SUPPLEMENTALS: Elemental Magic

“The ferrets are indisputably the most gifted mages in the world; they perfected the art long before the other species had even begun to unravel its mysteries. While they initially kept such gifts to themselves, a thousand years of relative peace have seen my kind share their knowledge with the world. Reproduced here is a chart showing the different types of magic and their relations with one another.”

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THE 13 TYPES OF MAGIC AND THEIR USAGES

EARTH: Control over soil; gravity and movement; magnetism; defensive spells

WIND: Control over air; weather- or climate-changing spells; improving physical performance; control of sound

FIRE: Control over fire and heat; offensive spells; explosions and fireworks; demolitions

WATER: Control over water, ice, and fog; boosting mental acuity; relaxation and therapy techniques

DUST: Improving or impairing vision; gradual destruction, disassembly, and reconstruction; fine manipulation; sleep and stasis.

LIGHTNING: Control over electricity; teleportation;  improving speed or reflexes; light sources.

MIST: Illusions and misdirection; hypnosis; stealth and invisibility.

WOOD: Plant life manipulation; construction.

ROCK: Control over rocks, minerals, and ores/metal; defensive shields, barriers, and protection; reflection/deflection; ink for message scrolls.

STORM: Heavy offensive spells; enhancing weaponry; cutting and slicing techniques; combining offensive and defensive capabilities.

CREATION: Growth; healing magic; mystical wards and protection

CHANGE: Temporal control; divination; transformation and shapeshifting

DESTRUCTION: Injury, sickness, and death;  immediate destruction; blood magic and ritual summoning; emotional manipulation

“As you can see, the four basic elemental forces form the core of nearly all spells. One core element can be combined with any other except itself to create one of the six sub-elements. Three additional elements which encompass and overlap with all the others exist outside the chart, due to their association with the Gods. Only the most powerful and skilled of mages can learn Creation, Change, or Destruction spells; some sentients have spent their entire lifetimes attempting to master even one of these.

“For the most part, mages are born, not made… an ordinary sentient can be taught, but the process can take years if not decades. Evidence of an aptitude for magic will usually present itself when the sentient comes in contact with a focusing object; that is, an object which helps to channel and regulate the user’s power. This contact will usually reveal which style of magic the potential mage is most suited for. From there, a mage may specialize in that style, or attempt to learn others to compliment it. Only a handful of mages in history have ever achieved mastery in more than two styles, however.

“Be warned, reader. Though curiosity is always understandable, knowledge of any magic can be a dangerous thing. To cast spells is to do no less than affect the natural order of the world… it is entirely understandable why the squirrels prohibit its usage. Any study of magic must be undertaken with great care and caution, if the caster should have any hope of surviving long enough to truly earn the title of Mage.

[Excerpted from Basics of Elemental Magic, by High Mage Malachite of Clan Esprit]

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BOOK I, CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2

A new arrival

Dusk upon a frigid lake

A flash of scarlet

“Every sentient is taught the story at an early age. Ask any cub, pup, or kit old enough to speak, and they will tell you. It is the story of our world, how it rose from a state of violence and chaos to become the society we know today. They may tell you different names, or different motives, but at its heart, the story is always the same… and it always begins like this:

“Long ago, the world’s eight sentient species were locked in endless war with each other. So brutal, savage, and lengthy was this conflict that all recorded history prior to its beginning was irrevocably lost. All reasons for the fighting, any knowledge to who or what had started it or why, we now have no way of knowing. This tragedy came to be called the Species War. Countless numbers wept… the atrocities committed by every side during that era still haunt us all, even centuries removed from those dark days.

“The lore tells that the last battle was held on a spring morning. What was the spark that ignited into the inferno that followed? No one knows for certain… theories abound, but whatever vile action triggered it, it was enough to awaken something from deep within the earth… a monstrous being, an entity far beyond our understanding.  Was it always there, waiting for the day it could reveal itself? Or was it called into existence by our long history of bloodshed? Again, no one knows…

“On that morning, it erupted from beneath us, vast enough to block out the sky, black as night and boiling with hatred… With pitiless eyes of white-hot flame, it looked down upon our multitudes and spoke in a voice that split the skies and cracked the earth: “You fools” it said, and every living creature heard its words and trembled, “This world with all its beauty and promise was given to you, and you have squandered it. You have stained the earth with blood and darkness for far too long. Now, your retribution is at hand. Heed my words, for I am DEATH, and all shall wither before me.”

The God of Death breathed, and all that its breath touched began to burn…”

[An excerpt from Godlore: Our Sacred Legacy and Foundations of Society, by Ash Caeruleus]

For the past half hour, there had been no words between them. Nothing save for the dry leaves crinkling underfoot, the sighing of the breeze, and a few birds up in the branches, singing to warn of the encroaching twilight.

