An introduction to Magic by Master Monty

Earth, Fire, Water and Wind.

Everything that it's possible to do with magic can be decomposed and explained by this core elements.

So Magic in Ammerinthia is basically the ability to control this elements.

But to do so you have to give some thing for it.

Earth magic consumes your flesh. It's proeminent users  are mostly fat peope who have a lot of flesh to spend. Using it daily requires that you eat huge quantities of food so you don't end with only skin and bones.

Fire steals the warm from your body. It's very refreshing to use it in a warm environment but very risky in the cold, even if you are only trying to warm yourself, since you might be death by the time you are warming up.

Water takes a toll on your blood. It becomes thicker making it harder to circulate it through your body.

Wind magic takes oxygen from your body. It's the most used kind of magic since it can be replenished by just breathing, but it's also considered the weakest element since it's the one that requires more effort to change anything.

But even though everyone can use it, what you really can do change from person to person.

To discern what you can do is a mission that you only can finish, no one can tell what you can do or how far you can push yourself. That's something only you can find and in the worst case die for.

Here we will only teach you how to achieve something by using the least amount of Magic.

So by the end of this three years you will be able to identify and use anything in the best possible way to achieve what you have set your mind on.

This is will be our objective.

Letter to a Death Love

Dear.

Remember that passage of the prophecy that you kept saying that was about me?

That one were you had to die so I could finish it!

Well, this is what I will do about it:

I won't be the savior, I will be the killer.
I won't be the hope of Ralsaz but it's doom.

This is all your fault! Yours and that prophecy that decided you had to sacrifice yourself so whatever event happened without fault...

Fuck with it. I will piss on it with every fiber way of my been.

I won't follow your fucking fate, I will take my revenge on it and you by contradicting everything I can and you can't do shit about it, since you decided to be a martyr!

So I hope, that you were wrong, because if the man in that prophecy it's really me, you have just died a stupid and uneventful death.

And no, I don't feel sorry for you, I only feel sorrow for me that has to leave the rest of its life without you.

Want me to follow it?  Then find some way to resurrect from the Death!

Dearly yours.

Prophecys

It took him too much time to get out of that mess, while she just slipped away. It made him mad that she believed the only way was the way of the prophecy and even though he was delayed by their enemies she still lost some time to make it harder for him to follow her.

 "Madness." Was what he could think of her actions, but he pressed on. When he arrived she was already dead. Died at the hands of the man the prophecy said she would, the guy who was all covered by a green robe to conceal his identity. "I am afraid you are too late, she was so weak that it was disappointing." John ignored the man and just went to her side, released her arms and legs from that unnatural position before rigor mortis made it impossible. "Is she your girlfriend, I beg your pardon, was she your girlfriend?" John still ignored him and grabbed something inside her jacket and took the sword from her waist.

"I'm sorry my friend but I don't like to be ignored, but since I'm in a good mood I will let you join her." A fireball was shot by the man in the green robe but it was caught in the middle of it's flight by another fireball, although it was smaller it was enough to stop the bigger one. "A counter, I haven't seen someone doing it successfully in ages, you have my compliments." He raised his hand again and a bigger fireball was once again shot against john and once again he destroyed it with a fireball of his own, the man kept shooting fireballs each one bigger than the other just to get destroyed in mid flight by John's fireball's.

"Can't you do anything else?" John taunted him but that man only answered by keeping shooting fireballs. "Sorry I'm getting bored of this." John pulled out the sword that he picked from Heleanor. "You expect to approach me with a sword!?" The man asked. "There's not much such a famous wizard like you can do about it." "You pompous fool." And has he raised his hands to cast another fireball nothing happened besides he waving his hands. "What's going on? How is this possible? What have you done?" And there it was another wizard that was inept at everything besides magic. "That is a information that someone that is going to die doesn't have a need for." John walked towards him with the sword him is right hand while the man just stood still staring in disbelief.

"I can't die today, the prophecy states that I have so much more to do!" John could hear panic him that man's voice. "You and your prophecies, you are so concentrated on the parts where you belong and the great things they tell that you will achieve that you not even ask yourselves if that's the end of it. Let me tell you a little secret, prophecy's don't care about who does do what, as long as the rest of the world thinks it was done as it was foreseen."

John was now right in front of him but that man didn't try to resist him so John took his cloak off. "I don't want to spoil the cloak with your blood and farewell mister Malem I will be living your life from now on." And John decapitated him and proceeded to burned his face to a point where it wasn't possible to recognize him.

Liberdade

Eram quase quatro da manhã quando decidi ir dar um passeio pela cidade para desanuviar.

O meu passeio levou-me até ao parque junto ao rio, sem lua nem estrelas no céu, e contentei-me a olhar para um ponto qualquer há procura de algo que não conseguia ver nem queria encontrar. 

Olhei em volta e não vi ninguém, a casa mais próxima encontrava-se já a uma distancia que eu considerei confortável para poder fazer o que queria fazer.

Gritar o mais alto que podia.

