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RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 01-18-2015 Note to self: Lafiaht is going to help me sort out whatever is happening with these gems, and perhaps the spirit as well. [blot] She doesn't seem particularly pleased about the situation, but is rather willing to help with the hunting. Her carbuncle needs things to sniff out. I hope the letter would suffice enough. I've since sent her copies of my notes, and told her about everything I know of the thing gem. [a few spots] I hope to hear from her soon, and [another spot] well, I'm quite grateful for her assistance. She says not to worry about it, that she needs nothing in return... [a few more spots] But she gives off the air of one who is mildly trapped. In some way, I wish I could give her something so she might be able to pursue what she'd like, instead of being held by the other obligations she notes keep her from such endeavors. I doubt she would take it though, even if I did. And it would.. likely be 'weird' as she puts it. Though I hardly see why. [blot] There are times I feel... it is unfair what I have. Though I suppose, of course, there are trade-offs. Other possibilities. I likely would never have survived were it not for my particular... situation. There are likely families that would have left me, being of little use to them in any way. I am always grateful, but I cannot help but feel the wish to somehow give more to those who could really use it. The Family tended to be very... tight about what they would give, and for what price, the Trade being of utmost importance, even though, at times, they would ask for something very 'little' and others something very great. [a few blots] I've written all I am thinking here before. I just cannot help but find myself wishing she had further freedom. Perhaps, though, she has exactly as she wants, what she chose, so really, my thoughts are invalid. I suppose a better thing to say would be, I wish she could have what she's after, to pursue more of it without feeling that it's out of reach. ... If that's what she really felt, anyway. [blot] I didn't mean to ramble here, but look what happened~ I ought to be working on other things. RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 01-18-2015 The Eagle and Quill Bookstore
[there is a vague layout diagram here of what looks like two floors of the same building. Certain sections are labled: Physical Sciences, Aetherical Sciences, Geology, Mining, Mythology + Legends, Philosophy, History, Biology, and Anatomy. The second diagram has no labels. Next to it is written 'OLD']
[At the end, there is another diagram here, scribed much more elaborately and precisely, of what might be the previous layout. Everything is neatly labeled, and it looks like a valid map and floorplan in itself. There is a note near it with an arrow pointing to it that reads 'Use This One'] RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 01-18-2015 Grimoire Order: Notes
First Thoughts
RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 01-18-2015 Asheloux's Eye
Incidentally, and amusingly, Asheloux was the first to know of my new place of work. He'd caught me once when I was moving, and since came to visit. [blot] Despite reminding me continuously that he can hardly deal with my presence, he did follow me to the Eagle and Quill when I was heading there, and since returned to visit. [a few spots] Oddly, it seems we may have more in common than I previously thought. He'd mentioned that [blot] he hasn't seen much of the world himself. He'd only been able to wander, I believe it was 8 or so years back? I didn't write it down, as [spot] well, my Aether was being.. problematic. Oh, right: Remember that he was after books on Nymian History. He gave no specific titles, but [spot] well, he is researching the topic, so should he not find any on his own, Rachelle may be able to help him if he returns. Anyroad [blot] he expressed some interest in learning more of my Aetherical work at a time when he might be able to .. tolerate my presence~ Though in truth, I've hardly been able to experiment with nor test much of what I would like to. I'm sure he likely has much more Aetherical skill and experience than I, though I [blot] well, I have been a part of some.. interesting things, of course. And [spot] Well, I still couldn't tell him what he wanted to know. But I also couldn't get that far into it without [a few spots] letting something be known I'd rather keep closer. [a few more blots, and the entry just ends abruptly there] RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 01-18-2015 I still wonder if she read them. I mean- I thought she had, the way she [blot] At least some, certainly, and the last time we spoke, before parting, how she [blot blot] but I don’t know. She knows I read hers. [blot] Her letters, I mean. How strange it is, to be stuck in two worlds the way we are. There is the one where we are merely and much more than the words we string together, carefully with all manner of feeling we wish to give to them, their rhythm or rhyme. [spot] By mere mention of those words, implication