Triumvirate

[23:43] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Ann' ah'm awake again."
[23:43] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Ah, hello again."
[23:43] Xander Byron says, "Oh Faye, and Ragnhild. You both are awake."
[23:43] Xander Byron says, "Hello."
[23:43] Xander Byron says, "I was hoping if you two could help me with something."
[23:43] Ragnhild Sionnach asks, "Yes?"
[23:44] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Please, let's sit down an' discuss it."
[23:44] Xander Byron says, "Of course."
[23:44] Xander takes a seat.
(Xander Byron)
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[23:45] Xander Byron says, "As much as I'm interested in the history of the Vanir. I was wondering if you were okay with Occult magic, and if you understood it in depth."
[23:45] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Oh absolutely fine wit' it."
[23:46] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "I personally don't know too much about it beyond the basics truly, and perhaps some routes to learning more..."
[23:46] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "...but it's a tool. One that can potentially harm th' wielder. But it is up tah them to have the strength to wield it properly, as with any weapon."
[23:46] Xander nods agreeingly, smiling at their understanding of it.
(Xander Byron)
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[23:46] Xander Byron says, "And that's something I plan to do."
[23:46] Xander Byron says, "The issue is just.. Controlling it."
[23:46] Xander Byron says, "Properly.."
[23:47] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Aye, it is an issue...but I do know of plenty who've made the effort. Legends perhaps, but legends ring wit' truth to them."
[23:48] Xander Byron asks, "Would you mind telling me about them? And what they've been able to achieve?"
[23:52] Faye Sionnach says, "Hey, Xander."
[23:53] Xander Byron asks, "Long time no see Faye, how've you been?"
[23:55] Faye chuckles.
(Faye Sionnach)
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[23:55] Faye Sionnach says, "It hasn't been that long."
[23:55] Faye Sionnach says, "I've been okay though."
[23:57] Xander Byron says, "Heh, your right. But it's still good to see you. Glad that everything is okay."
[23:57] Faye Sionnach says, "Mhm... Very nice to see you too."
[23:58] Faye Sionnach exclaims, "I believe I still owe you a meal too for helping me out last time!"
[23:58] Xander Byron says, "No worries, please. Let's celebrate after I accomplish the task I set out for you."
[00:05] "I don't know many that were recent history you understand. I honestly haven' known many occultists, fewer still who tried to genuinely control their magics."

"So these are all legends from the homeland." She offers. Smiling.

"Occultists weren't uncommon within th' homeland. Those who delved deeply intae their anger or greed fer power often found it as a ready source fer it. But many didn't see the need fer restraint or control...those of Vaalmoora however, often did."

"There were stories of her cultists who could use their mind to control their emotions, to such an extent that they could even manipulate the emotions of another. Sapping their will to fight, their strength."

"They controlled their own minds in order to control their magic. And apparently became masters of such a thing." At that, Ragnhild shrugs, hugging Faye.

"Vaalmoora is th' mistress of mind and body. It's natural I suppose."
(Ragnhild Sionnach)
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[00:05] Faye Sionnach says, "Of course."
[00:12] The Siren took a seat unvented, probably even stealing even from one of their friends that had left for a moment, not like it would've othered him much if the seta had been stolen. His wanders led him to Galmea, which connected him to the table filled with people trading stories.

Luckily for the Siren he had arrived just on time for the beginning of Ragnhild's discussion.

Nothing would've been absorbed from all the information being given out, nearly tuned out to the ocean's waves south of them. Some might even question the attention span of the Siren if he couldn't even follow a story, even though he was appalled by the elder woman.


(Auxoqua)
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[00:15] Once again, a satisfying smile spread across his lips. Pulling forth his runescribed pen, he began taking notes in his tome. Copying Ragnhild's word for word, including making a series of highlights at key parts along with taking notes on the side.

"Yes, Vaalmoora was the third one. Representing Mind and Body, where Garljing signifies Greed, and Jarl? I believe that he supports battle and valor." Though his information on Jarl was lackluster, something that he was sure that Ragnhild would correct him on sooner than later.

"The ability to harness their emotions to eventually influence another and sap their will..." He began to hum, staring into his pages as if he was lost in thought. Thinking about the future and how he might be able to test these theories out for himself one of these days.

"Oh... Oh! Sorry haha." Laughed as the butt of his pen clicked off his chin. "Was just going through some, 'what ifs'. Was curious about these stories is all. Oh! Not for evil intended purposes of course. But for good ones of course."

