The Last True Mage
A prose serial by J.D. Forrest
The Last
True Mage
The jailer is dead. The prison is still locked. The laws still work. That is the problem.
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Open the CodexInstruments and RelicsLiving SigilsAccord sigils the mantle burned into Verone: warning, restraint, weapon channel, painful legal interface. They are the leash.Powers and EntitiesEgregoresA belief organism: a thoughtform a crowd feeds until it argues back. The Mantle, a corporate icon given meat, and a town's hidden underside are all one kind.PlacesEllis RoadA road on no map, off a green exit sign at mile marker 237. GZS Radio on a dial set to off. Every other road runs to it.The WorldMagick Is AccessMagick is access to layers of reality you can't normally perceive, not power. Every spell feeds something. No free spells.Powers and EntitiesServitorsA purpose-built thoughtform with one job, made in seven steps. Forget its kill-switch and it becomes a parasite that drains its maker.Persons of InterestNathaniel VeroneThe Last True Mage. Occult drifter, enforcer, Keeper of the Accords. Allegedly the last of his line. One eye is blue, one is white. Not impressed.
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Nathaniel Verone
The Last True Mage. Occult drifter, enforcer, Keeper of the Accords. Allegedly the last of his line. One eye is blue, one is white. Not impressed.
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