<p>Magic and Lore (Google Document)
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You, and several others, walk through the ancient Grecian colonnades of the Hayden Academy of Magecraft, the "Arcadian Academy", called here by one of its professors and mages: specifically, aside from the principal, the most respected person in the school.
</p><p>A man is standing by a balcony overlooking the azure seas as you and others enter into a massive study, dominated by books in every language, and from every corner of the globe. From Ryner Lute's two-thousand-page treatise on the ancient past and their fusion of magic and technology to studies on the mundane sciences, most every rare volume is here.
</p><p>The man turns towards you, stepping inside and out of the glare of the sun. He is wearing black: dark dress-clothes and a long black "steampunk" coat, contrasting his pale skin and stark white hair running down his back, to say nothing of his icy blue eyes. One wouldn't mistake him at first glance as one of the most powerful spellcasters in the world: but looks can be deceiving.
</p><p>Azarias Snow sits in the large chair behind his desk as the group gathers in front of it. 'Welcome, all.' he says. 'I have a little job for you.'
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<p>Manteau swears. Then he attempts to find his surroundings by touching them with his arms, especially the walls of the train. He's reasoning that the hallucination might not extend to his sense of touch.
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<p>Artoria tries to get her bearings amidst the bloody swamp. The blood and the gore and the swords... it's an all too familiar sight for her. She recognizes Azarias in the distance, and shouts at him. "Sir? Azarias?"
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Artoria tries to get her bearings amidst the bloody swamp. The blood and the gore and the swords... it's an all too familiar sight for her. She recognizes Azarias in the distance, and shouts at him. "Sir? Azarias?"</i></div>
<p>Jaukoehai puts a hand on her shoulder. "I wouldn't do that. Odds are, what we're seeing isn't real. If it is, the last thing we want to do is interfere." </p>
Artoria tries to get her bearings amidst the bloody swamp. The blood and the gore and the swords... it's an all too familiar sight for her. She recognizes Azarias in the distance, and shouts at him. "Sir? Azarias?"</i></div>
<p>Jaukoehai puts a hand on her shoulder. "I wouldn't do that. Odds are, what we're seeing isn't real. If it is, the last thing we want to do is interfere." </p>
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<p>The group continues to watch as Azarias, his sword knocked aside, grabs a long-bladed spear (essentially a sword with a six-foot grip) from the ground and runs it through the man's chest, easily shearing through his armor. But with his last breath, his opponent manages to stab the Stigma through the side.
</p><p>Instantly, the scene changes: now, they behold a shifting wasteland of sand, ash, and bare rock, filled with sulfurous yellow gases drifting in the hot breeze. As before, the bodies of countless fallen soldiers litter the ground: their weapons tossed aside, broken, or planted in the dirt. Again, they see a young and armored Azarias, one arm dangling useless by his side.
</p><p>Before them stands a massive army of the creatures they saw before: like humans, but darker, and exuding a sense of malice and violence. Behind them, a massive dark shape rears up, and it laughs, booming like thunder.
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<p>Jaukoehai takes a step forward, his instincts taking hold, but he stops himself and steps back. "Come on, we have to get out of this somehow."
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<p>"I'm trying."
</p><p>Manteau keeps looking for a wall.
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<p>Dolenus is concentrating, having stopped trying to get out by purely physical means.
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Artoria tries to remember everything she learned about Mara Most. Does she remember anything useful?
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<p>Jaukoehai pauses and focuses in on himself. He has no magic, but he does have a will of iron and some more esoteric training, very much similar to that of a monk. Perhaps his knowledge of balancing body, mind and spirit, and focusing internal energy can help here.
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<p>"Wait a minute..."
</p><p>Is modern Azarias there?
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