His smile grew as he continued to take notes before finally ceasing his action.

"Would you mind following to my home for something. I'd like to show you something if you wouldn't mind. It'll be quick of course." It was an invitation of sorts. He just hoped that she wouldn't mind. "Is there any place specific that you cannot walk around? Wouldn't want use to get caught by some unfavored individuals after all. But I can't bring the item here, it's best that you see it in person after all."
(Xander Byron)
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[00:22] Ragnhild offers a chuckle. "First off, it's Kark. No' Jarl."

"They all represent a bit more than that, but I don' wish tah go intae a lecture at this moment. I can show you th' library later. And you can read about th' Triumvirate to yer heart's content."

With that said she stands, nodding to him. "Very well."

"The only place is the Ebonblooded may have some issues wit' me...and I'd rather not risk going intae Osrona."

"They can get...feisty with our ways."

"Otherwise, feel free tah lead on. I suppose."
(Ragnhild Sionnach)
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[00:25] Faye interjects real quick with a topic of her own, poking Ragnhild's side to get her attention once the two are done talking and before they move on to wherever Xander's home is.

"Mother, if you wouldn't mind sticking around for a bit afterward... Me and Falco would like to get our markings...

It is a long time coming..."
(Faye Sionnach)
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[00:26] Cali S.Valkrin says, "Eh? I want my markings too."
[00:26] Ragnhild Sionnach asks, "...You two know you don't -need- tah get them from me, right?"
[00:26] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Any Gothar can perform th' Ceremony."
[00:26] Cali S.Valkrin says, "..."
[00:26] Cali S.Valkrin says, "I want them from you though..."
[00:26] Xander Byron says, "Of course, my apologies. I mixed up the two by mistake."
[00:26] Xander Byron says, "But yes, we won't go anywhere near the Ebonblooded. I can assure you this."
[00:26] Xander Byron says, "I just want to get your take on something."
[00:26] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "When we get back I'll perform th' ceremonies fer you two."
[00:27] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "See iffin' you can't find Falco in th' meantime."
[00:28] Xander Byron says, "Sounds good."
[00:28] Xander Byron says, "We'll be back soon"
[00:28] Cali S.Valkrin exclaims, "Be careful with my grandma!"
[00:29] Xander Byron says, "Will do."
[00:29] {Item} You picked up Glowing Mushroom..
[00:30] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Bit empty in th' main hallway."
[00:30] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Might wanna look intae a rug or a statue."
[00:31] Xander Byron says, "Same thing I thought, but it's my parent's design if I'm being honest."
[00:31] Xander Byron says, "Quite spacious. Miminalistic sort of people."
[00:31] Xander Byron says, "But."
[00:31] Xander blink.
(Xander Byron)
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[00:32] Xander Byron says, "Huh. Strange."
[00:32] Xander Byron says, "We'll come back here later then.."
[00:32] Dio Ianucci says, "No one no one, I was just teasing him."
[00:33] Ragnhild Sionnach asks, "...?"
[00:33] Xander Byron asks, "Do you believe it's possible to bring back the dead?"
[00:34] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Of course it is."
[00:34] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "I knew someone well capable of it."
[00:34] Xander Byron asks, "So your okay with necromancy and flesh crafting?"
[00:34] Xander blinks.
(Xander Byron)
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[00:34] Xander Byron asks, "You have?"
[00:34] Ragnhild nods.
(Ragnhild Sionnach)
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[00:34] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Nidaz's apprentice was my son-in law, kind of."
[00:35] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "An' ah've had a few conversations wit' the boney bastard himself."
[00:35] Xander Byron says, "Really."
[00:35] Xander Byron asks, "Mind confirming some notes I got ahold of then?"
[00:35] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "I can try..."
[00:36] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Afterwards, I can tell ya more about th' position we Aesir have on Necromancy and Fleshcrafting."
[00:36] Xander Byron says, "Of course."
[00:56] Reaching inside of the depths of his chest, his hand grabbed a tuft of red hair. Raising the head upwards, pulling a preserved body outside it's very confinement; his free hand moved to summon a tome from across the room.

Pages fluttered open as his gaze turned to read it's letters.

"Tell me if this is true..." he hummed. "Now let's see here... When attempting Necromancy or Fleshcrafting. The Stomach works as pratically a mana battery. Spine is utilized for mana to move throughout the body. The heart is a place that pumps mana throughout the body. The brain is a point to pour mana within as it also has connectors towards the eyes. The eyes itself are a type of node of circuits, a good point for a conductor apparently." He shrugged as he read on.

