Wardens of Arcane Writing Implements

I wish I could tell you that everything is going to be okay. That the embers of a long-forgotten war have not risen back into flame. That the corrupted dark ones who dwell in the cracks between worlds don’t exist. And that we aren’t losing the ground that we sacrificed so much for.

Perhaps I shouldn’t tell you. Perhaps you can’t bear the weight of the knowledge, or cope with the palpable fear that comes with it. If you believe you are one of those people, I beg that you stop reading now. You were not meant to find this page and embrace its teachings. It is nothing to be ashamed of. There are others. Ones who would protect you and your innocence from the encroaching darkness.

 

The Arcana Awaits

If you are still reading, you have given me hope. You are one of those who knows that all is not well. An ever-present itch exists in the back of your mind, clawing at you, telling you that evil is at our doorstep. You are the one through which knowledge, no matter how dark, grants power. Power to change the events that have already been sent in motion. Power to walk the path of light, as our predecessors once had. You have the spark of an Arcanist.

We of the Arcana Implementia, the cultivators of the forgotten spells and the keepers of the Implements which bring them to life, can no longer wait in the shadows. We must awaken the ways of the Arcanists once more.

I beseech you to follow the path of the Arcanists. With your help, we can drive back the enemy which seeks to consume us and we can reclaim our world once more.

Tyche

The small charter plane hummed along, and the Arcanist had little to do than think about the operation ahead. One shot was all they really had. Of all the types of magic, there were none that could manipulate time. A good thing, to be sure, as it would be far too...

Thymos

Most Arcanists spend time focusing on the reagents surrounding the magic they use. The most important are the inks, the paper, and of course, the Implements themselves. But they lose sight of where the soul of the magic comes from. The soul comes from the Arcanist...

Telos

All her life, people would give her trouble about her plans. Either they were "too complex", or that a plan wasn't needed for something so "simple". And if their endeavors failed? It was always something or someone else's fault - not the fact that they had ignored her...

Sophos

The first rule of teleportation magic is that you should never use teleportation magic. Teleportation looks great in movies, but unfortunately reality isn't as neat and tidy. Phasing yourself one from place to another by skipping through an alternative plane of...

Phos

You have been cleared to use S-Class containment spells for rift closures and Reacher suppression at rift sites using Phos. Due to the usage of forbidden glyphs in high-level containment, these spells are not suitable for city-scale or smaller threats. While powerful...

Nomos

"Sever the link!" He yelled, gripping his Implement in hopes that one of the other Arcanists could hear him. He made out faint rumblings in his mind, but nothing discernable as words. A cacophony of winds howled about him. This is bad, he thought, his mind reeling. He...

Menos

"Will you help me?" A small girl asked him. He nodded, face solemn. He crouched down and met the girl's gaze. "But first I need your help. Can you take me to your home?" "I don't want to go back there," she said, shaking her head. "I know you are scared. But you look...

Elpis

An eerie stillness permeated the clearing where he had found the rift. It hadn't happened all at once, but rather like air slowly escaping from a pinprick in a balloon. The hairs on his arms stood on end. He opened up his book and signed a spell with Elpis. Nothing...

Chara

Now what? she thought, already in position. The rift wasn't too difficult to find, her eye always twitched when one was nearby, so it wasn't hard to pinpoint it. But this one…this one was different. There should be Reachers streaming out of this thing, attacking her....

Bios

"You'll be back soon, right?" his son had said. "Before you know it, buddy," he said, tousling his son's hair. "Promise?" He paused a moment and nodded. "I promise."   A wind swirled about him, threatening to hurl him from the precipice to which he now clung. He...

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