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 |  Subject: Asvoren the Mystical - Nygarth  Wed Jul 04, 2012 3:30 am | |
| Asvoren the Mystical
Under the Fisherman's rule, Asvoren was a mere Priest travelling the plains of Arathi with the nomadic Tribe of Hannil seeking to repair where Phelgas' minions had caused untold damage to people's health and livelihoods.
You see, as the Fisherman, infused with the power of Suxen, wielded the Holy Light like a deity himself, he caused the more traditional methods of medicine to feel unworthy and weak. Elders that previously had weaved meaningless spells and pious prayers, binding wounds with cloth and feeding patients herbs halted and this made Hannil's task even greater than spreading the word of Suxen, he had to spread his healing touch. Eventually the task grew too much for him to bare alone, so he started to gather followers, naming a chosen few his Disciples.
Asvoren was such a disciple, albeit none but Hannil himself could actually wield the Light, Asvoren still had a healing touch about him that wasn't entirely natural. He could stem flowing blood with one piece of cloth, rather than many and his patient's wounds scabbed over swiftly and mended easier than most. Quickly word spread and if Hannil himself could not be reached, Asvoren was considered a close second and soon came His true test, a Berserker whom had returned from War with his stomach gashed open, he was loosing Blood quickly and was close to death.
Acting swiftly, the Priest stifled the wound's blood loss and found the Blood's touch on his bare hands to be exhilarating. As he always had. Yet his efforts weren't enough, as much as Asvoren tried to patch the man together with the traditional methods, the wound wouldn't seal and the blood kept continuing to break through his attempts at quelling it. It felt to Asvoren that only Hannil and the Magic he wielded could save this honourable Warrior, and as the man slowly drifted into the Halls, Asvoran became a changed man. With adrenaline rushing through his body, Asvoren prayed like never before in attempt to harness the same power that Hannil did, pleading with the Great Ancestor Suxen to save the Berserker from his untimely death and with eyes clenched shut, he eventually slowly opened them, as the Blood from the wound bubbled fiercely replenishing the amount lost, healing the tarnished tissue and sealing the wound shut with a firm, strong, scab that eventually turnt into a scar. Eventually the Berserker awoke and all around praised Asvoren as Hannil's equal, another blessed with the magic of the Ancestors.
Yet Asvoren refused this to be so, and continued on without Hannil, attempting and succeeding to hone the Ancient Magic in many more medical marvels. Yet he refused to acknowledge that he was special, and thus formed techniques and crafted spells and rituals that he taught freely. Slowly but surely, a rare few mastered the same Blood Magic that had unlocked in Asvoren and it turnt from being medical, to being used in warfare. The first Magan's of Arathor, intellectuals, devised between themselves how to bend Blood, transfigure Blood, control Blood. This became a big weapon, and a great shield for Arathor during the Great Wars to follow. Only forgotten when easier Magiks became available, the Elvish Arcane.
This tale teaches us that the Light that is so common nowadays, wasn't so easy to wield in the days of our Ancestors. Life wasn't so superfical back then, so the divine power of the Ancestors was better grasped via physical means. Not everyone was as lucky as Hannil to have such a metaphysical connection to Suxen, thus be as able as him in the Light. It also teaches that Blood Magic is unlocked in a person, and Blood Magic isn't castable by just any Mage. Furthermore secrets and rituals should be shared amongst the learned, Mages should be a team not lonewolves. Finally, it implies heavily that everyone deserves the chance to prove themselves when acts look too difficult for them to accomplish. | |
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