Yggdrasil, the Bodhi tree, Jack?s beanstalk, Irminsul, the Maypole, the Cross, the Tree of Life and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil ? bridges in our world between death and eternity. All of the literature points to these things in common, and they?re mirrored a thousand times over in ritual and edifice. Steeples, towers, minarets, altars, pyramids ? imperfect ways of getting at the same thing: men striving from this middle world of ours to reach beyond the boundaries of our natural existence. But all the stories point out some pretty plain and universal truths, the chief of which is, it?s a bad idea to go looking for shortcuts to Heaven. - Excerpted from the private research notes of Dr. A.H. Bertand, Teobern, S.A., Ann?e Standard 2013
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"Song of Wolberth, Volumes IV and V... The Halban Usurpation and Other Heresies... A Contemporary Record of Colonial Myths..." Alain slid the heavy old books into his arms and wound his way across their house in the Barony, winding his way back to the library. It was large but comfortable, tall shelves with wooden ladders for the books tucked away at the top, and a cozy sitting area near the maps and a fireplace. Sometimes he thought of it as a gift to Sophie, but truth be told he spent almost as much time in there himself. He juggled his books into one arm and pushed his hair back from his brow to rub at his eyes. 2013 was already well on its way to wearing him out.
Sophie already had another ancient book before her. When combined the documents started to paint the picture of the threat before them. Her eyes lifted to her husband as he stepped back into the room before falling back to the book before her once again. Centuries before, the parchment had been folded and sewn with ligaments attached to wooden boards and covered in stamped leather. One would expect the world's great secrets to be bound with treasure bindings but often they were left in relatively simple covers.
Her eyes slipped over to Harper's form against the backdrop of the fire, gently pushing the book marked The Codex Aureus of Karneus towards her. "This is the book that Alain and I stole from the Icecrestian Palace after the Emperor's fall. We'll give you as much as we can today but you're going to need to read them all to help us get an idea about what is to come."
Annie-Love took the book, sliding a fingertip over the printing on the cover. Codex Aureus. Her nose twitched and she reached up to slide her glasses back up where they belonged. She almost hated to turn away from the warmth of that blaze to take the volume to the table where she could inspect it. You should be relaxing in your pajamas, reading. Someone was about to get his wish.
"Who was Karneus?"
?The first de facto Emperor of Icecrest, and founder of the dynasty that preceded their union with the Halban Empire... supposedly the same as the dynasty that resumed rule after the two Empires split again." Alain slumped into a chair and pushed Wolberth's accounts across the table as well. "Wolberth visited Icecrest during the reign of Karneus III, he references several books that have been lost, that speak to their interest in Ikh-Drazul-Vit ? the Tree of Life."
"The last Emperor invited me to his Palace two summers before his fall to do some research on the Tree of Life which is referenced in the Song of Wolberth," Sophie began hesitantly. Her eyes swept to Alain and his exhaustion spurred the story forward. As much as she never liked to spill knowledge earned, they needed help. "Wolberth cited ancient Icecrestian and Halban myths which suggested that the Tree of Life could be used to create 'Heaven on Earth'. It referenced to Codex Aureus and I asked the Emperor for access but he would not allow it. He said the Codex was too dangerous. We now know why he was so concerned."
Once again, Annie-Love?s admiration for Sofia DeMuer rose a notch or two. Another example of books whose covers were deceptive. She took the Wolberth and voiced the obvious question, but quietly, as if it were unpleasant or dangerous. Her grey eyes, bright and alert behind the safety of the lenses, ticked between them two of them. "Lost things...aren't always lost. Do we know what Ad Lucem has had their hands on? Where they're getting their information?"
"I hope to learn that once I'm confirmed as Director, but I have to be careful to justify my need to know without raising any suspicion that I oppose their plans. For now, we have nothing from them, and if they do have the lost books, I imagine I'll have to earn their trust before I gain direct access." Sinning for the greater good: the thought darkened his expression, but it was not the first time he had been moved to this course of action, and he suspected it would not be the last, either.
"We do have a starting point,? he continued, ?and hopefully it will give us time to start our own search for all the puzzle pieces before Ad Lucem gets too far in theirs. Before Halbus the First invaded Icecrest, the original line of Emperors were known as the Speakers of God, revered as messengers and protectors of sacred knowledge. Wolberth refers to a medallion worn by Karneus III, said to have been given to him by his grandfather. A portrait of one of their lesser-known successors, Carolus II, shows the same medallion around his neck.
"The Medallion of Karneus was protected by the Marahan monks who lived within the Palace. But when the Palace and the Icecrestian knights fell so did the monks and the Medallion was lost," Sophie added in.
Alain nodded, and continued, "The Halban Usurpation and Other Heresies refers to three items - the Tree, the Medallion, and the Book - and the myth that from the mouth of God Himself Karneus learned all the secrets of Heaven on Earth. It was published after the Empires split again, but the author was exiled and his benefactor, a very prominent and popular cardinal, was poisoned that same year. The Emperors of Icecrest seem to have undertaken a deliberate campaign during and after the Halban Union to destroy all reference to these myths. For these reasons it seems obvious that this Medallion of Karneus is the same that was protected by the Marahan monks, and is tied somehow to the Tree of Life. Unfortunately it's unclear how, or what this Book even is..." He frowned, rubbing at his brow with one hand.
