Zrakweh the Weaver of the Elements

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Chapter 9

Invoker. Archmage. Weaver of Elements. Zrakweh had finally accomplished the
pinnacle of his guild teachings. He was recognized about Thera now, famous for
his magic and known to his enemies as a feared force of nature. He had risen
above and beyond what was normal for his people, what was expected of his
people. He had shed his savage ways and had become an intellectual, a
professor of dark magic. He often looked down on his kin, feeling that most of
them had been passed over of the talents he now boldly possessed. They had
their place in the cycle, their path, and he had his. The cycle would continue
with or without them, he well knew. Sometimes he wished he could educate them
himself, but his eyes were on the horizon now, at a different fate. The Scions
of Eternal Night had come to respect him, he had firmly secured his home in
the Chasm. He brought power, power and the promise of something more to come.
The Promise of darker days. Zrakweh continued to seek power and knowledge
though, never content with what he had learned, there was always something
greater to seek still. There was Lady Rarywey, who he continued to seek and
praise. He returned to the drowned tree often to wash himself of the worries
of tomorrow, so he could focus on the present. The Goddess of Weh had not
shown herself yet to him, but that only made him strive to be better, to be
wiser, to become something she would be interested in. He was a diamond in the
rough, the rare abomination of dark magic in the cycle that continued to serve
it and learn more about its ways each day. He was not fool enough to think he
had Weh figured out. He did not even have Sra figured out yet. Sra was
continuing always, and he focused on living it, while Weh loomed on some
distant horizon, waiting to take him away some day at a time he could not
foreshadow. He lived on, constantly seeking reminders that his fate had led
him down this path for a reason, and he would only become greater and wiser as
time continued to roll on, taking him further on his journey of enlightenment.

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Chapter 8

His focus while he walked with Sra in him was still on his elemental magic,
and knowledge. He desired to become an archmage, and one day an Advisor in the
Chasm. As advisor, he hoped to guide the Chancellor, and many Chancellors to
come in his long path of his cycle. He sought to center the Scoins focus and
keep them strong and focused on controlling and unlocking new and dark magics.

He was not overly favorable to Necromancers or Anti-paladins, but he knew it
was not his place to walk anothers path for them. Though they often disrupted
the cycle, they had their place in it, however disturbing to him it was. Weh
would come for them, and he would act with caution around them, even the
Chancellor. He felt both of the guilds and their members should be watched
carefully, and should any one of them become a true danger to the cycle, they
must be hindered or brought to Weh. With his hopes to rise as an Advisor, he
would be able to help carefully watch their own progress as they walked their
paths in their place in the grand cycle.

He felt destined to accomplish wonders in his time, but also knew he would
always be a student in many ways as he approached mastery in his guild. He
never wishes to lose the hunger for knowledge, or fall content with himself.
He would always be reaching for the next achievement, not for glory, or for
fame, but to make a prominent mark on the world before Weh came to take him.

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Chapter 7

Zrakweh went back to Ysigrath, deep in the swamp, and spent some time away
from the Chasm and his studies to center himself and focus on his place in the
world. He was now a bit older and wiser, and had new insights on the cycle,
his elemental magics, the power of the Ccul'gra, and Weh. Since spending his
time in solitude in the deepest depths of the swamp connected to Weh, some
spirits have opened themselves up to him and he has been able to commune with
spirits with some success. This has left him feeling more connected and
enlightened to all phases of the cycle, and eager to seek wisdom from the
spirits of beyond.

He realized his mantra he had lived by, Weh comes to all, was an absolute. It
also was a saying with more depth than he had initially realized and imagined.
He could never become Weh. Weh was a force that came long before him, and
would eventually take him in time. Only by living Sra could one fully
understand the place of Weh. Though he brought Weh, it was a force with its
own mind. His destiny was already written, and as he would bring Weh to many,
he would also be aware and present for his time alive in Sra.

His praises still went out to the Goddess Rarywey, and though she had not
answered his prayers yet, he knew that the goddess of the great cycle was to
be revered and respected. He knew what when she was ready to share insight
with him, she would show herself at the drowned tree. All things came in time,
and though it took him many years, he learned that the time he had waited to
speak with her was insignificant in the grand scheme of the cycle.