"Necromancy apparently isn't the exact same of fleshcrafting as well. As the difference deals with the organic matter, Flesh crafting. While the other deals with the soul and how to manipulate it. Something that I wish to do if you're okay with it."

He hoped so, after all. He was hoping that she was okay with his ambitions and goals in the first place. Nothing would stop her from trying to report him to whoever. "But like I said before, they do compliment each other. One body, other mind.. Anyway... There's a warning about how the body may explode if the circuits are interconnected in a drastic way. There for damaging the body of course. An amalgamation of bodies can occur if the destruction of countless bodies happen." Xander paused, wondering if that's how the Lovers happened due to Nidaz's attempts.

"Says here that the eyes of a preserved body can be used again, or that one can simply create eyes through multiple means. Erm.. Let's see.. It's able to walk again throughout a simulation of magic circuits and proper flow of mana. Even here it explains how the art is nothing more than a tool. Something that you mentioned with Occult magic. How it can be considered a danger, or even used to enhance a person's body temporarily or permanently. How interesting, anyway. There are ways to take control of the living. By flooding their body with mana if they're alive, but this may be difficult as their own will can reject such a thing, that's why it's better off for them to be dead... Hmmm, interesting.

This is due to the fact of those who used it. An art is nothing more than a tool, for example, it depends a lot on the person who is using it to decide its purpose.

Where due.. To misuse, it can be considered dangerous. A problem. Something wrong. You get the picture. Yes, a person can strengthen his or another person's body, in temporary or permanent ways - with the intention of making such, into stronger beings. How being's, let's use Patchwork for example, or nothing but mere puppets of mana. Something that can be controlled or manipulated by the mana of the creator. It even becomes as easy as moving your own arm, something your mind will naturally understand come time.. Anyway."

The book snapped closed. "It goes on much longer but we don't have time for that do we? Anyway, this is for your daughter Faye." he frowned as his gaze narrowed.

"Sasori is more likely dead, and she wants him back. Either as a Dullahan, or anything else." He tugged the body outside of the chest before resting it on the floor. "I wanted to get your input if it's worth using such a perfect body on this Sasori. I heard from a friend of mine that he was cheating on Faye with some Holy magi named Lyra." He shrugged, wondering if Ragnhild would understand such a situation.

"I have big ambitions, and learning how to manipulate souls is one of them. This isn't the reason why I brought you out here as I have something more pressing for you to look at. But I wanted to make a quick stop to see where your mind is on this.. Sasori situation."


(Xander Byron)
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[00:56] {Item} You drop Sano Rizner's Corpse.
[01:06] {Item} You picked up Sano Rizner's Corpse. Dropped by Xander Byron..
[01:13] Ragnhild is silent. For a long. Long moment. Staring at the body for a time, before her eyes slowly close.

"...I don' know the significance in the body parts as you've talked about. Iffin' that's true or not, it's some knowledge that's eluded me. All I can say fer certain is that fleshcrafting pertains to the manipulation of the phyiscal flesh by using the mana circuitry in a body." She taps her arm. "Like veins, mana circuitry carries mana through th' body from it's source. The soul. Its thought as being what breathes life into our bodies..."

"...so by using yer own mana to manipulate it, one can puppet a being. Like you said, it can be used on living creatures, and used to twist their flesh. Or used to move it against their will."

"But allow me tah say that necromancy walks a fine line in our culture. Few things, very very few may be considered 'evil'. We are a people who recognize sin, and 'debauchery' as natural parts of the human existence. To deny yerself any of it is to limit one's life and happiness."

"Therefor, only a few things are truly against our ways. To harm yer fellow kin without declaring an honor duel is tah dishonor yerself. To slay them without one is to be banished. To break one's oath is to disgrace the very blood that pumps through your body..."

"...but above all the free will of every being is sacred." Ragnhild adds. "The free will of a person is sacred. To enslave, to try and manipulate that free will, it's the only true sin of the Triumvirate."

"Fleshcraft on the other hand is fine...in fact, the Blood Forge will likely serve to greatly enhance such arts. It's a tool, nothing more..."

"...and as far as returning Sasori to life..."

Her mouth sets into a thin line. Thinking. "...That, is a great endeavor you realize? If one is brought back as a Dullahan, they'll be nothing but a shadow of who they once were, a corrupted, broken mind."