"Your Directors need to read Genesis," Annie-Love muttered, opening the Wolberth, and flipping through a few of the aged pages carefully.
Sophie lifted a shoulder in a shrug to acknowledge Harper's point before continuing. "What we do know is that all three elements are needed. The Book describes the process and the Medallion is used somehow to pull the ambrosia from the Tree. We know where the Tree of Life is. The Medallion is missing and we don't even know what the Book is."
"The ambrosia..." Alain grimaced. "Hell of a thing for them to call it." He opened the Colonial Myths to a ribbon-marked page and read, "...and once all hearts on Earth have sipped ambrosia from the Tree of Life, then Heaven on Earth shall be restored, the innocence of Adam and Eve regained, as all hearts commune with the chosen guardians of the Tree of Life, who have guided Man towards the light into an era without war or suffering; and all wicked hearts, not descended from God's chosen line of Adam and Eve, shall be burned from the Earth in a cleansing fire."
"I suspect," Alain added slowly, "that the Directors of Ad Lucem see themselves as the 'chosen guardians.' But I'll learn that firsthand soon enough, God willing."
That there were logical difficulties in that passage was a minor understatement. Which Earth? How was the ambrosia shared? How many races would perish in 'cleansing fire' and what made them think that was a good thing? All of these thoughts swirled behind Harper?s eyes until she was scowling blindly at the open page of the book below her fingertips. "I suspect you're right." She looked up, blinking rapidly as she refocused.
Sofia drew in a deep breath before releasing it slowly, trying to keep the fear that wiggled its way up her spine at bay. Even here. Even inside the library of their well-protected Teobern home, she felt they were watching. Despite the heat of the fire, a hand reached up to rub absently at the goose flesh crawling down her arms. "We simply have to understand first. We have to beat them to the information."
"Exactly. All of this covers what we know. Whatever we don't know we'll either be learning from Ad Lucem or finding before they do, and every piece our agents find," his eyes slid between them, "needs to be shown to one of us at this table before we decide what to pass on to Director Rae. Which brings us to our second task. What do we know about this woman? She's the knife Ad Lucem has placed at our throats in case anything goes wrong. Queries sent by the Directors to SPI lead me to believe she'll be placed there for the duration of this mission, to watch all of us. I know she comes from an old Earth family, with a long political history. What about her friends? Who are her closest relatives? Who are her lovers?"
Alain lowered his hands from his brow to fold them on the edge of the table. "Ad Lucem has demonstrated they aren't willing to leave any options off the table. I don't intend to either."
(Adapted from live play)
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"Song of Wolberth, Volumes IV and V... The Halban Usurpation and Other Heresies... A Contemporary Record of Colonial Myths..." Alain slid the heavy old books into his arms and wound his way across their house in the Barony, winding his way back to the library. It was large but comfortable, tall shelves with wooden ladders for the books tucked away at the top, and a cozy sitting area near the maps and a fireplace. Sometimes he thought of it as a gift to Sophie, but truth be told he spent almost as much time in there himself. He juggled his books into one arm and pushed his hair back from his brow to rub at his eyes. 2013 was already well on its way to wearing him out.
Sophie already had another ancient book before her. When combined the documents started to paint the picture of the threat before them. Her eyes lifted to her husband as he stepped back into the room before falling back to the book before her once again. Centuries before, the parchment had been folded and sewn with ligaments attached to wooden boards and covered in stamped leather. One would expect the world's great secrets to be bound with treasure bindings but often they were left in relatively simple covers.
Her eyes slipped over to Harper's form against the backdrop of the fire, gently pushing the book marked The Codex Aureus of Karneus towards her. "This is the book that Alain and I stole from the Icecrestian Palace after the Emperor's fall. We'll give you as much as we can today but you're going to need to read them all to help us get an idea about what is to come."
Annie-Love took the book, sliding a fingertip over the printing on the cover. Codex Aureus. Her nose twitched and she reached up to slide her glasses back up where they belonged. She almost hated to turn away from the warmth of that blaze to take the volume to the table where she could inspect it. You should be relaxing in your pajamas, reading. Someone was about to get his wish.
"Who was Karneus?"
?The first de facto Emperor of Icecrest, and founder of the dynasty that preceded their union with the Halban Empire... supposedly the same as the dynasty that resumed rule after the two Empires split again." Alain slumped into a chair and pushed Wolberth's accounts across the table as well. "Wolberth visited Icecrest during the reign of Karneus III, he references several books that have been lost, that speak to their interest in Ikh-Drazul-Vit ? the Tree of Life."
