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Posted: Wed Oct 13, 2004 9:51 am
Aranea FreedQuote: Sajhiri Title: Along Came A Spider Date: 10.12.04 Participants: Sayuri_Nitta, Aranea, Sajhiri, Majestrix Nox Synopsis: Sajhiri brings Sayuri to Tir Nan Og, where she frees Aranea from the curse. A strange message arrived for Sayuri_Nitta a few nights past, asking her to meet with a Psychologist named Sajhiri Jihaar in an odd location. Upon her arrival at the ancient stone tower, Sayuri was greeted by Sajhiri, a woman with a somewhat imperious personality, made eerier by the reddish gleam in her eyes. Dr. Jihaar explained to the other woman about her possible fey blood, how if she was truly possessed of it she could cross through the fairy ring in the tower's center into Tir Nan Og, and follow the pull of her spirit towards the cursed child's prison whose family blood she descended from. The tragic tale of the fey children of Tir Nan Og was dramatically retold, in a manner to tug on even the hardest of heartstrings. Sajhiri told Sayuri of the sacrifice required to break the curse...a small bit of soul and a small bit of life essence. Were Sayuri to choose to save her ancestor from their dreadful fate, that child would become her responsibility. So it was that Sayuri passed through the mushroom ring and appeared in the meadow of the Fey realm, and how her spirit was drawn towards the darker of the two castles, Castellum Umbra, the castle of the Moon Court. As the pair strode through the portcullis and into the dimly lit courtyard of the castle, they were met by a slender, pale woman with iridescent wings emerging from her bare back. Half naked in tribalistic garments, Majestrix Nox peered at Sayuri with an anticipatory expression, excitement dancing in star-laden eyes of twilight hues.
"Welcome, child, to the home of your ancestral kin. Umbra calls to you...heed and follow it's summons and you shall find that which you seek. Lay hands upon the prison, and make your choice." The regal woman gestured towards the darkness of the castle entrance beyond, beckoning Sayuri to follow the now discernible and insistent tugging within. Sayuri_Nitta It was odd indeed to discover dark secrets about oneself; odder still that it came from someone she had only the smallest of contact with prior. If this were all true, that she had within her the key to release one of these Fey, well not alot could stop her truthfully. Following the almost sky clad women, whose bearing proclaimed her regal status, she felt something - a pulling almost. What was it that called to her spirit, that guided her steps. 'Stairs,' she said, feeling foolish for saying just that word out loud but knowing there was something behind it. 'Into the basement? I can almost see them.' she said, as her body was pulled through the castle and to the top of said stairs. She descended slowly, nervously. Sajhiri Majestrix Nox watched Sayuri begin her descent into the bowels of the castle then turned back to Sajhiri. "We shall wait for her in the courtyard. The moon is bright tonight and I wish to gaze upon my stars."Sajhiri glanced at Sayuri's retreating back for a moment before nodding to Nox. "Yes Majestrix, as you wish." She escorted the Fey woman back outside to await Sayuri's return. The pull, stronger and more insistent with each step, was drawing Sayuri through the winding corridors of the castle dungeons, past cells long emptied of life, if not of remains. Scattered bones were on display, some dangling in manacles, their hollowness indicated their owners were likely Fey and not human, save for a few exceptions here and there. At the end of the corridor, a heavy iron-banded door seemed to beckon. Sayuri_Nitta The surroundings were not the most comforting or welcoming, but she scarce registered the morbid sight. Not even when a breeze rattled a set of bones, the sound hollow and mocking. Her steps echoed as she drew closer to the wooden door, and she placed a hand on the cold iron that secured the old planks together. She pushed hard on the door, the insistent tugging from within not letting her stop for a mere closed door, and as it creaked open she entered the room beyond. Sajhiri Beyond the door lay what could only be deemed a laboratory of some sort. Iron, twisted into efficient shapes, held vials, bottles, and beakers. Spider webs were strewns about the apparatus, and in the darkest recesses of the room, multi-faceted eyes reflected back the dim starlight coming in from high above. The room itself was two levels, the higher of which, up a short set of stairs, looked to be more of a study, lined with bookshelves and containing a large writing desk against the wall. Above the desk, where the upper part of the room must be above ground, was a stained glass window. On it was depicted a dark castle, very similar to the one Sayuri was standing in, and in front of it, a deadly black widow spider in it's web, the crimson hourglass on it's belly a sure sign of it's species.  