"To truly return life to this world...that, is True Necromancy. One of th' greatest feats of magic one could achieve." She adds, her voice solemn.
(Ragnhild Sionnach)
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[01:30] Listening to all of Ranghild's words, Xander became surprised at their very calm demeanor of the situation. Through there were problems that held against the free will of individuals. For the most part, they were calm.

"As for the fleshcrafting, it seems like my notes and your knowledge of the situation at hand are on the same page." Which was good, something that he could use during his practices with human experimentation. "I apologize, but I wish nothing more than to fill my glutton for knowledge. I wish to know everything there is, and for that? I need time. Time to learn everything, to test theories, to accomplish what only a few could, to become what many have not." His eye beamed with brightness.

"Please tell me you know about the tales of past, of Amalia Elaide, the progenitor of of witchcraft. The one betrothed to the Dark Lord who oversees all of Helheim. The one from whom many servants of Helheim descended from." Nothing but hunger expelled from his frame as occultic energies swirled around his body. "She was an Archmagi, one who managed to continue her research and become one of the most powerful beings in existence. Someone capable of turning nightmares into reality."

The reason how Demons were born! Created by the fear of man!

Practically jumping in place, he continued on. "I don't plan on abusing the free will of people, no. I plan on doing something better, greater! I wish to ascend. To create people in my ideal image should they follow me. To protect them, to bring them back to life and be their patron. Their guardian angel so to speak. A Primordial of Destruction and Change. A deity that destroys all foes, while embracing change. Giving their followers the power they need to break free from their chains, to destroy the competition completely."

His pacing stopped as he locked eyes with Ragnhild. As he meant one thing, death magic. The power to completely destroy a soul of it's entirety. The things that he's seen, the places he's been and the trouble he caused. His words would sound mad to the common person. Insane even, but he meant every single word. Driven towards his purpose as he knew that would be the sole goal that he wished to aim for.

What was the purpose of living if you didn't live it to your fullest? To accomplish every thought and theory? That was what Xander lived for. "I could go off on a tangent of course. But we don't have time for that. But I assure you, Necromancy is something I plan to accomplish. It may not happen now, or tomorrow, or next year. But it is something that I plan to accomplish. Something that wouldn't be the pinnacle, but would be the very beginning..."

Taking the body, he tossed it back into the chest along with the fragmented soul. "Come now, we have a grimoire to look at, but please. Do not look at it, it'll drive you completely insane. I was only lucky as I know how to negate the maddening effects."

With a wave of his hand, he beckoned the lorekeeper to follow him. "Please don't think I'm insane... I've had enough of people saying that. I'm just.. Determined. Hungry. I've seen.. No, I've learned too much to stop now. I've seen things that no other human has, I've even come to understand it. So I may ask.. Don't think that.. I just plan to start now, so that when I become older. I can achieve it instead of starting later and waiting until I'm an Elder to achieve it."

Please don't.
Please don't..
Please don't...

(Xander Byron)
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[01:33] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "..."
[01:33] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Before we go any further, I do have a question fer you Xander."
[01:34] Ragnhild Sionnach asks, "Worshiping the Triumvirate...there's a purpose to it. A deeper meaning than simply praying for a better life. Do you know what this is? What this grand purpose that each and every faithful of theirs aspires to?"
[01:38] Xander Byron says, "No, you haven't told me that as of yet."
[01:50] She chuckles. "Ït is said that once upon a time. That Vaalmoora was a witch. A woman who served a powerful Yokai, one who bordered a god. She would trick it, and turn the powerful being into nothing more than a battery for her own purposes."

"Her knowledge and power grew, she learned how tah manipulate ethe Dreamscape, until eventually the only thing she coul' be compared to was a god."

"It is said that Kark was once a mighty warrior, who carved a path of blood across Vanirhalla seeking tah unify it. Finally he met a man who soundly defeated him...yet, the man was impressed by Kark's refusal to fall, and he vanished wit' him..."

"...when Kark returned years later, unchanged by the passage of time. He took control of his tribe and began to hunt greater and greater foes, taking the blood of each and feasting upon them. His power growing every time, until he feasted upon the Divine...and becoming as one."

"It is said that Garjling was once an unparalleled craftsman. Who's ambitions were not quelled by the riches and expertise he had gathered. He forged a portal directly tah the feet of Ryujin, and petitioned the Dragon to be made a god. To be made a dragon. He impressed Ryujin wit' the depths of his ambition, with the expertise of his craft and the great breadth of his greed."

She hums, a small smile on her face. "These are watered down versions of their tales obviously. But it shows th' Triumvirate's true nature. They are all humans who made themselves gods."