"The last Emperor invited me to his Palace two summers before his fall to do some research on the Tree of Life which is referenced in the Song of Wolberth," Sophie began hesitantly. Her eyes swept to Alain and his exhaustion spurred the story forward. As much as she never liked to spill knowledge earned, they needed help. "Wolberth cited ancient Icecrestian and Halban myths which suggested that the Tree of Life could be used to create 'Heaven on Earth'. It referenced to Codex Aureus and I asked the Emperor for access but he would not allow it. He said the Codex was too dangerous. We now know why he was so concerned."
Once again, Annie-Love?s admiration for Sofia DeMuer rose a notch or two. Another example of books whose covers were deceptive. She took the Wolberth and voiced the obvious question, but quietly, as if it were unpleasant or dangerous. Her grey eyes, bright and alert behind the safety of the lenses, ticked between them two of them. "Lost things...aren't always lost. Do we know what Ad Lucem has had their hands on? Where they're getting their information?"
"I hope to learn that once I'm confirmed as Director, but I have to be careful to justify my need to know without raising any suspicion that I oppose their plans. For now, we have nothing from them, and if they do have the lost books, I imagine I'll have to earn their trust before I gain direct access." Sinning for the greater good: the thought darkened his expression, but it was not the first time he had been moved to this course of action, and he suspected it would not be the last, either.
"We do have a starting point,? he continued, ?and hopefully it will give us time to start our own search for all the puzzle pieces before Ad Lucem gets too far in theirs. Before Halbus the First invaded Icecrest, the original line of Emperors were known as the Speakers of God, revered as messengers and protectors of sacred knowledge. Wolberth refers to a medallion worn by Karneus III, said to have been given to him by his grandfather. A portrait of one of their lesser-known successors, Carolus II, shows the same medallion around his neck.
"The Medallion of Karneus was protected by the Marahan monks who lived within the Palace. But when the Palace and the Icecrestian knights fell so did the monks and the Medallion was lost," Sophie added in.
Alain nodded, and continued, "The Halban Usurpation and Other Heresies refers to three items - the Tree, the Medallion, and the Book - and the myth that from the mouth of God Himself Karneus learned all the secrets of Heaven on Earth. It was published after the Empires split again, but the author was exiled and his benefactor, a very prominent and popular cardinal, was poisoned that same year. The Emperors of Icecrest seem to have undertaken a deliberate campaign during and after the Halban Union to destroy all reference to these myths. For these reasons it seems obvious that this Medallion of Karneus is the same that was protected by the Marahan monks, and is tied somehow to the Tree of Life. Unfortunately it's unclear how, or what this Book even is..." He frowned, rubbing at his brow with one hand.
"Your Directors need to read Genesis," Annie-Love muttered, opening the Wolberth, and flipping through a few of the aged pages carefully.
Sophie lifted a shoulder in a shrug to acknowledge Harper's point before continuing. "What we do know is that all three elements are needed. The Book describes the process and the Medallion is used somehow to pull the ambrosia from the Tree. We know where the Tree of Life is. The Medallion is missing and we don't even know what the Book is."
"The ambrosia..." Alain grimaced. "Hell of a thing for them to call it." He opened the Colonial Myths to a ribbon-marked page and read, "...and once all hearts on Earth have sipped ambrosia from the Tree of Life, then Heaven on Earth shall be restored, the innocence of Adam and Eve regained, as all hearts commune with the chosen guardians of the Tree of Life, who have guided Man towards the light into an era without war or suffering; and all wicked hearts, not descended from God's chosen line of Adam and Eve, shall be burned from the Earth in a cleansing fire."
"I suspect," Alain added slowly, "that the Directors of Ad Lucem see themselves as the 'chosen guardians.' But I'll learn that firsthand soon enough, God willing."
That there were logical difficulties in that passage was a minor understatement. Which Earth? How was the ambrosia shared? How many races would perish in 'cleansing fire' and what made them think that was a good thing? All of these thoughts swirled behind Harper?s eyes until she was scowling blindly at the open page of the book below her fingertips. "I suspect you're right." She looked up, blinking rapidly as she refocused.
Sofia drew in a deep breath before releasing it slowly, trying to keep the fear that wiggled its way up her spine at bay. Even here. Even inside the library of their well-protected Teobern home, she felt they were watching. Despite the heat of the fire, a hand reached up to rub absently at the goose flesh crawling down her arms. "We simply have to understand first. We have to beat them to the information."
"Exactly. All of this covers what we know. Whatever we don't know we'll either be learning from Ad Lucem or finding before they do, and every piece our agents find," his eyes slid between them, "needs to be shown to one of us at this table before we decide what to pass on to Director Rae. Which brings us to our second task. What do we know about this woman? She's the knife Ad Lucem has placed at our throats in case anything goes wrong. Queries sent by the Directors to SPI lead me to believe she'll be placed there for the duration of this mission, to watch all of us. I know she comes from an old Earth family, with a long political history. What about her friends? Who are her closest relatives? Who are her lovers?"
Alain lowered his hands from his brow to fold them on the edge of the table. "Ad Lucem has demonstrated they aren't willing to leave any options off the table. I don't intend to either."
(Adapted from live play)