The necessity of my presence is somewhat vague, as his letter at times was incoherent. How did she end up on the floor? How could so much blood come without a sound? How was that knife in my hand and why was Keisinger suddenly nowhere to be found? But Jeremiah saved my life and I cannot deny any request he would make. Could I have been responsible for her death? Being legally exiled from my homeland was painful, but nothing in comparison to my memories. I have not set foot on Irish soil since poor Gwendolyn's death, and I did not think anything could make me return. Jeremiah has fallen ill and requires my assistance at his estate in Ireland. My joy at reading his name was quickly replaced by sorrow, then by fear. His letter came whilst I was away, sitting unopened for nearly six months. It has been years since I have heard from him. My old friend and commanding officer in the Great War, Jeremiah Covenant, has sent word. Most often, the unpleasant name of Otto Keisinger is the vehicle of remembrance, but not today. I have not seen the beast for a while, of course, I have not needed the stone.Įach time my past fades from memory, fate has a terrible habit of reawakening me. My only explanation for its appearance is that I was using the stone's power for too long. On occasion, a beast from beyond this world has attacked me. However, the power of the stone has its dark side. It seems to throw out a shockwave of considerable force, and ever since I acquired the stone I have noticed strange sightings and visual anomalies. I have carried this artifact ever since the day Jeremiah gave it to me following the battle with the Trsanti. Durable, yet lightweight, my military piece has seen many a country and spilled much blood over the years. I know I have the ability to scrye, because of the subtle words I hear calling within me at times, begging me to look deeper into the past, deeper at what actually isn't even in front of me.īut I am truly wondering if this is the gift I dreamed of or a sick curse placed on me by an outside force. Most of the people who possessed this power, he said, over the course of their lives eventually fell into disability, mind-tired from the barrage of images and sounds that could be heard from both the past and the present, the real and unreal. He called it scrying, to be able to read portions of the past. One of only a handful of individuals that he had ever met that had this ability. While traveling to the Orient after the war, I met up with a local seer who told me that I was one of the chosen few.
Jermia cannon iremind myself full#
Learned men have stated that they believe that man has yet to unlock the full potential of the mind. I must be careful in its use, as it has no offensive power and it seems to drain my energies for short durations. It also casts an ethereal light on enemies and darker areas, giving me the ability to see my foes, as well as find my way. A spell that allows me to see and bear past events from the geographic location in which I happen to be standing.
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