of the thoughts, I feel that world pull me, the place I feel much more of who I am, despite not really being there quite at all. And then there is the world of bodies and stumbling phrases. The one where Avis nearly slips into the ocean at my every arrival. The one where I can never quite say what I think, never quite speak all that rushes around my mind, as it moves far too quickly; I grab at the thoughts fleeing, and get only a piece, another piece, and then another gets in the way when I try to find the rest of the one before. Even here. Even in my own tome I don't always write what I think, as though [a few spots] they are going to find it. I already saw the result of my mis-matched phrasing. I [spot] I think she understood that I was speaking the truth when I explained. It is really only doubt that keeps me from saying she did; I think my desperate.. word vomit amused her far more than it.. perhaps gleamed real understanding. Though I cannot be so bold ever as to assume what she may or may not understand. I hope, though, that she knew I did not mean what she thought. I take she does. She was kinder afterwards. I [blot] It was just horrifying that she might think that I did not appreciate, did not absolutely cherish, the deliberate truths that she writes. Not even necessarily truths in the common sense of the word, but truths of feeling, of how words fit when in that world, a place I'd thought for the longest time would be only a solitary escape. I couldn't even capture a phrase that would rightly explain how I feel for them, her letters. Knowledge does not hold the same meaning for her as it does for me. But anything less would be a disservice. More than poetry. More than stories. More than tales, or musings, or intimate written soliloquy. It was a conversation between the innerworkings of us both, through a medium of our [blot] I can’t even write the word I was going to, without trailing embers, thinking of what she’d likely say to me if she read it~ Hells, am I to have her quips hovering over my mind as I write to myself, now~? Whatever it is, it is.. so very close to us, something that would never otherwise be known or seen, and I cannot even find the winding phrases to place which would quite purvey the same feeling. [blot] There is so much I am not saying. It all continues to rush through my mind, all of it~ She adored the Eagle and Quill. I was so glad I could show her, that she would now have a place to go and be surrounded with the stories she lives for. Avis said she might’ve been looking for years, and now she has it there and it is so terribly exciting~ I am not sure those who run the shop may necessarily appreciate her sleeping in it, per-se, though. I [blot] I offered she could stay in my study, should that be an issue, and [a few more blots] Well, of course she had something to say about that! It wasn’t- [blot] I mean [a few more spots] Well, I am awake during her hours of sleeping, am I not? I do not see how it would be that strange, if she were to rest while I work in the other half of the room. I mean, if she truly wished to stay there, that would be the logical solution. I doubt they would accept her staying in anyone else’s room. [a few more spots] The next time [blot] How would I even bring that up? I feel I will merely have to storm up one day and [blot] just say it. [blot] Though whatever it is that had occupied her mind in... dissonance when I found her, I hope it is somewhat remedied. [a few blots] I am surprised, though, that she [a few more spots] would take my hand. Even just for a moment. She.. is certainly not like them. [There are some blots on the page, as though the book were hurriedly snapped shut before the ink fully dried.] RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 01-18-2015 [These notes seem to be written down with some notably degree of haste, despite staying relatively neat.] Gem Visions Mine
Sylas'
________ [blot] Nevermind, I [streak, blot; the entry abruptly ends here] RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 02-03-2015 Messes. We have one indeed. [ink blot] I've not the slightest still what to write, and half wonder [a few more spots] Merely setting myself loose is hardly necessarily the answer, as strange as that sounds to write, and yet [a few more blots] I continue to tap this page into undefined indefinincy~ Why can't what -[streak spot] I wonder if I may be able to ward this tome. To keep all that is within, and the letters, that much safer, I-[blot] I then realize I'd written nothing of previous endeavors. Things that most certainly need to be noted~ Hells, how these thoughts twist themselves into me, and I can think of little else~ I [blot] I had sent her Avis riddles. Many riddles which unwind to something of myself. Some Knowledge, I had told her before, is on the par of being so close, that known to another, may change the one who speaks it. It leaves them vulnerable. It is important. And in the answers, that could be found. But such is something that cannot simply be stated; in the form of a riddle, everything is much more [a few blots] hidden. Safe. Available for uncover. Because, I