The Border Aethereal

Apology – of a sort

OK – I was negligent, or more precisely a tad lazy. I played a bit of World of Warcraft and got burned out then I neglected to get to bed on time. Actually a more accurate account is that I fell asleep in my big comfy office chair. So then when I woke up I didn’t feel I could concentrate well enough to pound out an addition to the ole’ blog. I have wanted to hop around between introducng characters to historical events to even the structure of various governments or civilizations. That said I am off work next week and intend to, among other things, write a few posts and get me some book typin’ done. See you laterz.

Moving Day

Welcome to WordPress.

I find that I have the capacity on my home page to host my own blog. Isn’t that loverly? I think that it is and since this is my site that makes it so.

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The main reason that I moved is that while I was at work I noticed that many of the connections to the various elements of my former blog were being blocked by the convoluted security system that we use to protect folks – Don’t get me wrong I think that is absolutely wonderful that we have all of that protection, but it did make me wonder why is it blocking stuff from little ole me? The reason, someone else on that host had, at some time in the past, posted offensive or un acceptible information and since we were a reputable business that actually cares about the good will of our clientelle we block every widget or whatever from that source site. That is one of those things that makes ya go hmmmm. Better to be on my own where I am certain that no one else is invoved in any “Tom Foolery” than to be condemned by the company I keep.

Maenataen Chrysalis

Todays little brief will touch upon a little effect known as the Maenataen Chrysalis. The Chrysalis, as it has been commonly referred to, is an energy shell which encompasses the binary cluster of the planet Maenatae and planet Phae’Dor and its moon Pronandrae. There exists at the center of the shell, in an area approximately 12 miles in diameter an effect that is referred to as the Rho. The Rho is nestled within a sphere some 6207 miles in diameter, this place is designated as the Alpha Origin. The volume of the Rho is a pronounced effect which hovers about within the Alpha Origin in a seemingly chaotic fashion as the rotation of the two focal masses move about it. During planetary orbital motion this effect, which resembles a microscopic super-sting, changes its position and in so doing causes the overall shell to change its position relative to the focal points of either mass.

Makes my head hurt just thinkin about it. In fact it was such a concept that I was compelled to contact Prof Kip Thorne of Cal Tech in order to get a reading on how reasonable my speculation of any science that I was making up might be. Now Prof. Thorne is no slouch and since he is a leader in his field he didnt have time to talk to a wannabe like me, but kindly he did let one of his assistants hook me up with one of his books about black holes and time warps. That was just the thing and with that work I was able to plot out much of the physics of the chrysalis. So thank you Prof Thorne you were allot kinder to me than you may even know. And thank you for the body of work you have given us in your lifetime.

So here it is – Within the chrysalis there are varied effects playing upon one another and these affects generate a naturally occuring version of an effect that the Khrn (Dwarves) used to travel through space, This effect which they posses sends one into a border region to our physical space, which is referred to as real space, in order to eliminate the effects of time upon any given distance. Now in my latest work I will disect this effect and all of the by products which come together to create the Aegriss Wells which serve as energy pools that the Mae (Aelves) use to channel magick into the myriad of uses which they posess. Since it is like 2:49 am and I am probably making little to no sense I will wait to place excerpts from that volume out here for you to look over.

Amustos Flennore – A mind can indeed be a terrible thing

Today I have an excerpt from one of the Fragments of the Demon’s Wrest Chronicles. It deals With the Prince Regent and his use of “Am Flen” as it is referred to. After the excerpt we can take a brief look at this deadly discipline.

Amustos Flennore, better known as a heightening of the senses through a feeding of personal fears. Acknowledged by all those of learning as a valid and powerful mental method of increasing the inner strengths of a person.
“Am-Flen” as the Knights of the Regent referred to it was a one of a kind and rare find. It existed on a level of its own. In many ways this ancient art was one of the few disciplines developed solely by the humans, perfected by them and controllable only by human-kind. Other demi-humans had pursued the ritualistic life-style of Am-Flen only to discover it did nothing to benefit them and perhaps went so far as to make them a bit crazy.
Some sages schooled in the arts of sociology and physiology theorized that the free willed and sporadic lifestyle of demi-humans was not capable of living within the requirements of such a controlled and rigorous discipline. Perhaps, but then why could the dwarves, truly the most ridged of all creatures not reap the benefits of Am-Flen? The experiment by the dwarven colonies never yielded the powerful results the humans now enjoyed but, they did free the dwarves of the psychosis that befell humans unable to control the effects of Am-Flen. For instance, no dwarf ever became completely deranged and murdered his entire clan before taking his own life. No dwarf ever withdrew to live out his life in a shell, as if his soul were banished to another plane while the body lingered behind to wither and die.
The dangers of Am-Flen are indeed high. It is forbidden to attempt to practice the ancient art without the proper guidance from an Am-Flen master. The penalty of death was almost welcomed by those poor souls that attempted to wield the powers of the inner man and failed. As a consummate master of the art of Amustos Flennore Vincenso balanced his life. Balanced it with his surroundings against a private struggle between his own fears and their possible outcomes. A victory against unseen foes on a daily basis built his powers of perception and tactics to the highest levels. His reflexes were not only faster but they were subtler than many of the best halfling thieves. His mastery of the “one eyed nap” had become renowned and the ability to “dream speak”, a talent he developed himself befuddled even the most accomplished of Am-Flen users.

