The Journal of Ur-Zai the Mage

=Month 8, Day 20, Year 5 of Era Wu=
There is no time left to waste. Those at the academy have rejected my theory for the final time. They are haunted by dogma, and ignorance. Chasing the dreams of an Empire a thousand steps away instead of seeing the power that lay beneath their feet.
How many times has a shielding spell sparked with flame without cause? How often has a peach tree enchanted to grow longer sprouted with plums? Rumors from the west tells of Temegal war steeds turned to doves by elimination wards or Grenndarryn Tattoos sprouting off the skin the moment they come into the borders of the city.
The so-called Fundamental Four types of magic alone cannot explain these incidents. High Mage Xan-To is obsessed with the Dogma from the subcontinent, her eyes refuse to open. But I will open them. 
I WILL see him again.
=Month 9 Day 11, Year 5 Era Wu=
To prove my theory correct the fifth source must be found by looking at the other four.
The red wards of the Grenndarryn warlords grow in strength the farther north they are found. The choppy waves of the ocean grow ever still as one approaches the Great Reef. Control Magic is rare and weak in the south it is clear its origin lies in the reef.
It is common knowledge the intensity of war magic as one approaches the Great Rift and that Necromancy is strongest in the Dread Midlands. The Treants hold the source of all growth magic to be there sacred God-Tree, and no one has been able to match their control of foilage outside the Great Jungle.
This fifth, azure magic shows no obvious source, which justifies its apparent weakness. Evidence of its existence is not apparent outside the Great City. More research must be done.
=Month 11 Day 13 Year 5 Era Wu=
The academies of the South have proven as chaotic as their way of life. Each screaming charlatan is matched by the next, warring over glass beads of the pampered rich . You would have hated it. But any sacrifice must be made for our reunion. The libraries are stocked with the texts of a thousands races, perhaps wider wisdom can be found abroad.
=Month 13 Day 1 Year 1 Era Xon=
I am just getting word than Emperor Wu has passed, his son has taken the name Xon in honor of the great Oni scholar. I hope his appreciation for their culture leads to less stagnation in our homeland. Your tragedy would never have happened under his rule.
I have taken to teaching to earn funds for the journey , the irony is not lost on me, love. These southerners will yield their life’s savings for a glimpse of “Souxi Mysticism” to satisfy their wealth driven ennui. They sicken me. To see them draw breath when you...
=Month 13 Day 4 Year 1 Era Xon=
A large windfall has given me a series of options for my journey. The libraries of the south have proven hard to translate accurately, the locals are easy to take coin and hard to give nuance to sacred texts. Steeper means are required.
=Month 4 Day 7 Year 1 Era Xon=
I know yous aid not to do this oh i miss you so much no no focus but it is clear this is the way is ee it i see th epath the lines are all around us that fool i will claw her face! Nononono i see it i see the way the way is rock and red and blodo and soil beyond beyond beyon!!!!!
=Month 9 Day 17 Year 1 Era Xon=
I apologize for that, my love. I know you don’t like seeing me like that. But by the Night Mother it was glorious and I saw the path. We all know the Wastelands as the source of barbarism and the lost weapons of the ancients, but have we questioned what lies beyond? The Celestials hoard their precious Yari pass, but if the Fifth Source cannot be found in the lands of society, it must be found in the bosom of barbarism.
=Month 10 Day 4 Year 1 Era Xon=
Our journey begins, love. The families of my former students have made this dreaded patch of islands unsuitable for my travels. I have purchased a small ship to make my journey to the west. The gods themselves will fall before me when I find our magical source. And when I do, we will bask in the glory awarded to us. 
=Month 15 Day 20 YEar 3 Era Xon=
The sea is barren as we were, the crew grows hungry an imputent. Discipline exhausted the last of my magical supplies. The cape of the Slithering Ones lies ever out of reach. I pray this craft will not be your second tomb.
=Month 1 Day 5 Year 3 Era Xon=
The lords of the Ivory Kingdom have welcomed our crew with open arms. They have shown interest in the way of magic as to defeat their enemies to the west. I will sell them all my secrets, save one. Let them have the magic of the old world to deal with petty squabbles, I shall be master of the magic of the new.
=Month 5 Day 13 Year 4 Era Xon=
I fear the Ivory Lords grow suspicious of my genius. Day in and out they retreat to their pits to commune with their savage scaled goddesses. This mockery of love disgusts me .
=Month 6 Day 5 Year 4 Era Xon=
The caravan to Xixia was beset by bandits. A few naga skull arrows made quick work of them love. The General’s Guard will not be be as easy to pass, tensions are high in the border.
=Month 7 Day 19 Year 4 Era Xon= 
THe violet energy flows through me, even now I can see Marthil’s Thoery of “SOul veins” is accurate. EVery breath I take is full of grand energy. I feel the power inside me. GVods will bleed at my feats. Just as men. The guards crumpled before us, even our own band screamed in fear. It was amazing.
=Month 8 Day 4 Year 4 Era Xon=
Apolgies for not writing you again, I know you mustnt have liked that. The skirmish with the border forces has forced us to retreat into the Ivory Kingdom. Hiding from the Snake Lords and the Shogun’s dog in the muck like savages. We have taken shelter in a ruined Mausleuem.  To think our fallen brethren erected such monuments of glory to honor such beasts. It is a blessing they never crossed the Knot.
=Month 8 Day 5 Year 4 Era Xon=
Whispers lay in wait in this cursed tomb, the party has scattered, they look on with fear and shame at the sickening displays before us. You are blessed to have no eyes to see this. To see such gaudy works in service to animals slick with the much fo disuse annoys and iririates me. I see signs you know. The darkness creeping, the energies storring inside. This is no source, but a door, a hole, a blackness. 
=Month 8 Da7 510 Year 4 Era Xon=
The wisdoms of the shadows of the snake pit has shown me the path to enlightenment. The sacred texts tell us of the mother womb in the Wall of the World, from whi
ch the Oni-Father emerged. In days of old pilgrimages were made. If the sources themselves can increase the power of magics they mother, then points between these sources can cause combinations to flourish. For any given spell, an ideal location on the globe must exist for that spell’s maximum efficiency. 
If this Snake pit mirrors the Oni-Hole in qualities, its relation to its magical sources must be similar. Destruction to tear asunder the bounds of the mortal plane, permenwce to maintain this opening and growth to feed it. Marthil only theorized about these lines of power, but with proper geometry I can truly CHART them.
=Month 9 Day 11 YEar 4 Era Xon=
Sucess did not come cheap but it has arrived. The crude tools acquired from my former party made it idifficult to difficult to ensure propperr form but my genius couldnt be stopped. I have chartered the lines of Destruction Growth and Permanence . When I find the source of this “Chaos” magic, I will find where it intersects with the lines of Control; and the, we can truly be together.
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