
17th of Saun, Arc 716
OOC: Permission acquired from Basilisk a few weeks ago to have Damien teach Alistair Abrogation. Furthermore, I discussed Abrogation thoroughly with Maltruism - its creator - before writing this thread, to ensure that I did not get it incorrectly.
OOC Note 2: Apologies in advance for this thread. I myself have a difficult time understanding Abrogation, as it's super complicated. I feel like I need to take adderall to properly digest it. Here is a post to help whoever reads/grades this understand it very basically.
Today was the day. Damien had promised him that he would teach Alistair Abrogation whenever "a great and tumultuous foe" loomed over them. In the past few weeks, much in Alistair's life had been magnified and quantifiably measured. He'd had the time to dissect what meant the most and the least to him, to determine his values, to uncover goals and to seek a path. In one of those paths, beyond the door, was the goal to depose Ellasin from her place as the Necromantic Tyrant and replace her with mages of sincerity and duty, who used their powers to further mankind rather than to set them backwards.
Ellasin was the foe for Alistair, the great monster that needed to be placed into submission, her ambitions quelled. As such, Damien had agreed to finally share the knowledge of Abrogation with Alistair, and to influence him with its powers; to initiate him. As such, the nobleman had woken early and had gone to the plains adrift from the city of Saintouseille to search for Damien, who was apparently investigating the wild life of eastern Venora as a part of his anatomical research.
The man brought no one and nothing with him, save for he, his clothes and the bag with which he kept his valuable belongings. In this group of belongings was a pen and parchment with which to write on, and a bottle of closed ink he'd brought from his office for the journey, especially in the possibility that he'd need to send a letter to Venora or some place of paramount importance. He wasn't sure how well he'd be able to write in the fields outside of Saintouseille, but he would try to take notes if he had the ability to. If anything, he could try to lean the paper onto a rock or something . . . ?
"Alistair," the Lich said upon the nobleman arriving at the isolated fields. Everything around, for many miles, was green as it was flat. The sun rose in the distance and shone its light upon Damien, who turned to face his apprentice. "Are you ready for our lesson?" he asked. The mage nodded, to which the Lich replied with a grin. "Very well - let's begin."
OOC: Permission acquired from Basilisk a few weeks ago to have Damien teach Alistair Abrogation. Furthermore, I discussed Abrogation thoroughly with Maltruism - its creator - before writing this thread, to ensure that I did not get it incorrectly.
OOC Note 2: Apologies in advance for this thread. I myself have a difficult time understanding Abrogation, as it's super complicated. I feel like I need to take adderall to properly digest it. Here is a post to help whoever reads/grades this understand it very basically.
Today was the day. Damien had promised him that he would teach Alistair Abrogation whenever "a great and tumultuous foe" loomed over them. In the past few weeks, much in Alistair's life had been magnified and quantifiably measured. He'd had the time to dissect what meant the most and the least to him, to determine his values, to uncover goals and to seek a path. In one of those paths, beyond the door, was the goal to depose Ellasin from her place as the Necromantic Tyrant and replace her with mages of sincerity and duty, who used their powers to further mankind rather than to set them backwards.
Ellasin was the foe for Alistair, the great monster that needed to be placed into submission, her ambitions quelled. As such, Damien had agreed to finally share the knowledge of Abrogation with Alistair, and to influence him with its powers; to initiate him. As such, the nobleman had woken early and had gone to the plains adrift from the city of Saintouseille to search for Damien, who was apparently investigating the wild life of eastern Venora as a part of his anatomical research.
The man brought no one and nothing with him, save for he, his clothes and the bag with which he kept his valuable belongings. In this group of belongings was a pen and parchment with which to write on, and a bottle of closed ink he'd brought from his office for the journey, especially in the possibility that he'd need to send a letter to Venora or some place of paramount importance. He wasn't sure how well he'd be able to write in the fields outside of Saintouseille, but he would try to take notes if he had the ability to. If anything, he could try to lean the paper onto a rock or something . . . ?
"Alistair," the Lich said upon the nobleman arriving at the isolated fields. Everything around, for many miles, was green as it was flat. The sun rose in the distance and shone its light upon Damien, who turned to face his apprentice. "Are you ready for our lesson?" he asked. The mage nodded, to which the Lich replied with a grin. "Very well - let's begin."