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Chapter 6

Zrakweh found himself often walking the banks of the rivers at the far corners
of Thera, watching the timeless current swirl and twist as it made its way
further down the river, past all obstacles. Reflection was something he did
constantly, he sought answers and questioned his purpose in the world
constantly. Thinking kept him sharp, questioning even the simplest things and
truths kept him wise. He had come a long way since the swamp. He was a
powerful Invoker now, known to most of Thera in one form or another. Sometimes
he heard others lower their voices when they said his name, almost as if
afraid to say it too loudly. He was infamous. Becoming a Scion of Eternal
night only elevated confirmations that his power was still not even close to
its full potential. He was constantly studying others, learning everything he
could from what he called the "Bringers of Weh". Anyone that seemed close to
the essence of Death or Weh was interesting to Zrakweh. He was fascinated with
how people coped with it, how they saw it in theory, and how they committed
the act, the ones that die. Everyone saw Weh differently, he was finding. Even
he was seeing things differently himself after many years of what he thought
was a well educated and learned stance on it. He was learning he was still a
novice in many ways, the great cycle a grand mystery that he would never
completely understand, only something he could respect and find a place in. He
had made enemies during his climb to greatness. Enemies that had been insulted
by him, by being used or treated as fools. He knew they would come. Let them
all come, he thought. His convictions were as strong as ever, and he would
continue to return to the Drowned Tree of the Goddess Rarywey to cleanse
himself in the waters and to find insight on his fate. He was always seeking
to grow and improve himself, which kept him sharp and focused. The night
brought forth the horrors of Thera, and now he was one of them. Weh had never
been easier to touch than it was now, and he had never felt more alive than he
did now.

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Chapter 5

The years have been interesting since I left my village and sought a greater
purpose for myself. I have sought the path of Weh, and though I have learned
much, sometimes I feel like a novice in the grand form of the great cycle. I
am not certain one can ever fully understand the cycle, only the goddess
Rarywey knows what fate holds for me. I remain committed to Weh, and to walk
the path before me without hesitation.

My magic is improving every day. The elements bend and bow to my will. I am
only becoming stronger, Invocation is a fine tapestry to be weaved delicately.
Very few in Thera would have the patience to work as I have, yet I remain
rising in a guild where most cannot stomach the ladder of mastery. I expect a
great deal out of myself, and I have come to learn that the elements and
nature are not as harmonic as I once thought when I lived among the Sz'Weh. I
care little for the natural world outside of my own path in the cycle, I have
forsaken its protection in pursuit of higher power. The forbidden calls to me,
as the only egg in my clutch to hatch, I feel obligated to seek greatness and
fulfill a destiny others will revel in in wonder.

I have been given a task by the Chancellor herself, a test of sorts to prove
myself worthy of the Chasm. In time I will become a member of their elite
circle, opening the door to untold secrets and paths to power I could have
never reached as a mere Elementalist. I keep my ambitions secret. My allies
and enemies only know me as a wandering magus searching for mastery over the
elements, but I am so much more. If my secret were revealed before I am ready,
the armies of Thera would rally against me. They would send their finest
killers to stop me from reaching my full potential. Deception is my ally, Weh
is the only truth I share with others. I keep my enemies close, watching them
as they think me a harmless Saurian far from his home. Little do they know
what I truly am. I will become a master of Weh, an Archmage of the Elements, A
Scion of Eternal night. I will fill my role in the cycle and obtain greatness
as I live my life. I will only embrace the final Weh when it comes after I
have achieved the unthinkable. Writing keeps me sane, if this journal were
ever discovered I would suffer at the hands of others. But for now, my secret
is safe, and the path before me is clear. When it is not clear, a bath in the
waters of the Drowned Tree always invigorates me with purpose. I have not met
with the Goddess yet, but I will return until she finds me worthy. Time and
patience are with me, and I will rise strong.

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Chapter 4

The elemental magic flowed through Zrakweh freely now, he was standing out as
a promising aspirant in the guild of invocation. He was patient and calculated
with his approach to studies, the elements were sacred to him, a crucial part
of every cycle. He had great respect for the elements, but he was not like
many of his kin. Nature and being attuned to it was less important to him than
other Saurians. The cycle happened in all parts of Thera, not just the wilds.
As he served Weh, he did not seek to just end lives. He served Weh fully. Fire
for burning things to ash. Water for endless flooding and erosion. Air to
uproot the sturdy. Earth to devastate the very soils. Lightning to split the
very cells of things. Ice to make things delicate and brittle, and Ooze to
cause rot and decay. Every aspect of Weh could be found in the Elements, and
he intended to use each and every aspect as needed. He would make enemies.
Many enemies. But his mind had never been more clear.

He had swam in the waters of the Drowned pool. The ancient Wood-and-Bones
lurked over him as he took the time to clear his mind and body of any
distractions or barriers. He felt invigorated after his visits there. It
brought him clarity and focus, something always welcome after countless hours
spent perfecting every detail of his craft. He would not be an amateur in his
craft, or walk through life without purpose. Before Weh took him, he would
live the fullest life, he would accomplish wonders in his cycle most only
dream of. But the guild of Invokers would not bring him all the answers he
sought. He became intrigued with the Scions of the Eternal Night. The most
powerful Masters of their respective arts in Thera, each of them with their
own purpose, enlightened to the forbidden secrets few dared to seek out. The
Chancellor had welcomed his pledge to bring his elemental magics to the Chasm,
tasking him with challenges to join their ranks should he prove worthy. He was
determined to hold the forbidden knowledge, to explore all aspects available
to him in Thera during his cycle. He could feel it in his scales, he would not
fail. He would let the elements guide him, trust in his magics, give into
fate. In doing so, he would only know a greater understanding of Weh than he
could ever have hoped to achieve without the power of their fabled Ebony
Scepter.