believe, there is a point, where [blot blot] where one is trusted enough to believe in their intellect. To say 'alright, I see a bit more of you now. I understand you enough to give you this hint, and if you can discern the hints I give, if you put the patience and care into unraveling these tangled words, to embarking on that journey, and devoting as much time as it takes you to find those answers, then you may have them. They will mean something to you, but you must have known that from the start to even begin.' It is a gift of Knowledge, but only for those who might endeavor to have it. That is where I am, and was. And I gave her my riddles. If she found their truths, she would know more of me than what I have ever told any outside. By her words, words that I have known no other to return in kind, I find I trust her in a way I trust no one else. Not.. not entirely. I don't know if [blot] I just don't know. But I will give her riddles, and see what she does with them. Because it is always then that they turn away. [a few more spots] All that aside, after I had done this, she gave me a story. She solved them, and knew some of the answers, returned to me what she lives for, a Story of hers, and I [blot] Well, this is tangential. I still can't [blot] I mean [spot spot] Hells~ I cannot even write my thoughts on that now, so I will leave that aside. I mean instead to note what happened. Though perhaps 'noting' it is the best way. She visited. It was.. unexpected. She slipped a scribbled note under my door~ Being, a note of scribbles and nothing more. I let her in, an we spoke. We spoke of paper. There is actually nothing wrong with it. We spoke of gems. They are changing. I'll need to write better notes for this later, explain to Lafiaht and Sylas, but they exchange memories. Avis and I saw something from each other. She [blot] she saw a time in which I had described in part by my riddles. Of crystals. Of being let out with Them. I saw a moment of her childhood. Of rushing to see a spectacle. We spoke of messes~ She gave me a clip to keep my hair away from my eyes, took the challenge of doing so. I still have it. I.. [blot] It is a nice gift. And it is actually rather useful, I will keep it with me. ... For its uses, of course. [ink blot] Well, no, also because she gave it to me. I can admit fondness for such things in my own tome, can't I? How she would comment on that though, hells~ We spoke of tomes. I showed her the Nymian tome we are to translate, and it was [spot] endearing to see her hold it, and treat it so. ... She sniffed it~ Yet treated it with the utmost respect. She's very excited to work on learning its secrets. I will need to [blot] sort out how to attain the resources I am considering. We spoke of travel. She may be leaving. She had, she claims, come to bid me farewell, but it seems I had changed her mind with news of the tome, that she might remain longer. I [a few blots] would never think to stop another who might wish to travel, to see more that they haven't seen, to do as they might choose. Though I.. I think I would miss her. I would. Even as sporadically as we meet as is~ Though, if she wished, she may still have been able to send letters [blot] And the missing would.. well, at the same time I would be very pleased for her, finding new stories as she wishes. There is no reason for her to stay if she has no reason to stay~ Yet. ... I am glad she wishes to remain just a bit more. [a few more spots] My thoughts are such a jumble, I can even see it in my words, how strange they are. Perhaps this isn't the way to sort these thoughts. [a few more blots] Perhaps I need a page where I may write freely. Such a strange thing. I bound this tome specifically for my travels, but I bound it back in the caverns. It almost.. it is like me. It longs to be free in all ways it can, yet somehow still feels tied, like it may be yanked and reeled in for demanding eyes beyond my own at any moment. Like somehow they would know. I keep noticing how difficult it is to write in here now. And I feel so badly for the tome itself; it was made for a purpose, yet is bound by something that prevents it from reaching its full potential. ... By another's discerning. Mine. I wonder what I can do to fix this. Wards, perhaps. As I was thinking earlier, or perhaps a lock, a warded lock. Multiple warded locks. Perhaps this tome will undergo a change. Perhaps then, if it changes like I feel I am, in this uncertain flux, perhaps we may be able to better connect with each other again. [blot] RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-11-2015 By the gods and the hells~ This I [spot] I cannot believe what has happened~ That.. That all that happened, I hath never felt such an elated sort of fire within, even after, as though it were kindled in her presence and fans with my thoughts. I would wish to detail everything but I don't think I can separate myself from this whirling mess I have caught myself in long enough to explain, to describe, to note down precisely just, and it's terrible~ But wonderful all the same. Instead, my head swims with recent memory and possibility, though is trapped in the