"Now why do you think our paths have been set by them, why we emulate and strive to be like them? A unity of mortals who ascended..."

She moves closer to Xander. "Th' goal of our worship is to follow in their footsteps. To carve our own paths tah immortality, to divinity. The Triumvirate is th' peak of humanity, and we all wish tah stand beside them."

With that said, she comes to Xander's side. Following him. For a moment, the young boy could swear he'd watch the very air around her crack. His ears filling with static, as a small dribble of black ooze flows from the corner of her mouth.

And as soon as he blinks it all would be gone, Ragnhild wiping away at her mouth with a small hum. "An' please dear. Don't worry fer something as simple as my sanity. Nor think me too judgmental."
(Ragnhild Sionnach)
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[02:15] Xander's heart sank, a moment of fear. Of paranoia, night terrors and raging voices bombarded his mind. Telling him to silence the one known as Ragnhild. Telling him that he needed to stop them at once.

That he exposed himself at the wrong time, that he should've waited. That he should've bided his time before admitting the truth to someone else. Faye knew, also a few select others. Though Faye was the child of Ragnhild, would she help him to death's door in the morning? Would he wake to armed guards outside his home?

Moving to rest against the wall, he pressed his digits into his temples. "Sorry, I just have one... Raging headache." Voices tore at his mental as he closed his eyes. Trying to hold back the temptations that would cause him to do what he'd normally not.

Repeatedly, he told himself that he could trust them. They were Faye's mother. Falco's and Cali's grandmother, that no matter what.Even in the short space of time of meeting, that he could allow himself to be honest with them based off his interactions with their family.

But doubts continued to attack him, that is until her stance silenced the maddening words that tried to rule his being.

Shaking his head, he couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Sorry.. It isn't you. Just that I need to pick up a Grimoire my mother has... It.. Helps.." To put it simply, it passed on the crazy effects that he suffered with to another. Wiping his slate clean while driving another insane. Oh how he loved his family.

Taking out his notebook once more, Xander went on to write more scriptures about the tales of the three gods. How they all rose to power, how Vaalmoora's story fascinated him the most. As she was cunning enough to use a powerful Yokai's power against itself. To draw upon it as if a battery for her own ambitions. To become something that could only be described as 'god'.

Smiling softly, Xander leaned into her form. Thanking that she was one of the few that embraced his goals, someone that welcomed him and thought him to be sane. Not someone being used, but a someone who only thought of the future. Of how they could achieve greater power and ascend.

"One day, I definitely need to hear more of these lessons." By each passing second, he felt more inclined to take Ragnhild upon her words. To follow the Triumvirate. To become what is only dreamt of. To reach the peak of humanity as he'd crave his own path.

That's what he wished for.

"Yes, why of course." As the very words left his lips. Golden spheres fell upon the black ooze that poured from the corner of her mouth. His brow raised, concerned. But the moment he blinked, he swore that it was no more.

Curious to ask if he had been seeing things or not, Ragnhild eased his concerns. Drawing him to smile wider at their words. "Well, if you wish to help ease those problems. I can certainly help you in one way or another." As for her being too judgmental? He responded with a quick hug. Something uncalled for, but something he needed.

"Thank you... Now come, it's getting late and I'm sure that you're getting tired. But please, when we get there. Try not to get lost in the grimoire. For your own safety of course."
(Xander Byron)
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[02:16] {Item} You picked up Glowing Mushroom..
[02:17] {Item} You picked up Lumberjack's Aid. Dropped by Kalia Dorcha..
[02:17] {Item} You drop Lumberjack's Aid.
[02:22] "This I intend to make full use of mine. To bind it to my blood as I've been given it to fulfill my very purpose.. I've seen things that no other has seen through it. Witnessed it as if I was there doing it for myself. Lived through several experiences and I... I just want to know more... I can't seem to sit still until I do." he coaxed as he brought Ragnhild to his humble abode. Only to rummage through another chest to pull forth a grimoire of untold power. It's very energies felt by any in the room as he pulled it from it's caged home.

"I plan to summon these creatures in the later future. To battle them, and absorb their power for my own.. The grimoire that could help your situation.. Is another one of ancient knowledge. One that could interest you just as well." he hummed as he held the grimoire out towards Ragnhild.