Numb… Hanami felt numb, disconnected from herself. Cold, despite the lingering heat of the late summer evening. It was shock settling over her, she supposed. Shock at not only her new status as an exile (or Outcast, rather), but that what she had been taught and what she had been told about this forest for her entire life had been lies. Deliberate lies, according to the buck called Zero. The foundations of her world were shaken apart… how and why anyone would go so far to distort the truth, she didn’t know.

She found herself wondering what else she had been lied to about.

“So,” said Zero next to her, giving her a start.

Kya! Y-yes?” Hanami stammered as she ran her hands through her tail fur, trying to smooth it back down.

“It’s my turn to ask a question… if you don’t mind my asking.” He looked back over his shoulder at her, smiling a sad little smile.

“I… I s-suppose not…”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to,” said Zero. “It’s just sort of… a custom. When we get a new arrival, one of us asks them why they’re here.”

Hanami froze. Her ears pressed down flat.

“No one comes to Tasakeru without a reason,” he  said. “Every one of us made a mistake, or angered our people somehow… we all did something they couldn’t forgive us for.”

Shaking like a leaf in a gale, Hanami’s hands closed tight around her tail. A few dry sounds came from her mouth, but she couldn’t seem to form words.

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BOOK I, CHAPTER 1

BOOK I: WITHOUT A NAME

CHAPTER 1

A maiden escapes

To the place where no one goes

Falling summer leaves

“Hanami. That’s my name, my only name. No one knows who I really am… or what I did, or why I ran away. Honestly, sometimes I’m not even sure myself. Maybe the reason I’m writing this is to try to figure it out. Not because I think someone will read it, but for me, just me.

“On the day that it began… I wasn’t sure they were coming after me. I didn’t think, I didn’t plan, I didn’t know where I was going. I just started running, as far away as I could. The running itself… it’s all a blur, I barely remember it. There was pain, of course. My feet were screaming at me to stop, my eyes were burning… but I just kept going, until I found myself in the forest…”

[An excerpt from the compiled journals of the Outcasts, translated from New Standard]

Had they been able, the ancient oaks would have blinked in surprise. Here she was, stepping on leaves and pushing aside branches in the deepest heart of the forest, their forest, paying no attention to any of the beauty around her. Not only that, but she was running down the narrow, winding path between the mighty trunks, her panicked flight at odds with the tranquil atmosphere of the late summer afternoon. Bizarre, to say the least. However, even if the oaks were aware, they paid her no notice. High above, a sparrow alighted on a high branch. It watched the girl for a few seconds and flew away, its attention on other things.

Time passed. The girl ran on.

“As far as I can remember, my mother and father never mentioned the forest, and it never came up in my lessons. I had caught glimpses of it before, though; you could see it clearly if you stood on top of Unify’s outer wall. Maybe I asked about it at least once when I was small, but I can’t remember them ever answering.  I heard things from other kits, though… strange and awful things. They said that it was haunted; that monsters lived there that could kill you just by touching you or looking at you. One girl told me what her parents had told her, that it was where the ‘bad people’ went. That if you disobeyed or got into trouble, you would be sent there and never come back. It wasn’t a place I ever thought about going, in any case. But maybe on that day, some part of me realized that if I went to the forest, no one would follow…”

When she finally stopped and leaned against the cool trunk of an oak, her legs and side burned white-hot, protesting the distance she had run. Even so, she was prepared to flee again, to force her exhausted body into action should she need to. Every muscle tensed as she listened carefully for sounds of pursuit… nothing. The forest was deep and silent, save for a few singing birds, the sound of her own breathing, and the frantic hammering of her heart.

It was all right. She was alone. Then, and only then, did she feel safe enough to press her slender body against the bark and weep.

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(Re)Introduction

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Somewhere far away, on another Earth, devoid of humankind…

There was once an island country, alone in the vast ocean, isolated by storms and deadly currents. Its inhabitants knew nothing of any land or people outside of their own, so to them, their island was “the world”.

In the place of humankind, the animals grew and changed, becoming like man… and yet not like man. Faint echoes of human cultures and ideas unknowingly bled across reality from our Earth to theirs, shaping the growth of the island’s civilization.

There were eight of them, eight intelligent species that called themselves “sentients”… eight species sharing a world that became too small for their differing ways of life.

It was a world of ancient gods, of long-remembered wars and the heroes that fought them. It was a world of magic and science, logic and emotion, faith and proof clashing against one another.

It was a world where the only way to enforce order and stability was to keep the many different cultures separate… and to exile any people deemed too dangerous to coexist with the rest of sentientkind.

Unknown to the world, the very exiles they shunned and feared had a part in saving civilization itself. They should have quietly faded from history… but their story refused to be forgotten. They live on as legends, whispers in the wind.

These are those legends, the tales of the Outcasts of TASAKERU

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– BHS

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