feeling of 'now', how such a thing can encompass the past, present, and future is- [spot] I've no words~ Well, no, I've many words. All words that make only jumbles of sense when placed together, because that is what I am now. What a Mess we are~ I did warn you~ Oh, by the gods and the hells of all, what am I going to do with myself? I must do something with myself. [a few spots] Learning better wards for this tome would be one. Perhaps some modifications, I'll need more crystals [a few more spots] But to explain. I should take this down, even if [blot] Well, I want to! Nothing went as planned. Well, no that isn't so; getting to the beach went as planned. And seeing the sea! Hells, what an exquisite experience, letting the sea have my time. The waves were such a force, I thoroughly enjoyed it. I wonder if we could learn to swim, her and I~ You know, I never would have thought Avis didn't know how either, not until she told me, of course. She'd been in the ocean before, seems to enjoy it quite, yet she doesn't know either~ What an amusing irony. But she found me there, and after hearing of my to-be experiments, she led me on~ Deeper out into the waves, it was- it was rather indescribable. Such a vastness, like wading into a breathing thing that stretches on beyond sight and sound both. A suggestion to emerse myself was given, and it was- [blot] the sounds beneath! She was surprised I could hear the creatures of the sea moving about, or, so I thought I could. We spoke of Many Things, small things, (of course she knew the sounds, of course she couldn't hear the fishes, but that she might join me anyway~) and she sung a song for me. A small experiment. And I could hear them! I'll be thrice damned if I can wring them to mind now, my mind races so. But that she would sing~ Something changed her mind, and I was quite excited by it. She wished to see the tome though, and thus, we made a return and- [blot] That was when I- we-[spot spot] I was so pleased that I could trust her. I told her then, when she asked. Much. And- well, it was frightening, but also felt- I wanted to. I'd never given the words I'd wrote in the letters yet, but even then, even there, I wished to tell her that [blot] should I be an Uncertain thing, a strange being speaking a language unknown, to merely ask me, and I will try to give her my words more clearly. I would try to let her know me as I could. And without my telling, she asked. So of course, I wished to answer. [a few spots] She knows me more now. From what I came, though not where, exactly who, entirely why. She knows my name. I [blot] My thoughts dance in ever changing spirals~ She took my hand once. And I took hers. She lent me her eyes for which to view the sky that I can never see as the sun took it forth. And we left ourselves to rest among the sands~ Hells, there is so much to write, and yet I find my mind dancing so to allow none of it~ It was all ever as I never expected, and I am left, so pleased plans went awry that night~ Its own Gentle Chaos indeed~ RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-24-2015 Unspoken Knowledge
RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-24-2015 There are a couple letters tucked into this page. These letters tell me more of the sender than I'd known by our meetings.. But such may be oft the way of words on a page, to draw out Something beyond, or of a different sort, than can be seen by encounter alone. What an odd lalafell she was, though I gleamed she thought me just as odd, if not moreso. She was rather... well one could not ignore her voice when she spoke. 'Loud' is a bit too harsh, but of notable volume. She seemed particularly... bothered that I might learn by my own terms, the second time she found me. Though I do wish that I could have replied to these letters. As it stands, I know not where she resides or if she might receive them. [blot] May her travels be well and there be less falling from chocobos in her future~ RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-24-2015 It is nice, at times, to meet one that respects those more sensitive of hearing, speaking the normal of Below to those who hail from it. So much so that I imagine they might be one of our own. What an intriguing hooded traveler, and one of Aetherical potency with interest in mine, no doubt. I wonder if we may meet again. [blot] Though am I really so different from the others? I suppose when it comes to outside Knowledge, there are those more wary. To some ends I see why. And then there are those with entirely different goals in mind. [blot] I wonder how many times she had crossed us, where that winding story had wandered. 