Am-Flen is not simple at all to describe in its trues form for it is a place within the mind of its host. Those who have the capacity to make it work actually create an alternate reality within the confines of their own mind. While ther they live out, in the case of the greatest of masters, countles lifetimes battling an unending horde of foes each more deadly than the last. From within this mental fortress the practitioner is able to improve skills and go to places that they would certainly never be allowed to within the span of a normal human life. Indeed it is unlikely that any Am Flen master has fewer than 10,000 virtual years of perfecting their craft in what to anyone would seem a twisted and deadly altered reality. It is for this reason among many others that those who are true masters of this discipline have no one which can better them in their chosen combat.

Although this discipline allows its practitioner to improve their skills in combat of a chosen form to that of one who is many thousands of years old that is not its most impressive effect. There are a handful of those which are masters of this form that have the ability to move through space without the affects of time; that is they can perform a great number of acts within the period of one second. It is said that the more time that is spent in this state the greater the risk to the mind which undertakes the action. But to experience this effect in action is quite unnerving to any who witness it as there are odd moments of many voices whispering and some speaking in what sounds like reverse. Other eerie effects manifest themselves about the effect which simply put tends to scare hell out of all but the most stalwart and experienced of magickal combatants.

The Sisters of Malice

It is best if I divulge the few secrets which I dare to you of the Sisters of Malice as so very few are willing to speak openly of them

Moirah with Quibretktho

 due to the mystery which proceeds them. I am certain that otherwise their tale shall remain enshrouded in the fog which currently enables them with even greater powers over their foes. You see mystery is a thing which evokes autonomous feelings that cannot be controlled by the will of their target and in so doing empowers the subject of said mystery with power over the targets emotions. Quite simply put if you have no idea what is killing the farmers in the dale and all you know is an unearthly howling always accompanies the nightly deaths of the hapless victims then you will be afraid of every dog, wolf or coyote that you encounter. In this sence these creatures would gain power over you in that moment of fright verses flight. This is the power that the Sisters use to maintin this mystery by killing any who discover too much of the truth surrounding their existance

Now the Sisters of Malice were formed a very long time ago when mankind first arrived upon Maenatae from their ancestral home the earth. The purpose which He who Saved would have for altering these women was to maintain the great library of genetic references to all of the creations which mankind had amassed in his work with genetic manipulation, construction and extrapolation. Since there had been no time to gather together the comstructs and creatures used to store and maintain the histories of these vital works it was determined that the next best thing would be to distribute this information to the altered minds of a few hundred persons. Since the minds of men were incapable of being altered to the necessary capabilities and structure it was the women who were selected to be the vessels of knowledge for our brighter future. Sadly the minds were not the only thing which AZJ altered and their longevity was increased greatly at the cost of their ability to procreate. They were made sterile. At first this sterilization did not cause any great concern as the task that they embraced was a necessary end and the selflessness of all candidates had been determined aforehand. However in time some of these women saw themselves as greater than those which they served and began to work alter their own genetic makeup that they might ensure a future for themselves rather than mankind which they had sworn to serve. Those that ultimately changed themselves and later broke awy from their purpose became the Dark Witches while those who yet maintain the library of man’s knowledge are called the Coven of Light

I suppose that I will need to further expand upon these two bitter enemies and the specific powers which they posess, but this is not the time nor is it the place. I have collected the tales of their unspeakable attrocities and littered the Demon’s Wrest Chronicles with mention of many of the horrid acts which the Sisters of Malice both planned and carried out. Go there, if you have the stomach for such things and drink your fill at a well befouled by hatred and envy and the worst kind of twisted desire. I will leave you with this one very powerful bit of knowledge, however, and you dare never mention or even whisper to yourself. For she can hear her name wherever it is spoken and she is very protective of her identity and the power of her mystery. The name of their current leader, if leader is a true description of the one which is the most cruel of them all. Beauty beyond compare, eyes deeper than a well and a soul which would make Asmodeous himself turn away. She who poisons the water of mankind and the spirit of women of quality.

Moirah

I am Stephen Adrano, this is Death

Raemann has asked me to place something in his journal in order that you and I might become better acquainted. Of course I immediatly embraced this opportunity as it gives me a chance to do something that I so rarely have the opportunity to do any more. Preach to the uninformed.