"Oh amigo, eu não quero ser chato mas será que poderia berrar sem fazer barulho?" Atrás de mim encontrava-se um homem de idade avançada sentado atrás de um arbusto que o ocultava se estivesse deitado. "Peço desculpa, não o tinha visto ai." Afastei-me.

"Amigo, espere ai. Conte lá o que o levou a vir aqui a estragar a sua garganta?" O homem tinha-se levantado e caminhava na minha direção. Com o cabelos pelos ombros, aparentava ser bastante magro e o peso da sua idade constatava-se na forma que as suas costa inclinavam para a frente. "Você dorme sempre aqui?" Perguntei.

"Não, nem sequer sou daqui. Apenas tive a infelicidade de não ter conseguido outro lugar para pernoitar, e quanto há minha pergunta não vai responder?" Olhei para o homem, não sabia o que ele pretendia com aquela conversa, mas também não desejava regressar a casa, e falar com um desconhecido pareceu-me bastante agradável. "Acho que estou cansado." Disse.

"Cansado!? Um jovem como o senhor?" Olhei para o velhote, embora o seu tom mostrasse admiração a sua cara apresentava-se exatamente a mesma, antes de continuar sentei-me no chão onde ele se juntou a mim.

"Não estou cansado fisicamente, estou cansado mentalmente. Sinto-me preso numa gaiola, sem maneira de conseguir fugir." Suspirei, e pensei se era aquilo exatamente o que se passava comigo. "E quer fugir exatamente do quê?"O velhote perguntou.

"Da minha vida acho eu. Estou cansado de ter de fazer o que me mandam, de ter de agir de forma diferente só porque fulano ou sicrano estão presentes. No fundo só quero liberdade."

"Liberdade? O que é para si o conceito de liberdade?" Apesar de o ter considerado um sem abrigo no inicio, a forma como este velhote falava  dava-lhe um ar culto. "Liberdade? Liberdade é ser livre, ter a possibilidade de fazermos o que queremos, quando queremos e onde queremos." Respondi.

"Então tendo em conta a sua noção de liberdade, imaginemos duas pessoas que vivem num mundo do tamanho deste parque e que exercem ambas a sua noção. Agora dentro da sua liberdade uma destas pessoas decide gritar, como acha que outra reagirá?" Ao principio pensei que o velhote se estava a preparar para me dar um sermão sobre porque não se deve gritar a meio da noite. "Isso depende da outra pessoa, tanto a pode incomodar como pode lhe ser indiferente."

"Muito bem, suponhamos então que essa pessoa então considera um incomodo há sua liberdade de viver em silencio e decide confrontar a outra pessoa, que por sua vez confronta essa pessoa porque esta é livre de poder gritar. A que conclusão chegámos?"

"Não sei aonde quer chegar com isso." Respondi.

"O que eu quero dizer, é que a noção de liberdade apenas se estica até chocar com outra noção de liberdade e quando tens um conjunto diferente de noções de liberdade estas acabam por criar regras entre si para não entrarem em conflito, por isso quando dizes que queres liberdade total a única opção é ires para um local inabitado."

"Mas eu gosto de viver aqui e segundo o que o senhor diz a morte seria outra via para alcançar liberdade." Eu estava agora embrenhado na linha de pensamento daquele velhote, as suas palavras pareciam-me sábias e as suas opiniões agradáveis de ouvir e de teorizar.

"Morte!? Não sei o que há para além da morte, tanto pode ser um mundo de escravidão como outra coisa qualquer. Não nutro qualquer interesse por ela pelo menos enquanto não souber o que ela realmente é."

"Têm medo de morrer?" Perguntei. "Sim tenho, o pensamento de morrer e não poder explorar o resto do mundo e de conhecer as pessoas que nela habitam deixa-me horrorizado, isto porque, para mim, morte é apenas um vácuo e não conheço nenhum método de a explorar sem a obter. Por isso sim, tenho medo de morrer, quem não tem acaba por não viver durante muito tempo."

O sino já tocava, não tinha reparado que o tempo tinha voado. "Tenho de ir, daqui a pouco tenho aulas. Gostei muito desta conversa, espero voltar a ter oportunidade de voltar a conversar com o senhor." Estiquei a mão para o cumprimentar e enquanto ele fazia o mesmo disse "Nutro o mesmo sentimento pelo senhor."

Dirigi-me a casa para me preparar para as aulas.

A lesson on the Magic system by Master Monty

There's a misconception running around the common people that Magic is only for some. While it's true that some have better skills than others, everyone can do magic to some extent.

But before I get further in this let's get a insight on the Magic itself.

Magic is divided into four elements Earth, Wind, Fire and Water. You can either use them one by one or in some kind of combination.

But to use magic you have to give something of you. Abusing it might lead to death if you aren't careful about ii.


When you use Earth you start losing body fat. While some people consider this a miracle of fitness it's extremely dangerous to do so in huge amounts, you will experience muscle pain, fevers, lack of strength etc..

To use Wind you need to give the air  that you breathe, what I mean is that you will experience a lack of air
when you do it, in severe cases of abuse you won't be able to breathe and die.