'Trifling wisdom', huh~? RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-24-2015 A note that Asheloux takes to barging into my study when he feels the need to contain himself from burning places down. At the least, he claims he won't due to the tomes and Knowledge, but [blot] He also has a great hate for Ishgard. Oddly, it seems that they offered their assistance to his research, despite their great distrust for outsiders... and Asheloux worries he may somehow be enslaved, or put under displeasing circumstances by the Holy See, as he has no particular 'proper documentation' of living in any state. [blot] Which reminds me, I may well need to update my own papers, in the case of such needing notion. But regardless. Apparently Asheloux has been working on something that involves dragons; perhaps that is why they've an interest? The one who came to plead the case of assistance seems to grate on Asheloux immensely, however; a choice quote of his I recall: "His face projects the very essence of stupidity making him impossible read." Though he did mention 'maintaining his status as an insider'... does that mean he is Ishgardian? I do admit, as much as he is dreadfully grumpy, the wildwood is at the least entertaining at times. Though I, too, admit, that it sounds a frustrating position to be in. And I've still amusement at his calling of me a 'glowing swamp monster'. Claiming, of course, that it is entirely my fault for making him want to vomit by my appearance, though that my visage is at least a little more tolerable to him now with the assistance of my scepter. He knew not how it was done, but found himself interested. I thus explained a bit. And.. he wishes to find for me something different. An experiment, of sorts. Mentioning he had a number of artifacts himself, and.. could steal more if wished~ I do admit, I'd be curious to see the effects on options I've not yet tried, so.. should this ever arise, I would be interested in the results. [a few spots] I really know naught of him at times~ RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-24-2015 How did I-[blot] [spot] Why did she[another blot] Hells. [streak] RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-28-2015 [The following notes seem hastily scrawled onto the page; the script still neat enough, but not as neat as always. Below, the entry seems much more clean. ] Asheloux's Body Issues
____ He wishes my help with this. Of course, he must note that I was the last one he wished to come to, and of course he goes about huffing near constantly, kicking up my carpet, complaining about my desk not being near enough the couch so he might put his feet on it as though my study were entirely built for his barging-in pleasure~ Though I [blot] I am inclined to help regardless. ... As rude as he is, I feel I was less than cordial with him until he mentioned as much. Perhaps I took his plight too light-heartedly. Though I doubted not there be a solution, I [spot] Would it make me just as bad to continue to be amused at his expense? I thought it would. I can imagine his situation being.. entirely jarring, unsettling, and perhaps his means to show such is.. merely to continue being so rude. At the very least, he is consistent. I suppose too, that it is honest. ...And I can't say he lacks intelligence, just any sort of tact in dealing with another. Though I am one to write such words! I can only imagine how difficult it must be at times for others to deal with myself. [spot] Anyroad, I've some ideas. I hadn't thought it something one could do, in truth, before I had seen Ellemeare after her ritual, but it would appear that there might be ritual means to change another's form. [blot] To be true, I've no idea what methods her family used for such a procedure, but they did so and were able to change her form, so I am sure a mere reversal of one that already occurred, especially back to one's regular body, would be plausible. If at all possible, I'd like it to be as much a reversal as it can be. It is the safest route, I believe, to use what one already knows to work in such a method, and apply it in a logical fashion to a desired, and equally logical, result. I'm sure there are other ways. But I am bound by my knowledge and what they have said, and so, I will use a number of similar materials for the circle. I'll need to dig through some of the Family Tomes of mine, make sure my circles are accurate, create the right formation, and gather any excess materials that will be needed. I'll.. need to head to Little Solace as well; I've no doubt there are some that would be interested, Furixia immediately comes to mind. [a few pen-tapped spots] May as well begin the drafts elsewhere. RE: The Books of Xavarian - Dasair - 03-28-2015 Ritual : Aetheric Reassembling Purpose: To revert Asheloux's body back to its previous state, alive and in entirety. Summary: Using Sylphan Glamours to create a 'base in Aether' of what his body once was like, a ritual will be completed which modifies Aether-flow in the circle such that in teleportation, Asheloux's material Aether will disassemble (as it does normally when teleporting) and reassemble differently from it's start. The reassembling transformation will take shape of the pre-established Glamour of his hoped-for / original body. Materials of Earth element help solidify Aether. Aetheryte materials help teleport, modify, disassemble, and reassemble Aether. The circle binds the procedure together appropriately for the desired outcome. It is relatively simple in practice, the material gathering and spelling being the most difficult part.
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