I hope that you do not mind, but I am going to have a smoke. Now I am what some refer to as a Harbinger and yet to others I am a brother of pestilence or even, one of my favorites, Advocate of Doom. I simply love that one. Doom, yes I find that quite pleasing.

Enough of that, I am certain that you are more interested in facts than in fear and I am quite accustomed to seeing the marks of fear etched into the lines of faces of all ages and origins. I am, quite simply put, a Principle of the seventh Son of Mindanto. He who ends life. Now to the Khrn he is known as K’Goorn Baern, to the Aelvin Mae he is a she and her name is whispered Daerf, but to those of humanity we all know and fear the skeletal grip of Ahlmastro as Death. In my position I have learned to harness the energies of that plane through closer contact than any of you should care to endure with Ahlmastro himself. Icy cold does not begin to describe the aura about him. To consider his touch is beyond even my considerable powers and I have proceeded through eighteen variants of his tests of servitude. The energies which proceed out of him and through my person are a gift which I labor to distribute among those to which he has seen fit to afford me audience. Persons of great power, of great cunning, of lesser status or position, yes even persons not unlike you, my child. I visit upon all that chilling touch for you must understand that as powerful as He is and as singular His touch He prefers to not distribute this gift Himself to those outside of His cloister. Instead Ahlmastro has given unto us, His retinue, the joy of sending the good, the evil and the rest to whomever it is that has been granted custodial care of their immortal soul. I do not care if you are a good or a bad man, begging me for more time will avail you not. For in life it is the individual which sets the final destination of the spirit through the varied day to day actions which they inevitably take for granted. The acts which defined you yesterday will pay your way to the destination for which you have entrusted your own being. I would never condemn you dear, dear friend, but I most certainly will send you to your recompense. It is what I do, and trust me when I tell you that I enjoy my work.

The Draekondrossi – Lady Dragon

Quibrettktho.
Dark Draek. Hunter. Deviant. Maegistar. Lover

Among those who have knowledge of the wells of power and the flush of maegik it is known that the greater of the draekondrossi have the power to alter their shape and their mass to take on the form of many other creatures. It is common for them to dwell amongst humanity when it suits them desiring to improve their station or resolve a matter which is unattainable through any device which they themselves posses. It is also known that the darker the scale of the creature the darker the soul which is housed therein. Only the most wicked and self involved of these creatures turn completely black and those which take this form are almost never seen and then reported upon to others. Having no affiliations to others and grudgingly to their own councilors and states persons they toil continually upon the increasing of their powers driven by an intense paranoia and a soul steered entirely by wicked thoughts. Delighting in all that is evil and foul they revel in the ruination and destruction of anything that displays promise or anyone who extols hope. To suggest that an aura of fear surrounds these creatures is to suggest that a cave bear is large. Such a point is not simply obvious it is grossly understated.

Now Quibrettktho was one of the darkest of scaled Draeks in the lands of Coventry and she had a desire that swept far beyond obsessive. there was nothing which she forbade herself to indulge in. She laughed as she ate those who mistakenly insulted her in her human guise and she played the role of the murderer killing the citizenry young and old in the realms of Coventry’s enemies. She was given safe harbor from attack when her victims began to draw in upon her in force and the means to refresh and indulge herself in other desires until the time was right for her to return to the fields of enemy victims in foreign lands. Engaging herself with hapless young males unaware of her true form and then ripping them apart during the very acts of love. Impassioned, insatiable, horrific.

My latest Work in Progress -

Here I evaluate mankind. Here I read of the historical rants of one Benito Castinelli, a Servant of Mindanto, Recorder of the last days of common man (he likes to think highly of his station). Be advised that in this work,

The Border Aether

First things first.
I created this connection from my contemplative retreat affectionately referred to as “the man cave”. In order to share my thoughts on a few things relating to the collected works which i have labored since the fall of 1978. I discovered Advanced Dungeons & Dragons and enjoyed playing the game with my equally inquisitive friends. I miss those days, but then who does not miss their youth having a need for innocense and discovery to once again share the fore of our experiences.

I digress…

I soon began to fashion my own stories and tales and it became necessary to map out a world in which to spin these wild fabrications. It was within the realms of Sardist, a continent approximating the size of Austrailia, upon a world known as Maenatae that I began to embroil those friends who came weekly to my residence to play D&D in the Chronicles of the Demon’s Wrest. Incidentally, for the uninitiated the Demon’s Wrest is the ancestral home of one Prince Regent Vincenso Marcuso Scarlotti and the story of mankind is unfolding about him and his ill fated family. The clock has spun around to what would be 24,000 years into our future (give or take …) and many things have changed, but through it all man has stayed the same.

That is about to change.