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10th of Ashan, Arc 718
The scent of ash and sulfur was strong as Sephira made her up the side of the Faldrass volcano. As she walked she gazed at the freshly forged mark on her hand, the shape of a shield clearly defined on her skin. There were only stories about this sort of thing, of Immortals walking the land with their followers who they marked to lay claim to them.

Ethelynda

The name had been placed in her mind the moment that shield bearing woman had touched her hand. Even if Sephira despised the thought of being manipulated by some Immortal, she could appreciate the words the woman had said to her.

“I hope you keep fighting, for the right reasons. So that none may be chained, so that none are unprotected, so that none are cast aside”

Sephira could believe in something like that, an ideal, not a person or an Immortal. She would protect those that could not protect themselves, not because she was morally superior, but because she had the strength and will to do so.

Elias’s old home emerged as she made it to the wide precipice that it rested on. The narrow entrance of the cavern was streaked with burn marks from that terrible night. The mage paused before the entrance to the cave , the darkness within making her stomach knot up. The old man had lived here all alone, simply because he was so afraid of endangering others because of his past. His encounter with Sephira had been a coincidence, and it had drastically changed both their fates.

Her steps crunched lightly as she stepped inside, leaving subtle footprints in the volcanic sand at her feet. The interior of the cave was dimly lit by the light from the entrance. Sephira knelt down once inside where a battered chest rested on the ground. She moved with a strange sense of familiarity. Once this place had been like a second home to her, now it was nothing but a distant memory.

It seemed that no one had been here since Elias’s body had been moved. His things remained as they had been, albeit with evidence of fire and ash clinging to the items. She opened the chest and removed a worn set of flint and steel before moving to the crudely cut fire pit in the corner of the chamber. Long ago Elias had seen that ventilation was dug through to the outside so he could enjoy a warm fire. The old man had valued the few luxuries he owned. Reaching down the mage picked up a torn piece of dirty fabric from the ground and set it among the half burned logs in the hearth. Sephira was no expert at field craft so it took many failed attempted before she managed to light the fire with the flint and steel, but eventually a small blaze crackled in the cave.

Light illuminated the walls and memories came spilling back into her mind. A small shelf of books was crammed against the wall near the bed, several tomes rested there. A couple of them had been damaged beyond repair after the attack, but several of them had survived.

Perhaps there was some clue within them, a hint or anything in this cave that would tell her more about her late master’s past and why he had been attacked. Only time and a little investigative work could reveal those answers.
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History leaves its mark in each place. Sometimes those marks are obvious, other times less so. Yet it leaves marks and those marks are there for those who wish to see. As Sephira stepping in the ash and dust, she stepped in history, through time and into the past. The place where she had accidentally run into the man who would become so very important to her. In his life he had imparted knowledge and many other things.

In death? Well in death there were gifts too.

Sephira moved with automatic actions around the familiar place which was also somewhere she didn't know at all any more - the soul of the place had gone and it felt empty. Like all the life had exited when the breath exited his body, perhaps, or maybe it was the dust and spiders. Either way, something - the very spark of the place, perhaps - had gone.

She turned to the books, seeking to find answers there. That was a good place to start and Elias would almost certainly have approved. But the books were no help, none at all. They were trite, surface tomes which seemed to be nothing short of furniture, more decoration than use. They certainly weren't the kind of things which interested or would have been read by Elias, either.

And that might just be her first clue.

As she looked around, Sephira noticed that things were slightly, subtly different. The books here, they weren't the books she'd leafed through before - they were about magic, certainly, but not at all the kind of philosophy, consideration or depth which she knew from Elias. And the more she looked, the more she saw. Things were all in their places, books where books should be, equipment here and diagrams there - everything was where it should be but it wasn't the right things. Like the place had been made to look like it was just like usual, but it really, the more she explored, wasn't.

Elias had been a private man and there was little that gave anything away here out on display before. But even in the chest where she would expect things of a more personal nature to be there were... fakes. Replacements. False items meant to... well, that was rather the question, wasn't it?

