walksindeath: (Looking up)
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The faint light from the Charter Stones seems to turn everything to muted grey and gold from behind Sabriel's half-closed eyes. It is warm here in the centre of the reservoir, slowly melting away the chill from crossing the water earlier. She lies still in the bottom of the boat so as not to jar her leg; it still hurts, but by now in a healthier, sorer way as the spells drain away the inflammation and infection, bolstered by the strength of the Charter stones above.

The stones are always comforting, although sometimes if she thinks too deeply, she wonders if the darker traces on the rock under the flow of charter marks are Touchstone's blood, from the many months he had spent mending them. And then she remembers coming down here the first time, into the horror of black water broken stones and oncoming Dead.

Maudlin thoughts, and probably feverish.

She closes her eyes all the way, and wills the Charter to heal her faster. There's so little time for anything, these days.
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Date: 2010-02-11 09:30 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (not here)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
As the steps finally reach the water and where the barge is tied up, Sam dips his hand into the clear water. He's always amazed at just how clear it was and he watched the Charter Marks from through his fingers. Once they were all standing in the midst of the simple raft, Touchstone undid the rope and whispered a single word that began to move them towards the Great Charter Stones and Sabriel.

As they moved slowly over the unmoving water, Sam wondered about the power of blood especially here where blood had broken the stones and now was healing them. How could he be connected to those Great Stones through his blood, what was so different about royal, Abhorsen and Clayr blood?

Ever since he could ask, he'd been trying to find out and understand as much as he could about how Charter Magic worked but so much had been lost. His father had taught him all that he knew but Touchstone knew battle magic not the magic of making that fascinated Sameth so much. His mother was Abhorsen and Sam knew he should be learning that magic but his fear of Death had grown so much.

They passed between two columns and Sam found his eyes adjusting to the twilight of the reservoir as the six Great Stones appeared in front of them, their irregular shapes fit but were so different from the clean masonry of the columns.

He couldn't see the barge and his mother and wondered if something like Kerrigor or Blowden had found their way into this powerful and isolated space. Something moved on the barge and Sam gasped afraid of what it might be, a lump of moving darkness then his father slapped him on the back and he took a breath again.

His mother cast a small light up into the darkness and he saw her smile though she looked so pale and there were white streaks in her hair. He didn't want to think of her growing old and leaving him to be Abhorsen. They drifted between two of the stones and the into the ring of power at the center.

Sameth started as he felt a surge of energy and some of his fear and guilt lessened and he felt more like himself that he hadn't truly felt like the cricket match. There had been glimmerings at Milliways, but never this feeling of confidence.

Date: 2010-02-12 04:29 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone cranky beard)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
"This time," he says. It came out a bit harsher than he meant it to. He knows that being Abhorsen is a dangerous occupation, but sometimes it felt like she took too many risks when she didn't have to.

Date: 2010-02-13 08:07 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (in waiting)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
No one seemed to know what to say and the silence was making Sam nervous so he quietly asked,

"How badly were you hurt?"

Date: 2010-02-16 04:35 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone cranky beard)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
"Meaning me, I suppose." He gives a sigh and shifts his robe and swords. The reservoir is cold and the swords are a placed awkwardly for the moment. Maybe he should have changed before hand.

No. The matter at hand was too important. "The reason I am fussing, " he said, "Is that I am concerned that all this winter someone, or something, has been deliberately and cleverly arranging situations to put you most at risk. Look at the places you've been called to, and how there are always more Dead than there reported and more dangerous creatures - "

Date: 2010-02-20 03:25 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone cranky beard)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
"It almost certainly is," he said with a sigh. "General Tindall believes that Corolini and his Our Country Party are being funded with Old Kingdom gold, though he cannot definitely prove it. Since Corolini and his party now hold the balance of power in the Ancelstierre Moot they've been able to get the Southerlings moved farther and farther north. They have also made it clear that their ulitmate aim is to get all the Southerling refugees moved across the Wall, into our Kingdom."

Sometimes the Ancelstierre politics made no sense to Touchstone. And the fact that Old Kingdom gold was funding their politics riled him greatly.

Date: 2010-02-20 03:28 am (UTC)
makesthings: (little awkward)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
Sam has tried to understand politics but this just reminds him that he doesn't really. Kait would probably understand this and have some clever solution,

"Why? I mean what for? Its not as if northern-Ancelstierre is over-populated."

Date: 2010-02-20 04:07 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
"I'm not sure," Touchstone reluctantly replied. "The reasons they make public in Ancelstierre are populist rubbish, pandering to the fears of the countryfolk. But there has to be a reason why someone here is supplying them with gold 0 enough gold to buy the twelve seats they've picked up in the Moot. I fear that reason may have something to do with the fact that we have not been able to find more than a score of the thousand people who were sent across a month ago, and none of that score alive. The rest have simply vanished - "

Date: 2010-02-21 03:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
"How could that many people disappear? Surely they would leave some trace," interrupted Ellie, "Perhaps I should go-"

Date: 2010-03-04 04:56 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone cranky beard)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
"No." It amused Touchstone that his daughter thought that she could do better than himself at it. A good thing in a future ruler, that confidence. But his tone and expression sobered as he continued. "This is not as simple as it appears, Ellimere. Sorcery is involved. Your mother thinks that we will find them when we least want to, and that they will not be living when we do."

Date: 2010-03-10 04:31 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Five Great Charters knit the land)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
He stood up and drew one of swords out. Holding it out he searched out to the Charter, letting the Marks flick out into the cold air like liquid fire.

The Marks glittered and jumped from stone to stone, until the roared into a crown of sparkling fire, weaving into a protective crown.

Date: 2010-03-10 04:34 am (UTC)
makesthings: (charter engineer)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
Looking over the side of the barge, Sam saw that the fire had even spread under water that created a net of marks on the floor.

The magical barrier completely enclosed them and it relied on the power of the Great Stones, he wanted to ask his father how it was done, but there wasn't time.

Date: 2010-03-12 01:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
Ellie curls her hand around her mother's, taking some comfort from the familiar strength.

"But I thought the Clayr could See everything," she says, distinctly off-balance and hating every moment of it. "I mean, they often get the time wrong, but they still See."

"Don't they?"

Date: 2010-03-12 03:12 am (UTC)
charter_npc: (Touchstone cranky beard)
From: [personal profile] charter_npc
"Over the past four or five years the Clayr have become aware that their Sight is clouded, and possibly has always been clouded, in the region around the eastern shores of the Red Lake and Mount Abed," Touchstone said grimly. It bothered him that they couldn't See there. Even if it wasn't where the king's influence held.

"A large area, which not coincidentally is also where our royal writ does not hold true. There is some power there that opposes both the Clayr and our Authority, blocking their Sight and breaking the Charter Stones I have set there."

His palms twitched as he said that. The need for going back there when this was all done would be strong and he would have to make it a high priority.

Date: 2010-03-12 03:19 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] unlessidoit.livejournal.com
"Well, shouldn't we call out the Trained Bands and take them and the Guard and go down there and sort it out once and for all?" protests Ellimere, former Captain of the Wyverly College hockey team.

Date: 2010-03-15 10:43 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (have to fight)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"The necromancer woman,"

Sam interrupted, he remembered the story since he'd been thinking a lot about necromancers lately,

"The one with the bronze mask."

Date: 2010-03-15 10:51 pm (UTC)
makesthings: (mirror)
From: [personal profile] makesthings
"The..the necromancer?"

His voice squeaks and he knows everyone must be able to hear the fear in his voice as he rubs at his wrists as his sleeves ride up, showing his burned skin.
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