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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 3, 2016 23:46:13 GMT
Page One. Date of the one reading: 2020 A.D. Date of creation: 6000 B.C. My name is Cappadocius. I am the Antediluvian of my Clan, Sire of Augustus Giovanni. My birth was an accident, my people soon to be lost to the sands of time. I recognize this, and so I feel I must document my great journey to godhood. Humuusa, Byzar, and Augustus are sure to follow the path laid out by their Sire. I can only hope that they understand the power of my fortune telling, my Embrace, and my scholar. By the end of this book, I assume myself to be dead. I also assume myself to have achieved my greatest goal in the unlife: true immortality through godlikeness.
If you have managed to wake the piece of my soul embedded into the leather of this journal, it means that you are a follower of my teachings.
The pieces of my work will have been scattered across the world. To learn the secrets of the pages, you must find each piece and bring them together, for every section will bring forth the writing on new pages, and you shall learn new spells until you, too, are able to join me as a God.
Welcome to my journey, Angel Mau.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 3, 2016 23:51:45 GMT
Page Two: The first step into the world of the Cappadocian is a simple task, indeed. As a Tremere, you have quite some experience in Thaumatergy, and therefore are aware of how the world of magic works. This will set you above your Kindred brethren.
Necromancy is a form of blood magic that deals exclusively with the world of the dead:
wraiths and the Shadowlands.
You will need to become familiar with both.
Just as there are different styles of conventional blood sorcery, there are a variety of Necromancy practices. It is primarily practised by the Giovanni clan and the Samedi, Harbingers of Skulls and Nagaraja bloodlines. The blood magic style itself could be said to be an evolution and fusion of the Cappadocians' earlier discipline of Mortis and the Giovanni's trademark "Nigrimancy".
Within these pages, I will teach you of Necromancy and of Mortis, so that you may learn your control over the dead. You will be a god... Death should not scare you. Recognize that your power is greater than that of the Reaper and you shall become the Reaper, controller of demise.
By controlling death, you will learn that you, too, can control life.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 0:02:15 GMT
The next two pages describe the beginning steps that one will need to take in order to learn Necromancy: It lists the paths of the Necromancer. When Angel draws his fingers over a path that interests him, it will list the ways to learn that path. However, every page is prefaced with a simple warning. Once you choose a path, you cannot go back and choose another. As his fingers brushed along the Ash Path, the book made a soft noise of approval before the pages fluttered in his fingers, opening to what Angel could assume was a new chapter, depicting what exactly the Shadowlands are. Page Three: The Shadowlands wrap and reflect the living world - every location in the Skinlands has a direct physical analogue in the Shadowlands, although the relationship can sometimes be tenuous. A wraith living in the Shadowlands of New York, for example, can walk from Manhattan to the Bronx. However, objects which are remembered in the living world still exist in the Shadowlands, so that same wraith may be able to climb the memory of the Twin Towers.
Cities in the living world are represented by the Necropoli in the dead world; many of the Western cities are considered independent with tenuous ties to the Hierarchy, although there are exceptions, such as the territories of the Dark Kingdom of Wire.
Each of the Dark Kingdoms in the Shadowlands also roughly corresponds to one of the major continents or cultures in the Skinlands. For example, Stygia encompasses most of Europe and North America, while the Yellow Springs holds sway over China, Japan, and many of the more "oriental" cultures of Asia.
The Shadowlands overlay the Tempest in most places, although it will poke through on occasion. Occasionally, nihils to the Tempest or to Oblivion will open up in in the Skinlands. Even rarer is one that exists as a permanent channel.
The Shadowlands are accessible to any wraith who still possess Fetters, such as Gaunts. Wraiths who have lost their Fetters, such as Domem, will dissolve from the Shadowlands in minutes if they do not return to Stygia or another stable point in the Tempest.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 4, 2016 0:37:01 GMT
After reading Angel would sit back.
"How... How do you know so much about me, and this world if your 8,000 years old?"
He would ask confused.
"And are you like some version of a Grimorie? Full of different ways to raise the dead? Do the rest of the pages tell me other necromancy stuff? What happened to Cappadocious? Is he a god now? Or did he die?"
Angels head was swimming with questions. He didn't know what he wanted answers too more.
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 2:17:08 GMT
There was silence from the book as Angel asked his questions. At the word Grimoire, it scoffed in obvious irritation, slamming closed on the Tremere's fingers.
"Do not be daft!!" It demanded. "Do not insult me!!"
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 4, 2016 5:22:28 GMT
Angel yelped in surprise dropping the book on the counter.
"Sorry... It's just... It's a lot to take all at once. I did not mean to insult you."
Angel would say earnestly. He sighed.
"So how did you end up with that store owner?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 5:30:45 GMT
As the book clamored to the floor, it began to make quiet, irritated grumbles about stupid children and their useless games. It didn't seem offended or upset by being dropped, but Angel irritated it endlessly.
The book remained closed, even if he tried to open it again. "I was a gift. And to him, I was a gift. And to the him before that."
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 4, 2016 6:07:51 GMT
Angel carefully picked the book off the floor and set it gently on the table.
"So, why is the writing in the book written to me? Does the wording change based on whoever is currently holding onto you?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 6:36:56 GMT
"How should I know??" The book demanded, beginning the very slow going process of plotting it's escape. Sentience was one thing, but not having limbs made it a bit more difficult to actually go anywhere.
"What do you think I do?? READ myself?! That's worse than masturbation!! And I can't do that either BECAUSE I DON'T HAVE A PENIS."
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 4, 2016 6:41:41 GMT
Angel just blinked. He really didn't have a clue what to say to that. So instead he would move on with the conversation.
"So... How Many fragments are there? And do you know how best to go about finding them?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 6:43:40 GMT
Silence.
Irritation radiated off the leather bound book in waves. For some time, it simply did not respond. Obviously, Angel didn't care about its plight. So why should it care about his??
Just LET him think he was crazy.
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 4, 2016 6:45:17 GMT
Angel sighed...
"Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything you would like or something that would make you more comfortable?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 6:46:52 GMT
"YES. GIVE ME YOUR PENIS. PUT IT IN MY PAGES!!"
Then, after a moment of silence, it quietly, petulantly, said a little "no...."
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Post by Angel Mau on Mar 4, 2016 6:50:19 GMT
Angel just blinked his one eye. Staring silently at the book. He really didn't know what to say.
"...Uhm..."
Still don't know what to say...
"Soooooo... How about we start over and pretend that never happened."
Angel took a deep breath.
"Alright, how are you doing today?"
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Post by Prince Amy O'Connor on Mar 4, 2016 7:05:43 GMT
"I'M A BOOK. HOW DO YOU THINK I'M DOING."
See? Starting over.
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