Who put them there and what were they meant to achieve?
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The fire crackled warmly in the hearth, illuminating the small chamber that Elias had once called his home. The hermit had lived simply, but had often enjoyed the company of his books along with a few other prized items. For some reason it felt as if the cave lacked the familiar ‘feel’ it has possessed before she had illuminated its contents. Something was off here, it pestered her like a nagging itch on your back that you couldn’t quite reach. It was almost as if there was no trace of Elias that remained. The room seemed a bit too austere, even for him. The books she paged through were of little help. They were abysmal tomes that would bore her to tears if she read them for longer than a few trills. They were not at all what she would have expected her late master to own.

With a swift motion she snapped the book closed and slid it back on the dusty bookshelf, gazing for a moment at the shelf and the mundane pages it housed. It didn’t make sense. Turning her head sharply to survey the rest of the room she quirked a singular brow. Maybe it had been the passage of time, but something seemed off, as if something was missing. The books had been boring little studies on basic magic theory, dull and dry as they came. On the wall diagrams and maps were plastered about, many of which she had never really inspected in the past but they seemed ‘off’ as well. There was a barely detailed map of Scalvoris, but she had sworn that Elias had possessed something far more detailed before, referencing something called ‘sundials’ and ‘fractures’ rather than a bland drawing that illustrated the rivers and forests of the island. She sighed with exasperation. If only the man had deigned to tell her more, about his past and about magic. The education Elias had given her had been severely limited, he had given her only the information that would keep her from hurting herself, rather than a comprehensive study of magic. Sephira wished he had taught her more before his death. She had struggled as a mage because of that lack of education, but what was done, was done.

Coming to her feet the mage went back over to the chest where she had recovered the flint and steel from earlier, opening the container to peer inside. There was a dagger, a neatly folded blanket and a few pieces of parchment along with bottles of ink with a writing quill. It was odd that the blanket was neatly folded, Elias had never been an organized man, and often she had tidied the chamber when he was away. The fabric appeared new, rather than well used and the dagger also appeared freshly forged. Everything was a little too perfect…a little too new. Softly she sucked in a breath, her eyes darting around the room as her irises swirled with colors.

What if this was a setup? What if someone had replaced all of her master’s things and set them up like props in a play? The thought made her shiver even with the fire crackling nearby.

Had his killer done this? It was the only possibility that made sense to her at that moment. Someone had been hoping to mislead her, the question was, who?
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Elias had been a secretive, private man who shared very little of his life with anyone. With Sephira, he had shared more than with almost anyone, but of course, she did not really know that and also - that didn't change the truth of how little she knew of him. And yet, she knew enough that she knew this was not right. But the more that she looked, the more that Sephira saw that, if it was what she thought it was, whoever had done this, whyever they had done it, they'd done it well. Everything, each detail was replaced by something which could and should usually pass inspection.

Whoever had done this, they knew him. That became more and more evident as she searched. Where something had been, it had been replaced by a surface, meaningless imposter. A place where a book had been on advanced botany, for example, which Sephira knew he kept because it had a chapter specifically on mind altering plants was replaced with a basic text on substances which brought about hallucinations, but all easily found information. However, it was like whoever had done this had not just taken what was there before and replaced it, but had known why it was there.

Peculiar.

As she searched, Sephira might hear the sound of someone outside. Eventually, when she had searched this place thoroughly, she would have to go back out and there, sitting on a nearby rock and opening up a bag which seemed to contain fishing equipment was a man. Human, dark hair and eyes and roughly Sephira's age, he looked up at her as she came out and his face frowned darkly, maybe even disapprovingly. "Who are you?" The man asked. Then he motioned to the entrance through which Sephira had exited back out into the trial's light. "Shouldn't go in there, miss. They say that the man who lived there was cursed."

Deep brown eyes regarded her and he seemed to be entirely suspicious.
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The mage stood in the quiet chamber, the glow of flames flickered on her face as she turned, surveying all that she had seen. A great deal of effort had been put into making Elias's old home look authentic. Who was this person trying to fool? Sephira was the only person that had ever made the effort to visit the hermit, at least that was what she had thought. Her lips parted gently as she took a few slow breaths to calm her nerves. Stepping over to the hearth she grabbed the nearby trowel and began tossing old ashes over the fire to snuff it out. Reaching into the chest she took the dagger. It was nothing she cared to use, she had her saber Wyvern after all but perhaps she could use it to track down the blacksmith that made it. Maybe the smith had a list of orders she could inspect and give her a clue about the identity of the person that had purchased it. It was a long shot, but the Element would take what opportunities she could.

