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==[https://www.reddit.com/r/Spellbreak/comments/h0hoz0/false_axioms_closed_beta_22_prologue/<span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville, sans-serif; color: var(--theme-page-text-color)">False Axioms: Closed Beta 2.2 Prologue</span>]== <div style="max-width:75ch;"> <span style="font-size: 120%">'''Excerpts from the Journal of Garrick, Enlightened Vowkeeper'''</span> ====<span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville, sans-serif; font-weight:bold;">Book 4 - Page 191</span>==== It was dark. The Shadehand was there, beckoning me to sit. The walls shook around him. Books, candles and knicknacks were all falling to the floor. Somehow the Shadehand was steady, never flinching even with the loud crashes outside that were either explosions or thunder. It reminded me of the night of the Fracture and the terrible aftershocks that happened in the ensuing days. The Shadehand’s piercing eyes under the hood were unyielding. Somehow I managed to find a chair and sit. On the table in front of me was a parchment. The Shadehand simply pointed knowingly at it. There was only a single sentence that read, “What is true in one hand is a lie in the other”. As I read the words aloud I heard my heartbeat in my ears. The world around me trembled. I could only focus on those words, repeating them in my head. What is true in one hand is a lie in the other. That is when I awoke, just before sunrise and drenched in sweat. This is the third time I have had such a dream in the days since my meeting with the Shadehand. I never believed the childhood stories that the Collective could control dreams, but now I am not so sure. After a bath I decided to go for a walk. Later in the day I was planning to meet with the Vowguard and tour the areas of the city where known Breaker encampments once were. The mark on the ribbonwood tree was still there. I have not decided yet what to do with this message from Avira. I tried not let it bother me as I felt the warmth of the sun on my face. It is still a marvel that Longwatch was essentially untouched by the Fracture. Besides the sundering of the Stormeave Plateau from the mainland, the keep and surrounding area is relatively untouched. There were a few collapsed buildings due to the earthquakes, but Longwatch is very well kept compared to the rest of the Hollow Lands. I marveled at the artistry of a nearby building on the way to meet the Guard. I was to start my tour in the northern end of the market district. As I approached, I saw another small group milling around with the Guard. They wore the outfits common for the Banehelm Academy. I was surprised to see that the Hand of Knowledge was amongst this group. Lyna Springflare is the youngest of all the Hands currently serving.. Though I’ve had limited interactions with her, it is clear to me that she is both brilliant and curious. That curiosity must have led her to wanting to see the Breaker encampments with her own eyes. We traveled across Longwatch to several small areas where Breakers had set up shelters. There was not much difference between these shantytowns and the regions across the Stormeave plateau being used to house refugees. All along the Captain of the Guard swelled with pride, pointing out the many areas his men outsmarted the Breakers. The final place we visited was the courtyard where I met Avira. It was slightly larger than some of the other camps, but not the largest. What struck me in all of this was the relative lack of evidence of a struggle. It looked like there was very little, if any, fighting. I suppose the Breakers decided it was best to go quietly? That did not seem right to me. The entire tour, I had been watching Lyna. She said very little but was making frequent notes on a slim piece of parchment. As we entered the last encampment the Captain informed us that a dozen Breakers were captured in this area. That was far too few, as I had seen more than fifty people in this area before. Just as I was about to ask, Lyna beat me to it. She commented that this camp has at least sixty eight beds, so a dozen Breakers was nowhere near the entire group. They either knew ahead of time that the raid was coming or they were able to escape. That is when she suggested they must have a secret entry point. The Captain rapidly swung from a look of smug self-satisfaction to one of agitation. He was clearly annoyed that Lyna was intimating that his troops may have allowed some Breakers to escape. He quickly called for his men to fan out and search the area and we were instructed to wait. Lyna nodded her head just slightly to her group. They subtly spread out enough to keep in view of the Guard. I watched as one of the Banehelm acolytes pulled something from their pocket and opened it. It looked about the size of a large pocket watch, but it was clearly not being used to tell time. I had seen one such device before; a dowsing jack, used to detect fluctuations in the Spellstorm. Why they had one here I did not know. Lyna noticed me and her expression changed from clever focus to hauntingly serious. I moved over to Lyna and whispered that I would not report the dowsing jack. While it was technically illegal under the Vow Mandate, I was certainly more interested in why they were using it than in reporting them. She told me that she thought there was a Storm Hatch in this area. I was puzzled for many long moments. The Stormeave plateau has long been protected from the Spellstorms due to a specific topological quirk known as The Awning. This series of high shelf ridges shelters the plateau. Or so I thought. Lyna did not say anything and simply looked at me with some frustration as I made a confused face back at her. She informed me that a Storm Hatch is a portal. A way to connect two areas via conjured spellcurrents. That is how Lyna thinks the Breakers escaped. She told me that two years ago they discovered three of these portals in and around Banehelm Keep. They were studying one of them but couldn’t figure out how to activate it . A dowsing jack can be used to detect if a Storm Hatch was recently activated, so that is what they were searching for. Before I could ask for more information or if her acolytes had found anything, I was interrupted by loud barking of orders. The Captain returned a few moments later with the same smug look as before. He announced they found the secret passage and he had dispatched several Guard units to cover the area. Given the current unsafe state of the surrounding district, the Captain wanted to escort us away quickly. He did not bother to thank Lyna for the suggestion, but that really did not surprise me. <br><br> <span style="font-size: 120%">'''Excerpts from the Journal of Garrick, Enlightened