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.

Cipher

“Measure twice, cast once.” I’m not saying what I’m doing is safe. But I do believe it is necessary. Those fools at the Arcana are so wrapped up in the way it used to be done that they aren’t willing to grow or adapt. Hell, even the Reachers have shown us that they...

Glaive

Originally thought to be lost, Glaive was recently returned to the Archive. It was not dropped off on our doorstep, however. It appeared suddenly one day in the Vault, where all unused Implements are safely kept. The former bearer of the Implement, Ricard Lilium, was...

Oasis

“Why bother?” the boy asked, shaking his head. “Excuse me?” The teacher, in middle of reading a passage to the group of young Arcanists, put down her book. “Why do we bother to use lead-based Implements if their effects don’t last?” The teacher nodded, her eyes...

Sparterra

​Perfect darkness enveloped her, and her ears rang with a dull tone. She reached out, her heart pounding. Her hand only met the slick stone wall of the crumbling crypt, but it granted her a glimmer of solace to have something to ground her. The years of training. The...

Shore

Maps are powerful things. You may laugh, but I posit that knowing where you are, where you need to go, and where something is can give you an incalculable advantage. This is why Shore is so amazing. It can find things, nearly pinpoint them if you can create the right...

Lutana

I asked when I was a child Why the dark was so scary and wild. Why the day had to die And steal the blue from the sky. Why in growing shadow did the Reachers scrape As the barriers between our worlds lost their shape. She stroked my hair and said The dark was a...

Midas

​It’s always the same story with thieves. They lack imagination. To be fair, I messed up in the first place, letting it slip to the wrong person that I had been recruited by the Arcana to arrange high-security transport of goods. They must have figured I was moving...

Bastion

The voice came at once, without warning. It was not unlike my own voice, but with no source or direction. Someone inexperienced with the sensation might think it be their own, but I know better. “Westclaw Keep in danger. All available Arcanists prepare for siege.” My...

Lyra

“What happened? It didn’t always look like this. Is it some type of corruption…or an evolution?” It is established that Implements can change. They can shift not only in what feats and proclivities they possess, but also in appearance. While theories abound, no one is...

Nix

Four-hundred and twenty-five pages. I know each one by heart. Every single stroke of every glyph was made by my hand. I practiced writing every glyph every night until my hands cramped up so badly that it was impossible to continue. After a decade of this training, I...

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