Almost reverently, Sephira closed and locked the chest, replacing the items inside with care, aside from the dagger which she looped through her belt. Once she had put everything else back in it’s place, the soldier made her way outside where she skidded to a halt suddenly. There was a man outside, young…perhaps even her age with sun tanned skin, dark hair and even darker brown eyes. He surveyed her disapprovingly. For a moment that expression reminded her of the look Elias used to give her during her many failures when they practiced. It was a passing thing, and she immediately discarded the recollection as a fluke.

Sephira sighed irritably when he mentioned that the hermit had been rumored to have been cursed. There had been many tales spun about Elias, and most of them had been wrong. She frowned with the same disapproving scowl.

“Not cursed, he was just an old man who kept too many secrets.” She replied with a cynical laugh, studying the stranger carefully.
“And he was a friend and a good man, you shouldn't listen to ever rumor you hear.” The mage cautioned coolly. For a moment she turned to look back at the cave, wondering when she would be able to come back in the future. It was good to be reminded of your past from time to time, to remember where you came from.

“I’m Sephira.” The mage finally said in response to his question, turning back to him once she remembered her manners.
“Do you live on the island?” She finally asked warily, wondering if she had ever met the man before. It had been a few seasons since she had lived on Faldrass so she was certain that a few newcomers had moved in. However the community of actual locals was quite small, the island was mostly filled with tourists these days, so she knew many of the people here, but his face was one she couldn’t quite place. Sephira waited patiently for a response, to-trial was her only time off in a long while and she didn’t intend to go rushing back to Scalvoris Town any time in the next few breaks.
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She took the dagger. Although at first glance there was nothing special about it, that didn't mean that she could find nothing from it. Taking it with her was probably a sensible thing to do and so, putting the knife into her possessions, Sephira put everything back with an almost reverence. Would she ever come here again? Maybe, maybe not. The man who lived here was dead, the reason for being here gone with him. Yet there remained a mystery. Who, or what, had sought to make this place seem to be just as it was.... and where were Elias' actual belongings?

At this point, Sephira had no answers, but as she left the cave, there was the man with brown eyes and she told him that he shouldn't listen to every rumour he heard, the man who did indeed look to be about her age, shrugged. "Keeping too many secrets is a curse. It means that people never get close to you and what else do we have except our loved ones?" He seemed entirely serious and he looked at her with an expression on his face which was not at all put out by her snappy tone - he seemed very serious when he spoke. "I'm sorry you lost your friend. Especially," he said and his brown eyes looked at her totally seriously, "since you believed him to be a good man. Whether he was or not, if you believed him so then it is a loss to you and I'm sorry for it."

He offered his hand to shake when she told him her name. "Liam," he said in return and if she shook hands, he did so with a smile. But did he live on the island? He nodded. "I do. Just recently got back here, though I was here for a while before, too." He sighed and looked around. "The place has changed. It feels less like a safe and sleepy little island."

Gesturing towards the area where the Faldrass resort was he cast a slight, but obviously wicked smile at her. "Now, it's full of beautiful people who I'm moderately convinced are necromantic constructs. No one has teeth that good." He shook his head. "What about you, Sephira? Why are you visiting the cave where your friend used to live?"
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The soldier was taken aback for a moment by the stranger’s words. There was something haunting about them, something that left the back of her neck tingling uncomfortably. Sephira often lived behind an expertly crafted mask of discipline, it allowed her to work and function even with the terrible memories she held trapped in her mind. Elias’s death...her mother’s rejection of her as a mage...and the docks collapse, these things wore on her like a load of stones strapped to her shoulders. It was a weight that some trials she didn’t think she could bear any longer, but again and again she got up, put that flame shaped metal pin on her collar and went to work. It was almost as if she was made of glass; appearing strong and whole to the outside world, but inside she felt as though she could shatter at any moment. Secrets came with a cost, perhaps that is why Elias had been so resistant to telling her anything of his past. In a way she was becoming just like him; Holding everyone at arm’s length simply to keep them safe.

“Thank you.” Sephira replied softly, her voice cracking faintly while an irritating dampness clung to the corners of her eyes. Quickly wiping away any hint of tears she quickly reached to shake his hand in return.

“It’s good to meet you Liam.” She said with sincerity. It was such a relief to be able to talk to someone about her late mentor, even if they were a stranger. Her meeting with the Baron had shown that perhaps not everyone on the island hated or was wary of Elias when he had been alive.