The pull towards the window was almost painful now in its insistence. Sayuri_Nitta Sayuri pulled a drifting cobweb off her face, a tiny shudder tracing down her spine. Spiders didnt bother her, but the tickle of long vacated spiderweb was not a pleasant feeling. Free from the still clinging web, she walked into the room proper. She paused to examine some of the dusty apparatus but winced as she felt herself being pulled onwards. Gazing up, faint light filtered through the stained glass window. The deadly creature it pictured gave her a momentary pause but only that, and she was walking up the small set of stairs. Now she stood in front of it, and she held her hands up, the coloured light dancing over her skin as she moved them. She extended a hand, her fingers grazing the glass... Sajhiri As Sayuri touched the window with her fingertips, inside her head a strange, genderless voice, ethereal and cool, spoke. "Do you, Sayuri_Nitta, give freely of your spirit and essence, to free Aranea, daughter of Textor and Tela, of her dread curse?" Sayuri_Nitta Her fingers left the window as if burned when the voice sounded inside her mind. Now she had to make her choice; give of herself so that another may be free. She nodded, finding her voice: 'Yes. I give it freely.' Sajhiri With the agreement made binding, something intangible and invisible seemed to draw out of Sayuri and merge into the window, leaving her with a slight sense of loss. Then the window began to glow with an intense blackness from within, enveloping the glass, then shooting out from the window in weblike strands of liquid, tar-like fluid. At the center of the black liquid web, a ball formed, and the strands curled around it into a tight cocoon pulsing as if alive. Then in an instant the cocoon was gone, leaving a fey child in it's wake, exhausted and disoriented.
 Sayuri_Nitta Sayuri had watched, wide-eyed as the cocoon was weaved, the cocoons material flowing from the window. When it was formed, and then disappeared just as quick she went over to the child, kneeling down and helping her up. 'Hello,' was all she could say right now to this amazing child, smoothing the web like hair from the girls face. Sajhiri In the courtyard above, Nox had a rapturous expression on her face. "Ahhhhh...my alchemist has been freed. We grow stronger by the day, Sajhiri. Soon...soon we shall make our presence known to the accursed Sun Court."Sajhiri grinned malevolently and inclined her head to the dark woman. "Yes Majestrix, and they shall fall before you like wheat before the scythe."
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 8:42 am
14th October 2004It's an odd feeling to once again find myself 'parent' to another child. Even stranger that somewhere in my families line is a tie to Fey. I am Kithain of Aranea, following a missive from I travelled over to Tir Nan Og, (so peculiar that when we travel over our size becomes that of the Fey.) and met with Majestrix Nox. She left me once I had entered Castellum Umbra, and I made the journey into the basement on my own. I say on my own, but I was pulled by something inside. The basement led into a strange laboratory, above which was a stained glass window, depicting an image of a black widow spider. I was drawn towards it, and touching it I was asked if I would give freely of what was needed to release Aranea. After agreeing, something very peculiar happened. A substance streamed from the window, making a cocoon that lasted only briefly. When it had gone a little fey girl was in its place, shaking a little from her ordeal. This was Aranea. I picked the child up, and carried her out of the basement. She did not protest, and tucked her head into the crook of my neck, and as I walked I stroked her hair, the fine strands almost like web as they tangled around my fingers. I found myself in what was the living quarter of the Castle, and after several locked rooms found what seemed like an empty bed-chamber. The place was in need of cleaning, and as I walked in, tiny swirls of dust flew up behind me. Aranea struggled as we went into the room proper, and asked to be put down. She pattered around the room, and then went to the end of the large wooden bed. Kneeling, Aranea had wiped away dust with one hand and motioned to me with another. I went over, stooping to see what she had uncovered. It was a red hourglass symbol, like that on the back of the black widow. She told me in halting words, that this was her room. I promised her that I would clean it up and she nodded, closing her eyes and falling into a faint. It seemed that coming her had taken more out of her then I had thought at first. I shook the damp linen on the bed, it will need replacing, taking the excess dust of it and laying her down, making her head rest on my lap. She slept, and after she had begun to dream, her long, long lashes fluttering against her cheeks, I moved from under her head and left her to dream whilst I went around the room, taking note of what needed doing. I should list it here; New curtains. Windows, floors and walls washed down. New bed linen. New rugs. Wax for the furniture.
The furniture looked to be heavy oak. It needs cleaning down, and then a coat of beeswax on it. I was just removing an ancient cobweb when I heard a noise behind me. Aranea had sat up, a strange look on her face. She told me not to remove any of the webs, that only she would do it when she was sure that the spider was done with it. I remember nodding as this odd little speech, as I told her she would need to be here on her own for a while. She simply said she was not alone, her red eyes glittering at me. When I returned back to Gaia, I felt a little guilty at not bringing her with me, but I feel that for a while at least it might be best for her to stay in familiar surroundings.