Vowkeeper'''</span> ====<span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville, sans-serif; font-weight:bold;">Book 2 - Page 132</span>==== On the way home from class today, I decided to take the long way through the gardens in Halcyon Village. The neighborhood is full of exquisite mansions. I knew that Garth Fullpeak, the Hand of People, lived in one of them. There were rumors that he would occasionally meet people in the public square and speak with them. That is what the Hand of People is known for. As I walked by, I found Garth speaking in the square to a large crowd of people. Recently there had been an accident during a logging operation in Shadowgrace. The rumors had spread all through Halcyon. Other acolytes in my class were discussing it. Each time I heard the story it became more grizzly. Garth was there speaking to the group wearing a logging outfit. He was extolling the virtues of progress and that the work the loggers were doing was leading us to better times. I stayed for awhile and listened. I couldn’t help but nod along to everything he was saying. It all seemed so correct. So easy to follow and understand. Looking around, the entire crowd was entranced. I left impressed with the sincerity that Garth showed to the people. I never considered ever working for the alliance, but now I could see the appeal. The response and the power that came with the title seemed very alluring. It seems like a good way to genuinely help people. <br><br> <span style="font-size: 120%">'''Excerpts from the Journal of Garrick, Enlightened Vowkeeper'''</span> ====<span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville, sans-serif; font-weight:bold;">Book 4 - Page 205</span>==== More than any other member of the Five Hand Alliance, the Hand of the People is supposed to be the speaker of the masses. As a young man, I failed to see the level of performance and the disingenuous nature of many of the public gestures. The Hand of People is the only leader elected through a vote. The land owners of Halcyon come together every five years to decide on a new Hand. A new vote was to be cast this autumn. I was surprised to be summoned by Sera Crestwood. Following the Fracture, Sera was given emergency powers as the Hand of People. The previous Hand, Jarod Pineward, did not make it out of the Hollow Lands. By law, the remaining council members choose a new Hand of People to serve as steward until such a time that an election could be held. It will be quite some time until that point. The ribbonwood tree had a fresh mark. I knew Avira wanted to meet. Enough time had passed that I was willing to meet and hear what she had to say. I left a note inside the tree and kept walking to meet Sera. Most of the Halcyon refugees had set up on the western side of Longwatch. I loathed to go to this area because it was a reminder of home. I constantly worried I would meet someone from Westmar that I had known long ago. I walked through the camp without incident and made it to Sera’s tent. The tent was empty except for Sera. That seemed odd to me because I expected the Hand of People to always be surrounded by an entourage. Sera was direct, shockingly so. She wanted to know how I felt about the current status of the Five Hand Alliance. I responded truthfully that I felt that the talks went well and that we were continuing to progress as a society. Our next step should be controlling the Spellstorms and working to rebuild the Stormeave Plateau and Longwatch. I told her it would be a long road, but at least we were safe for now. She looked surprised at my answers. After some hesitation she asked me my thoughts on purging the Vowbreakers. I was a bit caught off guard by the question. Sera was there the night of the murder. She saw the same ruthless act that I did. I told her the Breakers should be pushed out and that the Vowkeepers will do everything we can to save those who were tainted by magic. It is our duty to both those individuals and to the greater good. Sera did not look satisfied, but she let me take my leave. <br><br> <span style="font-size: 120%">'''Excerpts from the Journal of Garrick, Enlightened Vowkeeper'''</span> ====<span style="font-family: Libre Baskerville, sans-serif; font-weight:bold;">Book 4 - Page 212</span>==== Last night I had another dream with the Shadehand. The specifics were different but the message remained the same. “What is true in one hand is a lie in the other.” Those words continued to reverberate around my head as I made my way to meet Avira. It was a cloudy morning. Foreboding. It fit my mood and the task I had set forth for the day. I was reminded of the murder I had witnessed many weeks ago. The cold washed over me once again as I pictured the shard of ice and the face being slowly covered in frost. I shook off the vision before entering a side alley. The unmarked door I was looking for sat at the end. I waited a few heartbeats before entering to ensure I was not followed and that I could hear no commotion from inside. Avira was just inside the door waiting for me. The area was a cellar of sorts; I think it belonged to a nearby pub. There was a long table and half of it was covered in a series of crates. The only light came from two oil lamps beside Avira, which meant the hall and much of the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness. Avira pushed the chair across from her out with a quick kick and asked me to sit. She reached into her satchel and produced a book and a soft satin pouch. The book was in rough shape, the cover torn beyond recognition. Avira stared at me intently as I flipped through the pages. It was a series of notes from Lyna Springflare. There were drawings, schematics, and observations. These must have been written years ago when she was still an apprentice at the Academy. I continued to read on and when I turned the next page my breath caught in my throat. This was the project written about in the letter to Ferec. These notes were about reconstituting a Vital Stone. Not just any Vital Stone; the mythical Vital Stone of Gyle. I never thought this stone was real. No one did. The story is ancient, one of ritual and lore back to the creation of the world. It is part of the Vowkeeper faith, but I never took it literally. Until now. Avira sensed the recognition on my face and seemed somewhat satisfied in my horror. She reached out to the pouch and opened it, dropping the contents onto the table in front of us. A single splinter of a finely etched and cut brilstone sat on the table. The world around me started to pulse in the same way as my dreams. I could not look away from the splinter. After a moment Avira scooped up the shard and put it back into the pouch. She looked at me with concern and asked if now I believed her. I answered the only way I could. “I don’t know.” </div>
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