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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 23:00:07 GMT -5
She ran a finger along the many spines of books until she came to the one he'd specified. Taking it off the shelf, she flipped it open. "Oo, even though I can't understand it, it's quite pretty."
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 23:06:05 GMT -5
|He glanced over his shoulder at her, frowning. Well, it hadn't zapped her yet, so she ought to be okay. Every time he'd tried to read it, it had rearranged itself, making sentences intelligible and rendering any chance at translation impossible. But it shook slightly, in Sarah's hands...and the flowing letters rearranged themselves into stilted, but readable, English. It was a book of blood magic. Spells that could protect, not just individual people, but families, even cities, by using the blood of one person as a catalyst and then keeping that person alive for however long the protection needed to last. It told stories of sacrifices to appease the Gods, and how the blood of their Messiah, their holy man, could replenish one's health and magic when drunk. Most of the spells regarded protection. Some...were offensive. With the blood of your enemy, you could make their skin crack and their veins shrivel up. You could make their worst nightmares a reality.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 23:07:41 GMT -5
Sarah gasped as teh book suddenly revealed itself to her. "Look!" She held the book out to him.
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Post by Pathos on Aug 22, 2006 23:09:47 GMT -5
|He squinted at her, then at the book. Back to her, then the book. "What am I supposed to be looking at, then? It's all a bunch of squiggles and dots." He...couldn't see it. A book that, perhaps, only revealed itself to the pure, or the innocent? Those who have never willingly touched Dark Magic? Whatever it was, Jesse Brightstone, one of the smartest wizards to ever grace America's shores...could not read it.|
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Post by Sarah on Aug 22, 2006 23:12:34 GMT -5
"You can't see the words? It just scrambled about and words formed on teh pages!"
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Post by Pathos on Oct 21, 2006 16:06:13 GMT -5
|He shook his head sadly. "No, I'm afraid not. I would say that I'm not it's type. But it would seem that you are. You can take it, if you want." He turned away, towards his tiny potions lab, eyeing one of the pewter cauldrons. "Don't say that Jesse Brightstone never loved you enough to part with his books," he muttered. "Because he just did."|
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