The Element nodded with a gentle chuckle when Liam mentioned the influx the island had seen of tourists at the nearby resort.

Although it was very strange for him to compare them to necromantic constructs.

Not many people were familiar with domain magic and those that were treated it with fear and suspicion, at least here in Scalvoris. Sephira narrowed her eyes faintly at him. The woman had dealt with mages before, both the criminal kind and those simply manipulated by their Spark to do unfortunate things. Her lips tensed faintly in suspicion. Perhaps it was just her soldier’s nerves to suspect danger where there did not seem to be any. However she was far too curious not to chase the lead.

“Familiar with magic? You are full of surprises.” The mage remarked somewhat playfully while taking a slow, easy step back from the man.

A little space never hurt anyone after all.

“As for why I came here,” she said distantly whilst glancing back at the cavern behind her. “My friend was attacked here, murdered in his own home.” Sephira’s voice had gone cold, her eyes flaring with hues of ebony and emerald.

“I became an Element after leaving Faldrass, so I thought it wise to investigate the scene to see if I could find any new information.” She clasped her hands behind her back as she spoke, turning back to Liam as to keep a careful eye on him.

“Whoever did this, I will find them.” Sephira uttered grimly. The woman didn’t explain what she intended to do once she

found the perpetrator, but her meaning was rather clear. Whoever had attacked and killed Elias was a dead man walking.

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When she said that he was full of surprises, Liam glanced at her and smiled. "I suppose I am," he said. Gesturing around, then, he shrugged slightly. "I left Scalvoris to learn about magic, I suppose. In a way. My teacher left and I was faced with a choice." He looked out to the sea which was never far away here, really. "Go with my heart, my passion or stay here. I chose." He shrugged slightly and a vaguely cynical smile lifted his lips. "I wouldn't make a different choice, but I'm not sure it was the right one. I've changed." He shook his head, then, as though he realised just what he was saying and who to - a complete stranger. He certainly didn't complain when Sephira stepped back.

Nor did he go back to the topic of his own knowledge of magic. Instead he listened to Seph as she spoke and he nodded. "Did you discover any clues?" Liam asked and then raised his hands, almost as though surrendering. "I've done a little investigation work, here and there. Journalist in my time. Among other things." He gave a chuckle, albeit a slight one. Then he looked at her and his eyes seemed to be serious when he spoke "I've had few enough friends in my life, that I can only imagine how hard it must be to lose one. I'll help, if you'd like?"

As for what she'd do when she found who did it, well he didn't comment. It didn't seem to be his business. He gestured to the bag he had with him. "I had an afternoon of fishing planned, but if I can play the gallant man helping a pretty lady? Well, no mackerel will beat that." With a slight, almost teasing expression, he added, "maybe a really good salmon, but we're in the wrong place for that. And if we find anything, or I've been useful, maybe you'd like to take me to dinner to say thank you?"

His dark eyes observed her and he opened his hands palm upwards in front of him. "My usual tactic would be to talk to everyone who knew him, try and work out who and why and if anyone might have seen anything or know anything. But," he motioned towards the cave and to her, "I'm coming in half way if I'm coming in at all, so it's up to you." He watched her and seemed utterly relaxed. If she wanted him to help, she'd say yes and if she didn't, she'd say no. It was as simple and as complicated as that.

Sephira might notice that, on his palms were what seemed to be glowing tattoos, both of hour glasses.
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A pleasant sea wind spiraled around the pair from their perch of the side of the Faldrass volcano. Sephira arched a brow when Liam mentioned leaving Scalvoris to study magic. He was turning out to be something rather interesting. There was still a glimmer of wariness in her swirling Biqaj eyes but there was also a spark of curiosity.

The woman followed the man’s gaze out to sea when he described the choice he had been forced to make; Choosing between his dreams or to stay on the island.

“To face a decision like that is never easy. When Elias...died, I had to choose between leaving Faldrass to become an Element or to stay behind with my family.” The mage took a deep breath of salty air before continuing.

