My grandfather, told me stories of the Ayleid forerunners. He told me their ancient stories, one of which described a time, where Mundus, godhead of all, once created our Universe then escaped by piercing the veil of Aetherius; and that by doing so allowed the power of Aetherius to shine through the veil Mundus encapsulated our Universe in.

I never believed any of the old stories, until one night, on my seventeenth birthday, I was sitting out under the stars thinking about the Ayleids and their star stories. I was in a trance, I felt a sort of power trickling into me; (the best way I could describe it was that I was a cup, that could hold but a few drops). Concentrating on my cup I thought of fire, the thought of emptying that cup and low and behold a single flame flickered at the end of my fingertips.

Since then I was obsessed with my cup, and over the years it grew from a few drops capacity, to a bucket ready to be poured out.

Each time I empty my bucket, I feel it growing in capacity, if only by a few drops.

Upon my grandfather's passing, he bequeathed a small silver ring to me, set with a Sapphire; I swear to the Eight, that each time I remove the ring I feel my bucket shrinking, and when I put it back on, it grows.

I am quarter of a century old now, and though still young, I find myself thinking of my bucket and all the things I could do with it rather than what all the others my age think of (the soft bosom of the Breton girls down the road say).

One day, I plan on travelling to the city of Daggerfall and approaching the guild of magick, in hope of finding answers to my retrospective ponderings.

I wonder if others can sense their cups too...

mmph. As a nord and a thief, my rp character doesn't really know the first thing about magic, and seriously doesn't really care. It's not his business. though sometimes he'll buy and/or scrolls/spell runes from a mage to dispel some minor spellwards that show up on doors and stuff. but that's really the extent of it. my character has absolutely zero magic resistance (with the exception of the racial frost resistance) so he's somewhat at the mercy of mage/vampire types.

I say somewhat cuz you can't necessarily cast a spell on someone you don't know is there. #thieflife

"I don't know much about magic. Seen some use it. Just seems to pervert things is all. I am not against it, but I personally have no use for it, and even I thought I did, I don't know nothing about it," -Krist Lindor

Jira was getting really deep into necromancy. During one excursion she found an old spellbook bound in flesh. She did a few spells in it, and went so far as to do one that required a sacrifice. It become her world, her obsession, her entire life. She turned from her Crew, became more secretive and withdrawn, as she worked to unlock the dark grimoire's secrets.

Her exploration of the dark arts was turned against her though, and her crew. Another sorcerer was able to take control of Jira, and use her to attack her own crew, she killed many Stormwolves before she and the one controlling her was stopped.

After that whole event she gave the book to a caster she trusts and turned her back on all magic. (I even rolled a new version of her as a NB instead of a Sorc and just got the new one to VR1). Now she hates and distrusts all magic, feeling even the most benign can lead to corruption. She refuses to cast even the smallest spell, and distrusts most casters with the exception of one.

"Hmm. Well, when one has travelled the roads and trade routes as much as this one has, and has met many folk and made many good deals, one can learn new things, new tricks and - sometimes - new spells. This one is perhaps a bit wary of magic, but then practice makes perfect, yes?"

fey-vhana'a, staring forlornly at a patch of singed fur and recalling a spell that didn't quite go as planned...

@catalyst10e

"A most virtuous and cordial outlook on the wielders of our skill. But what do you mean by 'squander'? Surely you do not discredit those who practice the midnight arts? Those arts from which even-handed wickedness comes, from which many have found solace. Unless of course you do oppose such arts... to which I would ask why?"

-Lonan of Dubh

CrowInTheWood wrote: »

@catalyst10e

"A most virtuous and cordial outlook on the wielders of our skill. But what do you mean by 'squander'? Surely you do not discredit those who practice the midnight arts? Those arts from which even-handed wickedness comes, from which many have found solace. Unless of course you do oppose such arts... to which I would ask why?"

-Lonan of Dubh

To waste your own skills. Altho it's not my own specialty to dabble in "midnight arts" its still magic that deserves respect. It is a tool, and all tools have a use. However if you were to waste your knowledge away being killed by say a reanimated corpse or your own creation..... that would be a squander of your skills and talents. All because you didn't show proper respect for the craft. The Psijics believed magic was to be kept from the common man, Vanus Galerion felt otherwise and made sure magic was open for all to learn and enjoy. Some magics may have been lost for a reason tho, and even if you're determined to locate and learn such spells, respect the fact that it's not something to be flashed around for show, or to be used in the name of some lord. You discredit yourself, magicka, and your fellow mages when you misuse our gift. Use proper care and respect, ward yourself when practicing new spells, that sort of thing. You never know when the spell could ricochet and turn someone into a horse, or set yourself ablaze. You can only pass down your knowledge if you live on to pass it down.

To sum it up in an image:

CrowInTheWood wrote: »

"Come now Krist, I think I've heard otherwise... you know magic. It's a very special kind of magic that you have; a true gift from Hircine himself. Some would covet that magic above all others."
-Lonan of Dubh

I uh, I prefer not to discuss such. I do not worship Hircine, he is daedra. And if, and I mean IF, I knew what you meant, it would be a curse, not a gift. No not a gift at all.