Water drains blood out of you, abuse of it brings the same symptoms of severe blood loss.

Fire drains your warmth, abuse of it might lead to a small cold or an ice statue.

Between these elements the most commonly used is Wind, since it's the one that represent less risks and everyone dedicated to magic explores it to some degree. But while it's the element easier to use it's also the weakest, there's not many Mages that dedicate themselves only to air.

Next on the list is Earth. It's very popular between knights who use it to strength their armor and weapons.

Fire and Water comes next, they lose to the other elements because you need access to either a reagent for fire or water for Water. While it's possible to use fire without a combustible it takes a huge toll on the user, and while water is somewhat everywhere, gathering an amount that you need to use some kind of skill might leave you unable to do anything else. This is of course irrelevant if you have access to the element itself in huge amounts.

Now, as I was saying at the beginning, everyone can use Magic to some extent. Every person has an inbuilt wall that doesn't let you abuse magic, some are higher than the others. What Mages do is to break that wall

 A Mage can go behind that inbuilt protection and keep using Magic, but this requires an understanding of how far you can go to not pass a wall that you can never recover from.

So to conclude this, how much power and time you can use Magic depends on your limits. The limit is found by experience, going a little farther every time until you find a threshold that if you pass won't be able to recover from. There's many Mage's that die when trying to go a little farther.

So be careful.

Master Monty Marks

The citys of Amerinthia - Markem in Solace

Markem was firstly founded by a group of traveling salesman, from various countries, when they decided to organize a fair on neutral grounds. They chose Solace as the best country for it because it was a poor and didn't have enemies, it didn’t have any resources worth of fighting for, and their king didn’t put much obstacles to them doing it.

Do to the success of this Fair, which lasted for three months, it was also held on the following years. The King of Solace seeing an opportunity for his country, gathered with the major salesman’s that participated in the fair and proposed that they established a permanent shop in the plains were they made the fair, the costs of the construction would be totally supported by Solace. They accepted.

So a city was created with the name of Markem. On the middle of it there’s a vast plaza with almost 1 kilometer wide, from there 4 roads lead to each of the major cardinal point while slightly curving to the left, around the plaza you can see the shops from the most renown salesman of the time, and with some of the most luxurious inns of the world, from there a maze of shops, houses and smaller inns sprouted. The city was also divided  by ethnicity, people from the northern country’s would settle at the north of the plaza, the southern at the south and so on.  

A artificial river was later created to support the city, the wells started to not be enough to support the ever-growing city, that flowed from north to southeast.

But not everything was great in solace, sandstorms were common since the vegetation was practically nonexistent on those plains, with the creation of the artificial river it was possible to change the horizon but it was still a very hot and arid place to leave.

Seeing all the growth and success of the Markem fair the biggest country's quickly approached Solace to make pacts of nonaggression and of mutual help, Solace proved to be a great place to sell surplus resources without being taxed by the other country’s. This also leaded to peace between the neighboring country’s since they could easily sell and buy resources the most needed resources.

Markem, was a paradise for any salesman but also became a paradise for anyone running from justice. Solace never had an army and now had a pact with many country’s to not raise one, instead they had a small unit of elite soldiers that would receive new recruits from various country’s and would be in charge of training them, but Solace could keep these recruits for a year after them finished training to maintain the peace in the country. While this seemed a good deal for Solace, which didn’t have a population to keep in check the new growing cities that were mostly being occupied by emigrants, it proved to be a double edged sword, even thought they now had the man labor to keep the cities from rioting, with the constant change of personnel they never had experienced personnel to investigate and find the most devious people. 

And so Markem, and Solace in general, was a great place for any criminal seeking refuge.

The grays of black and white.

"I don't live in a black and white world, what is good and evil always depends on perspective, I always find it hilarious how so many people jump to conclusions based on their respective views. But, anyway, the world wouldn't work if most people weren't like that, so I'm not looking to reform anyone I just want to keep both sides alive. Most people think the end of the war means peace, while that's truth it will be only momentarily, supposing that there won't be disputes between the winners regarding territory and even if no disputes arise it's a matter of time until the reason that lead to the first war leads to a second. Although peace is beautiful and great it will in the end brings problem, with peace there's less dead, more people giving birth, and more children growing old, this all looks great but this also brings problems, the increase of population demands more territory for them to settle if this mean evading occupied territory they will do so because it's better than risk death by starvation which bring us to the first war and why it started. Even though our races look different we are exactly the same, we both claim that each other are evil while we are basically doing the same thing, bringing death to each other through war. That brings me to my point and why I don't want the war to end, while both nations are on this stranglehold there's no need for them to expand, because their extra human resources are recruited to the war in a way that both Empires are in some way stabilized. I realize that this might look biased since the country's engulfed by war are suffering the most but is either that or having a Empire win, this might look good if your side wins but it will only end on new factions being formed and new wars started. What keeps this two Empires united is the war itself, neither of the countrys on each side would have a good reason to stay allied with no enemys in common.
And doesn't matter how much you strugle, war itself is engulfed on human nature."