The Beginning
A man in a tattered robe stops at a crossroads. The rain pours, as the colored leafs of the fall hit the ground. Dark clouds shade the sky above, the weathered man enters an area inside the southern most part of Britain. Unsure of what he's seeking, it has been far too long since his return to these lands. While passing through the now filthy streets, the man glances at the people who pass, the hidden hatred against superiority and society in the eyes of the rejected citizens. "What has become of this place?", he mumbled to himself.
As he entered the city he came across his family's whereabouts. It was rejuvenating to rejoin his brothers and sister, but now it was time to look for refuge...for his brothers fought a different cause entirely. These uncertain times have laid burden on many of the citizens of these lands, a question of faith was given to many. His brother said with haste, "Who do you stand with brother, choose wisely as it may bring you bloodshed". The man exclaimed, "I choose not to bring fear and hostility, it is my music that entrusts me to be neutral". Saying these words made him finally realize his cause, to help those find a neutral ground to discuss these quarrels. It was not his place to say why a human being fought for what he believed in, what ever endeavor it may be...war or peace.
He set out for answers, to spread his name and find a congregation of his same belief. It was then he came across a most wise bard by the name of Logan. His words were as if they were his, this was a man he could follow...and follow him he shall. He spoke of a great Order, a Order only for those that yeild to spellweaving, an enchanter of magic. It was at this time the man knew he must join his cause, to bring those together to discuss their disagreements at a neutral location. It is our duty...it is our calling. The Order of Magi.
- Maven Vaux; Bard, Order of Magi
Parchments of Axiom
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It had been some time now since Maven had reflected on his recent travels, moments he would rather much forget than remember...
The Order he once believed in was no more, perished before it even began. His once true friend Logan had departed from Britannia, and Maven could only be left to wonder where his current dwelling were located. Crestfallen in this time of soul searching, it was clear to Maven he must make a choice. Further enlightenment from his mentor was no longer feasible, his cypress lute now played out of tune. He thought to himself, "Is it possible I've lost my senses, my true center of harmony...."
As one of the only caretakers of the Vaux Family Estate now, Maven knew these times were distressing. It had only been 3 full moons with his return to Britannia before he realized his Brothers were not returning home. They had been run from town due to the renewed tribulations of war, a most regretful period that was inevitable to resurface. He recalled many moments where his Brothers warned him of troubling times approaching, for humanity had lost nearly all their faith.
After returning from a visit in the fields, Maven threw the corn stalks down in the cellar. With Winter fast approaching once again, the crops were salvageable for the long months ahead. Lighting his torch he reaches to grab a pitcher from the shelf, but as he took a step towards the wall, his foot kicked up a loose board. "Wonderful", Maven exclaimed. "I better repair this before Victoria returns, the last thing I need is another quarrel with that woman." He kneels down on one knee to place the board in it's rightful place and sees a small tan looking parchment residing in the hole. Unfolding this rather old piece of parchment, Maven reads "For those who are determined to fight for what they foresee, a written path of destiny shall be their reward". Maven pauses to comprehend these words, and notices the frayed edges. He whispers to himself, "This must be an exert from father's journal, some form of testimony of battle". No words had ever appeared more true in Maven's mind, it's as if he was lead to this very moment to see this very parchment. It became clear that his Father's words could not go unheeded.
Many days had turned to nights with Maven still looking for answers, not a moment had passed without him thinking of these reknewed words. He finally began to search the house for an answer to this most unusual event, and turned his focus to the Vaux family book-shelf filled with moth-eaten, weathered books and tomes. Maven grabbed a worn and frayed book off the top shelf with an inscription, he wiped away the dust with the bottom of his robe to read "Xiphias Magica Lexicon". He once again paused to collect his thoughts and murmured aloud, "Father's old spell-weaving book, intriguing..."
It had been some time now since Maven had reflected on his recent travels, moments he would rather much forget than remember...
The Order he once believed in was no more, perished before it even began. His once true friend Logan had departed from Britannia, and Maven could only be left to wonder where his current dwelling were located. Crestfallen in this time of soul searching, it was clear to Maven he must make a choice. Further enlightenment from his mentor was no longer feasible, his cypress lute now played out of tune. He thought to himself, "Is it possible I've lost my senses, my true center of harmony...."
As one of the only caretakers of the Vaux Family Estate now, Maven knew these times were distressing. It had only been 3 full moons with his return to Britannia before he realized his Brothers were not returning home. They had been run from town due to the renewed tribulations of war, a most regretful period that was inevitable to resurface. He recalled many moments where his Brothers warned him of troubling times approaching, for humanity had lost nearly all their faith.
After returning from a visit in the fields, Maven threw the corn stalks down in the cellar. With Winter fast approaching once again, the crops were salvageable for the long months ahead. Lighting his torch he reaches to grab a pitcher from the shelf, but as he took a step towards the wall, his foot kicked up a loose board. "Wonderful", Maven exclaimed. "I better repair this before Victoria returns, the last thing I need is another quarrel with that woman." He kneels down on one knee to place the board in it's rightful place and sees a small tan looking parchment residing in the hole. Unfolding this rather old piece of parchment, Maven reads "For those who are determined to fight for what they foresee, a written path of destiny shall be their reward". Maven pauses to comprehend these words, and notices the frayed edges. He whispers to himself, "This must be an exert from father's journal, some form of testimony of battle". No words had ever appeared more true in Maven's mind, it's as if he was lead to this very moment to see this very parchment. It became clear that his Father's words could not go unheeded.
Many days had turned to nights with Maven still looking for answers, not a moment had passed without him thinking of these reknewed words. He finally began to search the house for an answer to this most unusual event, and turned his focus to the Vaux family book-shelf filled with moth-eaten, weathered books and tomes. Maven grabbed a worn and frayed book off the top shelf with an inscription, he wiped away the dust with the bottom of his robe to read "Xiphias Magica Lexicon". He once again paused to collect his thoughts and murmured aloud, "Father's old spell-weaving book, intriguing..."
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