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Chapter 3

His studies progressed, as did his basic understandings of the Cycle. He was
always learning through fire, decay, rot, death. All of these things helped
him understand the nature of Weh, the end of the cycle. His place would be
bringing Weh where it needed to be brought. He would not hesitate to carry out
his dark tasks. His magic grew stronger daily, he was sharp eyed and listened
closely to the world around him. Watching other Therans, learning everything
he could. Each new insight was a lesson of wisdom that would carry him further
into life. He barely thought about his time in the Swamp, and he rarely
returned to the Saurian Village, even to rest. Darkness stirred within him,
blackening his soul as he leaned towards the end of the cycle, leaving other
Saurians and beings to care for Sra. Each soul in this world had its place
while it resided in Thera, before they embraced Weh. He found that many
Therans feared death, they did not embrace the end. They clung to life and
fought it at every turn. This disturbed Zrakweh, and he took it upon himself
to help those poor souls embrace Weh, even if it were to be done with force.
He continued to study the elements, the magics of Invocation were easy for him
to study, it was as natural to him as the grand cycle. It simply took time,
another process as all things in life were. He began to spiritually connect to
the cycle, and in doing so was made aware of the Goddess Rarywey, the Lady of
the Waterways and Goddess of the cycle. She understood all parts of the cycle,
she would understand his drive to serve the forces of Weh. He put himself to
the task of finding her river, with hopes that in time he would learn to
understand his place in the cycle even more and grow closer to it through the
Goddess Rarywey. He knew his path would not be easy, he had a long journey
ahead, and much to learn. But his spirit was consumed with purpose, and he was
determined to use his time in this world well, to learn all he could before
his time in this cycle was done.

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Chapter 2

Zrakweh found freedom from village life and the swamp liberating. He had no
desire to live a simple life serving the village. He felt his calling was much
greater than life as a villager. The great cycle called to him, Weh called to
him. He kept to himself around the Saurian village, failing to even give his
name to many of the other Saurians. He was named for a bad omen, and he did
not desire the distraction from the Sra loving Saurians he cared nothing for.
They began calling him the Blackscale, another reference to his oddly colored
scaling. That suited him fine, and he even took it as his secondary name. The
mana source flowed freely through him with ease, the elements manipulating for
him even without much proper training. He made his way to Galadon and joined
the guild of Invokers there, eager to fan the flames of his power. He was
filled with emotions, but rarely showed it outside of his displays of magic,
which became an outlet for him. His driving force was to serve the great cycle
by serving Weh. He would become the Claw of Weh, the Kiss of Weh, the Saurian
that brought Weh where it was needed. He did not feel pity or sorrow for the
dead. Weh greeted all in time, some sooner than others. It was a natural
thing, not to be grieved or mourned. One day it would greet him as well. But
he was determined to take his place in the great cycle, serving the forces of
Weh with his elemental magic. He separated himself from the Saurian village,
spending less and less time there. He spent time wandering Thera, learning
about the cycles and practicing his elemental magics. As he spent time away
from his people, he lost the long hiss that many of his people had in their
speech, adapting the typical Theran accent, though not perfectly. He was
determined to find his place serving the cycle, but first he must hone his
abilities to bring Weh, to bring the elements forth in service of his needs
for the cycle. Weh comes for all, and Zrakweh would be there to bring it to
many.

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Chapter 1

Zrakweh was hatched in a hatchery in the village of Sz'weh during a Solar
eclipse. His hatching took the length of the eclipse, his black egg slowly
cracking and breaking until he clawed his way free in the darkness. The
villagers took note of him, his black and red scales and ashy pattern across
them disturbed even the darkest of the Sz'weh. They named him Zrakweh,
translating into the Theran tongue as Shadowed Death. He began to grow under
the watch of the tribe, learning the ways of survival, of the Saurian, and of
Weh. He did not adapt as well as the other Saurians, putting less emphasis on
the village life and that of his species, and leaning heavily into Weh, and
the darker natures of the cycle. He grew to find a natural affinity to the
elements, the spark of the mana source was strong within him which was very
rare for his race. It troubled the Sz'weh people, they felt he was growing
apart from the village, focusing on Weh, pushing himself to manipulate the
elements around him, however simple. He studied corpses and all forms of rot
and decay. The villagers finally decided he was not suited to live among them,
and guided him outside his home in the swamps to the Saurian Village a
comfortable distance away. They left him at the altar after just thirty years
in the village, the blink of an eye for a Saurian. He was old enough to find
his own way, and the Sz'weh left back into the depths of Ysigrath swamp,
hoping he would never return.

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