I kind of like that special relationship you're talking about, with older magi. I could just see the encounter when a young Tremere hothead who wants to have a Wizard's War against the Longevity Ritual specialist. Outside the Sancta of Fabrica Diabolica; "Devilish Devices", the Arch Magus and Hoplite of House Verditius, the young Tremere Siridius Mortuus strides forward to cleanse himself of the indignities he endured at Tribunal, when the hideous Bonisagus mocked him and his own significant Longevity Ritual which he had devised. He bears more than a Rook of Vis, as well as knots of twine that will heal him when undone, until a more permanent remedy was used. He had studied new spells of destruction, as well as the circumstances of the lab rat's birth, which was easily found in Mundane accounts. He had no Arcane connection, and no magi were willing to provide him one with all of the work he'd done for them, but no matter, he doubted that the lab rat had made much use to pratice his Founder's invention of the Parma. He would be requited tonight! Siridius strides boldly to the stone edifice where he has been held up, a lonely sanctum in a middling Aura, and prepares to announce his presence with authority, under the light of the Full Moon. A voice calls out to him from around the side of the house. "Ho there! Salvete Sodalis." walking around the side is the small and slightly rotund form of one of the more dreaded of Hoplites in the Order, all the more so because he is from the often overlooked House of Verditius. The devices are innocuous at best. A wand in his belt, rings on his fingers, a charm around his neck, he looks more like a wealthy merchant fat from crusader wealth than a puissant Magus and creator of powerful relics. Sirridius is taken aback, what was he doing here? "Salvete Sodalis." murmurs Sirridius, and approaches with deference to the Archmagus to kiss his cheek. The Archmagus allows this, delighting at how the tall Tremere must stoop to do so. "A fine night is it not? A busy night for some eh?" inquires Fabrica. "You're Sirridius are you not? The filius of Tarchevski the Mountainslayer?" Sirridius nods. "Far from your home it looks." "Yes, Magister Fabrica. I have urgent and pressing business, that can only be done by this moon. If you know what I mean?" Sirridius arches his eyebrow to give a hint. His master and other wizards were more adept at subtlety than he. "I surely do. I presume then you have sent the proper...invitation?" "Yes, I have a copy with me..." began Siridius as he reached into his robes. Perhaps this Archwizard was watching his affairs? Could he claim some greater victory because Fabrica witnessed it? Fabrica waved him off so as not to bother fishing out the note. He pulled a rather crumpled and abused sheet of vellum, that apparently had been used again as a piece of scrap paper, it looked like the writing of a list of needed mundane supplies was on it, even though the front was clearly marked with his symbol, and its intentions and portents even clearer! "So you sent this?" said Fabrica as he opened it up and read from it. Siridius could plainly see that the page was used to record tools that the local gung farmer needed to clean the latrines. He pursed his lips. "You get right to the point don't you? Yes. Very direct, and rather scathing too. Well I won't get in your way, you are obviously very busy." Fabrica made a point to actually step back. "Many thanks Archmagus." murmured Sirridius as he began to regather his concentration as he approached the door. He was about to call upon his Arts to examine the door, when Fabrica spoke again. "Sorry to interupt Sodalis, but what are you doing?" Sirridius stopped his spell with a frustrated exhalation. "My sources have told me that my enemy resides within." "Really? He's inside MY sancta?" Sirridius's blood went absolutely cold at that, and icy sweat trickled down his back. "You see the marks don't you? Plainly that is the mark of a Sanctum." continued Fabrica. "Parden me Master? This...is...your sancta?" stammered Siridius. "Indeed. I have need of a more powerful Longevity Ritual as I'm getting on in years, so I came here to obtain the best one I may. As I had nowhere else to stay, he allowed me to make this my sanctum. Who would deny an Archmagus such a courtesy right?" "But...but..." "You know that the Code allows any price to be taxed from those that invade a Sanctum don't you?" asked Fabrica, one thumb stroking the ring on his right index finger. "You also know that scrying or attempting to scry on a magus is a high crime? Which of course includes scrying on their effects? Did you know that the Code has upheld eight times since the Order's creation, the right of a Magus to destroy another magus who merely approached a sanctum, LOOKING like they were about to violate it? Do you have any doubts that they would uphold it a ninth time?" "I...I assure you Master Fabrica, I had no idea that you were present, or that this was where your sanctum was. I-I would never cross you in such a flagrant violation of the Code and your dignity Master!" Siridius was in imminent danger of actually soiling himself. Fabrica's face darkened, and his frown deepened into one of deadly seriousness, his right hand began to raise, and it seemed a baleful green halo surrounded it, eminating from the cat's eye emerald ring on his fore finger. Then, when Siridius was sure that his doom was descending upon him, Fabrica laughed uproariously and clapped him hard on the back. "You should have seen your face! Priceless I tell you!" laughed Fabrica patting him again on the back, ignoring the Hermetic taboo of actually touching another magus uninvited. "I'm afraid though that your business will have to wait another night. He's quite busy in there, and I'm in need of his labor. Perhaps when he's finished." Siridius laughed rather hysterically himself when he realized he hadn't been reduced to a pile of smoldering sludge and ash. "Ha! Um...when is he supposed to be finished Master?" he finally managed to ask. "Not for two moons I suppose, at least. He just started a little bit ago." "But-but, that's past the appointed time..." "Yes well, that's how these things go you know? Sometimes things get in the way, not much can be done about it. Perhaps another time? Oh wait...unless he further insults you, I don't think you'd have any cause that the Code would support. Oh well, perhaps you should just accept the apology he offered at the Tribunal that offended you." "I...don't suppose you'd accept a challenge of Certamen to allow me in would you?" asked Siridius. He doubted he could win, but you never know, he possesed great skill in that contest. "Go ahead an...[Message truncated]
Edited 1/2/2005 3:18 pm ET by qcifer
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