Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

It is well observed that all magi draw power from the wellspring of Akasha, that primordial subconsciousness that drives all the World as it is observed by the eyes of the uninitiated. When a mage first develops awareness of the Will, their spirit instinctively draws upon the Power without direction or intent it is this untempered excess of the phantasmal which causes the errant phenomena so common during this period of adjustment. Though there is much debate yet on the topic amidst the scholars of this House and its peers, evidence suggests a direct correlation between the frequency and potency of these stray mystical happenings and the eventual strength of the mage to which they are tied. Noise. Chase furrowed his thinly-trimmed brows, dusty goldish-brown as his hair, and refocused on the tome in his slender, tanned hands whoever had just come into the library should know better than to approach him, it having been very publicly announced months ago that Chase Cadence was to be avoided by all of House Memoiri until such time as his power was stabilized... Whenever that was due to be. Surely even Trouble Incarnate would adhere to that, he thought doubly so since, being magical in principle, it was entirely unknowable what being around him might do to her. It is only when Akasha takes note of this reckless drawing of power, and bequeaths an envoy, that a mage's gift truly becomes their own these envoys we have come to call Totems, for they serve as anchors around which a mage focuses their spirit to enact their craft. The bestowal of these Totems is what we know as Inheritance, so named for the belief that all magic available to man originates from Akasha, and is simply passed down from Will to Inheritor as any heirloom might be. Of all the magics that one may be endowed with by Akasha, the Totem is both the most common and the most basic, its powers limited in both breadth and might when compared to the less common gifts one may Inherit. Unlike even Inheritors of Contracts, those limited to Totems are strictly bound by the laws of the World, their achievements restricted only to that which the mundane could conceivably reproduce there is no conjury, transmutation, or even many of the basics of bounded fields. Blessed though they may be, Totem magi are best compared to the blue-collar workers of the craft. It was when that bitter-yet-sweet spice reached his nose that he realized he was being nave and ingrained responses took over. Chase didn't need eyes or ears to know the bearer of that distinct a perfume, and as she rounded to stand on front of him the mage-to-be was already bolting from his seat, managing with a modicum of grace to leap over the back of the chair and place a piece of furniture and meters spare between himself and the vulpine source of much stress and worry in his life. The book, he abandoned, its heavy leather falling to the floor with a dull phump, and he hastily inclined at the waist, averting his gaze from the winged creature that held dominion over himself and so many others of the Cadence name. To one without context, it might seem comical he, dressed in a servant's fine livery complete with polished shoes and white gloves and her, looking for all the world as if she'd just been roused from her bed. Of course, even without context it would be abundantly clear Chase was unnerved by the heiress Memoiri. Not for her power, but rather because even after so many years he did not quite understand her nature and mannerisms, her attentiveness to him in particular. I must ask your pardon, my Lady, he began, a noble and gentle tenor sounding out a rush of words very obviously trying to project a calm not felt, but in my current... condition... I am yet unable to comply. As my functions are severely hindered, I thought it prudent to devote myself to study... His slim dancer's physique inclined by a few degrees more, hiding his modestly-pretty-yet-male face from view, The better to serve once my... condition... has stabilized, that is. The chair collapsing into a pile of wood and a seat cushion just served to accent his point, and he flinched his uncle Evan would be displeased at the extra trouble. Last edited Jun 3, 2018