Once Upon a Treatise
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prologue queries answered, and Randall sat with his legs crossed in the middle of an ancient ceremonial chamber. His eyes were closed beneath the thick mane of drenched and tangled black hair. His body was relaxed, his arms hung limply to each side of him, and his hands rested on the rough yet molded stone floor with his palms up the flames from 100 candles burned brightly around him. While there smoke drifted silently toward the ceiling. The candles afforded the chamber elimination, and the warmth from them enticed rivulets of perspiration to flow from his forehead down his cheeks. While he remained motionless, the space encompassing him was immaculate. The magic user had taken several hours to personally clear away every speck of dust and arrange each candle in one of the forest circular tears so that the chamber would be balanced evenly. The twisted silver candlesticks along the walls in the highest level, were 6 ft tall. This height tapered down with each row to the lowest candles, which had no holders and had been placed directly on the floor. An unadorned path led from him toe a pair of thick wooden doors, the cold gray of the stone walls absorbed most of the light but could not dissuade an uncomfortable heat that gradually mounted within the room. Is it conscious to the potentiality of the tomes, Cogen see his query mystically extended. This particular display of magic could not be seen by anyone observing him. The internal audience in progress was the result of an effect that he channeled to make his enquiries. This effect allowed him at least his mind to project out beyond the room. He seemed worlds away, if any distance could define where his form set and where his consciousness now questioned higher powers for the divine consultation. He perceived that no distance had been traveled to attain this destination, but he felt that he was nowhere near his body. He heard a voice answering his question with unknown. It was not a thought in response to his own, and it presented him with the strangest sensation he was expressing his portion of the commune mentally. Yet the answers to his proposed questions returned as an unmistakable voice that he could hear audibly, and this left him disconcerted. The conversation had only taken several minutes, while the effects magical display began to fade, leaving him with no more feeling of travel than before. His mind again united with his body, his or a weakened as the display from his powerful effect diminished. This deficiency would not impair him but would be instinctively noticeable. Weaker effects expended less of the source energy when channeled, while stronger once could induce various intensities of fatigue. Genuinely formidable effects could even cause physical alterations to the challenger, including premature aging and possible death When used without appropriate precautions. The unseen source was always there. It floated and waited for a channel defects specific components to merge. Then it derived the desired magical display from it. Where the source originated was a knowable, even to those with the persistence to study it and have studied multiple theories clouded researchers investigation on the matter. The qualities of mystery and ambiguity were just too challenging to understand and interpret, one constant proved accurate. Aggregate proportions of energy, which were allowed to pass through an aura, had set limits. Once they were depleted on Lee, Time could restore them. A nurse capacity would expand with consistent practice and meditation, which enabled it to tap into more substantial quantities. However, there was always a limit. No magic user truly knew his or her limitations, but in Randall contended that he could channel as many of the weaker effects as he desired, with only minimal inconvenience. So he thought the ******* had not perjured himself. You would begin a provocation with your existence, ventured, he accused. His former mentor allowed revolutions before his master had enlightened him about an arcane volume of incredible power. This same man had pleaded relentlessly that his students should heed his veracity about the book, and Randall assumed the ramblings were solely a vain attempt to prevent a dagger from ending his life for many revolutions afterward.