A Dying World (SaleenShadows & Macht)
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				Title: <strong>A Dying World (SaleenShadows &amp; Macht)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Saleen Shadows</strong> on <strong>10-10-2016, 18:51:10</strong>
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				Vestele paced about the tower. She never really needed to sleep, but was certain that if she did, she would still be pacing. Her golden hair flew out behind her, turning each time she did, her wings rustling on her back. It was clear she was agitated. Her deep violet eyes were deep in thought almost clouded over by it in fact. <br><br>It had only been a few weeks since she was summoned by Sveran. In a fit of anger, she was summoned from her Mistress. Now, she was in a place that lay dying. And she had no idea how to stop it or save it. She was only one Angel anyway. What good could she possibly do? She groaned to her self, her face suddenly resting in her palms. She was definitely torn between her duties. But she must not let him know. <br><br>She looked out to the world before her. A distant moon to a large planet that kept seeming to get closer. The moon itself was bare and desolate. Nothing lived here save her and her master, Sveran. She often wondered how even he was able to survive. She looked at him now. He didn't seem to be able to breathe yet, he was. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Dying World (SaleenShadows &amp; Macht)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Macht</strong> on <strong>15-10-2016, 09:03:24</strong>
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				Life on the moon wasn't ideal, but a sorcerer could make the best of it. <br><br>While <em>the demon</em> marveled that he could breathe in this environment, it was a trivial matter to conjure a breathing spell. With it he could work for hours at a time, constructing and filling out his grotto until his energies were exhausted. <br><br>The job of settling the moon was a sorcerer's work, a monumental task far beyond the science of the mortal kingdoms on the doomed planet below. The moon was wild, full of strange and hostile life, and forces that were inimical to mortal life. But through the works of wizarding, sorcerers could conquer and settle the moon, and tame its deadly forces.<br><br>When Sveran the Sorcerer had first arrived on this corner of the moon, it was whipped with icy winds by night. Raising his manse of stone had exhausted him by day. By night the cold, plummeting temperatures left him chilled and unable to rest and regain his magical energies. <br><br>With the aid of witch-botanist Zazzar, he had planted seeds deep in the moon's crust and fed them with his power, growing into lava bulbs that pumped light and heat from deep within the mantle up to the moon's surface. <br><br>Sveran had ringed his territory with these lava bulbs, and then set to the task of building a sorcerous device which could trap heat in a localized atmosphere. This he buried at the center of a crater, protected from the wind. The chamber he built around the device became the heart of his manse, and the tower he built over that spot rose high from the center of the crater. The spire he placed at the top of the tower, made of thin woven lines of resonant silver, channeled the power of the device, increasing the invisible dome's power to contain localized heat.<br><br>Soon enough, the nights were no longer freezing, and Sveran could rest and gain his full powers. In time, he transformed the craggy, windswept crater into an intricately carved fortress of iron, basalt, and chalcedony, with intricate wiring channeling the heat of the moon into braziers, lanterns, and lamps to light the dark catacombs and deep tunnels of his fortress.<br><br>It was only then a matter of moving through the warp, passing to and from the planet to fill his manse with worldly wonders, fine rugs and lavish furniture and paintings from haunted cities where everyone had fled. <br><br>Of course, that was leaving out the entire deal with Hela—and the summoning of <em>the demon</em> Vestele, and so many other things. The dying planet, the sorcerous exodus to the moon, the magical terraforming of the moon, the attempt to construct a gate that would allow mortals to escape the doomed planet, the abandonment of that same gate because the moon would die right alongside the planet, and the construction of a capital city on the moon, a city of sorcerers, an unlimited city born of the raw stuff of dreams—all of that was for another time.<br><br>For now, Sveran was in his study, booted feet up on a desk. A star chart was spread out before him. It held none of his attention. He was slowly paging his way through a book, and not even a book of magic—just a plain old book about the germination of trees. Perhaps Zazzar's botany had inspired him to try to expand his garden. Mandrakes, though deadly, could suck toxins from the air and produce heat. Then perhaps more things could live in this empty, sometimes drafty place.<br><br>Or perhaps he was simply reading it because he missed the sight of trees. The trees that grew on the moon were few and far between, and they tended to eat unwary sorcerers.<br><br>No, it was quite impossible for Vestele to understand his mortal motivations. For all his power, his ambitions seemed to go no further than this manse, far from the capital city, far from the light and life of anything. <br><br>Above all else, in all his studies, and all of his sorcerous workings, he seemed decidedly, profoundly uninterested in researching ways to save his dying world. 
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