The parchment… from the Gathering of the Thirttene Friends…WIP

The Spellweaver-Wandmaker studied the odd parchment and the seal on the vellum. The seal on the rolled parchment was made of a blue gooey substance that was quite hard. Lettering was etched or burned into the blue material. The increasingly familiar runes appeared above and below the four characters.
On either side of the four characters the runes were reversed.

Ǿ ∞ Ǿ
∞ Ǿ∞ XIII ∞Ǿ∞
Ǿ ∞ Ǿ

Yannuvia peered at the runes for a time. He touched Knock Wand to the seal and muttered “Cow vine cool ledge.” The seal crumbled. A hologram of the runes remained where the seal had been. The ghostly runes rose into the air and flickered an odd reddish color above the Spellweaver-Wandmaker. Yannuvia unrolled and touched the parchment with the red and blue tipped wand and said, “Hairy True Man.”
Piara, Clouse, Inyra, and Kirrie wore the amulets with Sibling Stones, four small purplish artifacts that mimicked the effects of Omega Stones. Yannuvia, four-armed Carcharian Bluuch, Mender Fisher, Duoth leader Mose14, and Ranger Jonna carried Omega Stones. The presence of the four siblings activated Read Magick and all effects of the Omega Stones.
Yannuvia then began, “The scroll is titled ‘the Gathering of the Thirttene Friends.’ It speaks of the Tree Shepherd of Green Vale and one referred to as the Nameless Enchanter of Thynna.”
“Spellweaver…I mean, Wandmaker, have you heard of such a person? We were taught the Thirttene Friends have always stood on the hillock in Green Vale. I’ve seen no changes in them in my thousand years,” the elder Dienas asked.
“Elder, I have not heard the name. As to the Thirttene Friends, I suppose that they had to have a beginning. Else the Tree Shepherd has provided us a bit of fiction,” Yannuvia replied.

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from Elfdreams 6… WIP…

Rhiann Klarje suffered through a particularly difficult argument with his parents and the elders of Thynna. The young sorcerer retreated to his room and brooded for several days. The Siren Maranna silently flew over the walls of Thynna and stealthily entered his bedchamber.
Maranna queried, “What have you been doing? I… uh, we’ve missed you.”
The siren folded her wings behind her and stood by Rhiann’s open window.
Rhiann Klarje said, “You are beautiful in the starlight. I am weary but can’t find sleep.”
Maranna answered, “I can help you. Close your eyes.”
Rhiann said, “If you sing, I shan’t be able to resist you.””
Maranna cooed, “Would that be so bad?”
Rhiann answered, “I value our friendship more than a night of passion!”
Maranna replied, “I won’t seduce you. Your mind is troubled. You need rest. Reason has left the leaders of Thynna. We need you. Close your eyes.”
NET sighed and lay back onto his comfortable cot and stared at the beautiful winged siren. Maranna sang. Rhiann wanted to hold her more than take his next breath. Her soothing voice instead lured him to sleep.
Maranna sighed and said, “Perhaps one day, my love, I’ll share your bed.”
The siren left the sleeping sorcerer.
Rhiann dreamed of complex incantations. Then he dreamed of the depth of the siren’s eyes. Shapeless grayness entered his dreams.

Wisps…
Threads…
Threads of Magick…
Threads of fate…
Threads of time…
Threads connecting worlds …
Dreams connecting worlds …
Dreams of Magick…
The Magick of Dreams…
Magick connecting dreams…
Magick connecting worlds…
Grayness…

Grayness oft preceded the appearance of new spell incantations. For the first time the formless grayness spoke. Words formed in the young sorcerer’s mind. “Seek the source of Magick. Go to the point of impact in the Lonely Cliffs.”
Rhiann said, “How will I find it?”
The voice answered, “Head southeast from Wombat Mountain. Approach the tallest butte. Follow the red sand. Greatness awaits you.”
Rhiann managed, “Who are you?”
The voice answered, “I am the grayness of Andreas. You may call me Xenn.”
Grayness faded.

Firewater… from the Dawn of Magick

“Never mind!” Boton declared and lifted the mug to his lips. He quaffed the thick liquid in a single guzzle. The smoky liquid chilled him as it slid down his throat. When he opened his mouth to speak, little puffs of smoke escaped from Boton’s mouth. The taste was hard to describe and embroiled his taste buds in a mini-battle to determine whether or not the sensation was satisfying. Finally, he said, “On a scale of one to one hundred, where one hundred is the best tasting vintage I’ve tasted, that rates a minus ten!”
“Firewater is not brewed for taste, sorcerer. You’ll wonder at the benefits you have received when you reenter the desert. Would you like a room for the evening? This is, if I say so myself, the most comfortable inn in Low Gap,” FDA bragged.
“It’s the only inn in Low Gap,” the sorcerer answered derisively.
“Be fair now. Our beds have mattresses made of deerfoam, pillows stuffed with Phoenix down, and coverlets stuffed with dream spider webbings. My forefather FBI constructed this inn from timbers gathered in the ruins of Thynna by his son CIA. My father ATF ran the tavern before me. What’s in a name, Sorcerer? Mine serves me well. I prefer some animals to people I know. For example, the wood of the tables comes from the trees of Andalusia, but the lords of the Laurels won’t let us cut them now. If you ask me, the world would be better off with leaders from Koorlost,” FDA rambled.
“Flattery will get you everywhere. I can’t agree with you more. This is the only inn in Low Gap! Nonetheless, I’ll take you up on that room. I’ve not lain on deerfoam since I was a child. I guess you don’t have a Tuscon down pillow. Will you assure that I’m not disturbed?” Boton asked.