"Again, beware what you will find. As it may make those.. Effects your suffering with... Worse."
(Xander Byron)
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[02:23] {Item} You drop Grimorium Verum Of Epimet The Wise.
[02:25] {Item} You picked up Grimorium Verum Of Epimet The Wise. Dropped by Xander Byron..
[02:39] Ragnhild responds to the hug by ruffling Xander's hair, chuckling. "I dunnae need tah be fixed young one. I've long reconciled what I am."

She follows him carefully. And shows no true reaction at first as she starts to flip through the grimoire. She frowns and twitches ocassionally...the air around her slowly becoming more and more muddled by the faint call of static.

Eventually though she closes the book, and the strange aura of static fades with it. "My mind is used to such things, I see somethin' similar in the night...or at least used to until I overcame that."

Ragnhild holds the book out towards Xander. "A fine plan. A fine plan indeed as long as yer might is great enough."

"These remind me of the blood rituals that Kark has passed down. Ones that are core to our people fer some time..."

"...I think you may be very interested in a project of mine. The Blood Forge."
(Ragnhild Sionnach)
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[02:49] At the response that Ragnhild gave, Xander began to wonder if he needed to fix what he was becoming. What he was falling into.

At the mere age of sixteen, he spoke about manipulating souls, transfixing them and summoning monstrosities of great danger. Something that should only be done by the most talented of magi. Yet, he was resting the cusp of it, and hungered for more.

With the grimoire shown, with only a subtle amount of interaction shown. Xander couldn't help but smile, feeling not alone as he found someone else who was able to reach it's context without being driven insane. Or at least encounter such horrors without losing their sanity.

"Didn't know there was another like me." he hummed while placing the book away. Enjoying the small bond the two shared about seeing otherworldly beings. As well as his ambitions being able to be seen by another who could believe in such.

Xander became infatuated in hearing about the bloodrituals that held resemblance towards the ones she witnessed in the grimoire. "You should teach me them some time." Calling from over his shoulder as he pulled forth another item that was hidden to time.

"Blood Forge? I've heard of such a thing, a major project that I believe you and a select others were working on correct?" he reassured as he pulled forth another item to display. "Speaking of the dream world like before. I was wondering if you may help me achieve such a thing. I was told by another that if two magi capable of traversing dreams could enter a hidden realm within this shell. Something that I hope that you can help me with."
(Xander Byron)
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[02:49] {Item} You drop The Dreaming Tomb King.
[02:52] {Item} You picked up The Dreaming Tomb King. Dropped by Xander Byron..
[03:00] "I well intend to. Young one." She responds quietly, smiling. "My job as an Aesir, is to fuel such wonderful ambition."

"The blood forge is the culmination of decades of my efforts. And it will be th' product of dozens of magi's efforts. It'll be a project tah dwarf any other that Esshar has seen, it'll be a well of blood, a well of blood, of energy..."

She trails off, glancing down at the crystal presented. Humming. "Perhaps..."

"A witch is capable of traversing dreams. Perhaps you could try to find allies within one of the covens...if you wish. Some of Vaalmooran's disciples knew of similar techniques, and I do know of rituals that can aid in dreamwalking…"

"I also know a woman who might be able to help." Ragnhild shrugs. "It's all up to you."
(Ragnhild Sionnach)
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[03:08] Xander could only bring himself to appreciate the love and care that came from the Elder. "You know if one day everything works out well. I'd be able to grant you an ageless body if you wished." It wouldn't be easy, but that was something that he planned to accomplish. One of his many wild ambitions.

As for the Blood Forge, Xander could only be a fool to ignore. "Of course I'd love to participate in the help of building the blood forge." he welcomed whole heartedly. As for the crystal however....

"I've heard that witches are capable of such a feat. The issue would be finding two. Apparently, one isn't good enough. But if you know of another, I'd love to have their help to find the hidden secrets within this crystal." It was small, palm sized. But he could tell that something unimaginable laid inside, something powerful and worth finding.

"So if you could, I would greatly appreciate it."Then he turned back to the chest. "In due time, do you think that you could help me turn the grimoire into a weapon I could also use in battle?" he hoped.
(Xander Byron)
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[03:09] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "I most certainly could...and, try th' Docro Manor. Young one. Some of them might be able to help you find dreamwalkers."
[03:10] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "But keep yerself guarded around them, keep your ambitions close to your chest. They will use you, blackmail you, you must tread carefully wit' their lot."
[03:10] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "...Now, I need tah go."
[03:10] Xander Byron says, "Of course. Thank you for everything Ragnhild."
[03:10] Xander Byron says, "Have a safe trip one."
[03:10] Ragnhild Sionnach says, "Aye, I will young one."