“I don’t think I would make a different choice either, maybe it wasn’t the best one but I wouldn’t be who I am now if I hadn’t.” There was a bitterness in her words that was paired with a strange sense of pride. Sephira had become many things since leaving her home; A soldier, an explorer, a fairly capable mage and a dealer of death. She had killed and saved others from death by way of a single sword stroke in the past. She had also learned the dark truth of being a mage. Sephira understood all too well that she now shared her body and soul with an entity that she would never completely understand nor be able to fully control. It was a strange thing to look back in time and wonder how things might have been. To look at the path you walked and wonder where another road may have taken you.

But none of that mattered, Sephira had made her choices, and she would stand behind them.

Returning her gaze back to Liam, the Element looked at him inquisitively when he mentioned helping her with the investigation.

“Normally I prefer to work alone, it keeps things simpler and safer for everyone else, but I can’t see turning down help from someone so...interesting.” She said with the barest hint of a smirk. Sephira hadn’t intended to accept help from anyone with her search for Elias's attacker but this man was an enigma that she wished to solve and perhaps he could be of assistance. Trusting the Baron had sent her here, and because of that she had discovered the detailed replication of Elia’s things. Perhaps she should trust Liam as well, at least for now.

A sincere but restrained smile tugged at the corners of her lips when the man mentioned her taking him to dinner if he managed to be of help. Her hair drifted around her face in the wind as she gave a brief laugh.

“I’ll buy you all the salmon you can eat if you can help me find a lead.” She replied with a playful smirk just before her face darkened.

Liam wanted to know what she knew so far about her investigation. '

Should she tell him what she had discovered?

The mage decided on divulging some of the information she had found in the cavern. There seemed to be little harm in telling him, though it pained her to give up the precious bits of knowledge she had collected.

“Elias's things, everything in his home seems to have been replaced by replicas.” She said while pulling the steel dagger from her belt and flipping it expertly in her hands.

“Rather good replicas as well. Whoever did this knew him well enough to make everything appear believable, at least until I took a closer look.” Her tone had turned steely and her eyes were clouded with hues of ebony, sapphire and emerald.

Biting her lip the Element listened as Liam suggested the next course of action. In any other situation it would have made sense to speak with witnesses and those that had known the victim, but Elias had been a hermit, he had hated coming down to visit with the locals on Faldrass. Though, the Baron had indeed known of the old man without her foreknowledge, so perhaps more people knew the elderly Rupturer than she had previously thought.

“Elias didn’t really spend much time socializing.” Sephira said with a stern frown. “But it wouldn’t hurt to try all possible avenues. I don’t have much to go on at this point.”

While she spoke the Flame Element’s eyes flickered from time to time to the symbols decorating Liam’s palms. They glowed faintly, and they seemed to be in the shape of hourglasses. Perhaps he was a mage and had simply kept that information from her. She herself possessed a witchmark that glowed when she channeled ether through her Rupturing Spark, perhaps this was some variant of that. Sephira only had experience with a few different disciplines of magic...maybe he was a kind of mage that she had never encountered before. It was the only option that seemed to make sense in her mind.

Although there was the silvery shield mark on her hand that had been given to her by Ethelynda, maybe the markings Liam carried were something similar.

Regardless, he was a mystery she felt compelled to solve.
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Oh, such fun! I hope you're enjoying the story here. I promised you a wrap up / review so, things that you take with you into Ymiden.
1. Liam is a reliable companion. He will be where he says he's going to be, do what he says he's going to do. He's no-nonsense about stuff like that.
2. Seph and him dig and dig, but there are no witnesses, nothing more to find out via this route of questioning.
3. If she mentions the Baron to Liam, he seems to find the whole topic (even if it's -the Baron was in the market buying bread). Should she mention Liam to the Baron, he won't know him.
4. He's diligent and determined - but he takes his cues from her. This is her investigation.
5. By the end of Ashan, she knows as much about him personally as she did twenty minutes after she met him. He's very private.
6. Every now and then, he seems to be almost flirting, but then he's not and it probably wasn't anything of the sort....

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Knowledge

Detection: The smell of ash and sulfur
Detection: Tiny details
Detection: Looking for what is out of place
Discipline: The strength to protect others
Discipline: In discipline, your greatest foe is yourself
Interrogation: Ask questions carefully and with caution.
Investigation: Seeing past the familiar
Investigation: Sometimes, having expectations of a place can be detrimental
Investigation: Looking deeper than the surface
Investigation: Consider the possible reasons why something is happening
Investigation: If you're going to work with someone, hope they're interesting!
Persuasion: Explaining when someone wasn't cursed.
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