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Posted: Thu Oct 14, 2004 4:58 pm
Dear Sayuri,
I saw this lantern, and thought that perhaps Aranea would enjoy it? I apologize if I seem presumptuous, but the spiders were simply too significant to pass up. Enjoy!
~Shiaree
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Posted: Fri Oct 15, 2004 2:57 pm
15th October 2004
Aranea uncurled, brushing her hair from out of her face. She sat up from the damp smelling sheets, looking around her room. It was her room, that she was certain of. But little more. Two hands moved over her small face, touching her cool skin. This seemed all so strange. The time trapped; was it real? Everything before when she had appeared on the floor of the laboratory was hazy, and she blinked furiously at the sting of tears. Crying wasnt for her. She slid off the bed, wincing at the stab of cold from the stones, and she pattered across the room. Above an armoire was an ornately framed mirror - but she was too small to see into it. She clambered up the piece of furniture, gripping with four hands, and two feet, using the ornamental carvings to grip onto. Dust clung to the silvery surface and she wiped it away, cleaning her hand on her clothes, leaving a smear of clinging dust. A pale face peered back at her, and she moved a finger over her reflection. Was this what she was like before? Frustrated at not knowing, she gripped the edges of the mirror, it fell easily from the stone, the fastenings had rusted with time. Surprised at its weight, she let it fall and it smashed to the ground, shards of mirrored glass twinkling as they rained down. She jumped down from the armoire, suddenly fearful of what her new Kithain would do when she saw the mess and dove under the musty sheets, curling into a tight, trembling ball again. If she hid, maybe she wouldnt be made to go inside a window again...
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 9:47 am
17th October 2004Sayuri knocked on the door to Aranea's room before entering. Regardless of the fact that the Fey was only a child, she thought that the best way for their relationship to get off to a solid footing was to treat each other with respect. There was no answer however, and she glanced around as she walked inside. Hurrying over to where the mirror lay shattered she crouched, examining the stones. She couldnt see any blood, and she hoped Aranea hadnt been hurt. She inwardly cursed for leaving for the length of time she had and she stood, piling the bags she had been carrying on top of the armoire and went over to the lumped up sheets on the bed. She sat on the end. 'Aranea?' she ventured, watching as the lump trembled, moved and Aranea peeked out from under the sheets. She scrambled from them and onto Sayuri's lap, patting her with all four hands. Sayuri stroked her on the back. 'Are you ok? You didnt get cut did you?' Aranea shook her head, tendrils of her fine hair flying out when she did so. 'What happened?' Sayuri asked quietly. Aranea looked across the room at the remains of the mirror. 'I didnt recognise myself,' she said haltingly. 'I wanted to take the mirror down, but it - was heavier then I thought it would be.' she sighed softly. 'I'm sorry I broke it, dont put me back in the window please?' Aranea said, looking up at Sayuri, her crimson eyes worried. Sayuri almost laughed, but didnt know how the little Fey would take that so instead she gave her a hug. 'I wouldnt even if I knew how,' she said. 'You're free now okay? So dont think on it anymore.' Aranea wriggled out of Sayuri's hold, unused to such displays of affection. She slid off the bed. 'What's in those?' she asked, pointing to the enticing and full of, to her anyway, mystery carrier bags. Sayuri stood, and went over, her shoes crunching a little on mirror-glass shards, picking up the bags. 'Stay over there till I clear this up,' she said, walking back to the bed and putting the bags on the sheets. 'These have new bed linen in them,' she said, putting two of the bags to one side. 'If I put them out on these old sheets they will get dirty.' Aranea nodded, having clambered back onto the bed, eagerly awaiting the emptying of the other bags. Sayuri pulled out the items one by one; 'This can be used when your older, but for now, I thought the motif was fitting,' she said as she placed the sake set down;
 'I thought this was rather cute, but its in a black colour - just in case you aren't into cute,' she said, smiling to herself as the plushie was snatched up;
 'Hallowe'en candy,' Aranea blinked at this. 'Whats Hallowe'en?' she asked, the strange word tumbling off her tongue. 'I'll explain later,' Sayuri said as she handy the candy over;
 'This will make the room smell nice once its lit,' Sayuri explained, unwrapping the gel-incense holder;
 Sayuri smiled as she held up the next two items. 'One is from me, and the other is from Shiaree. She is a Kithain also. And she seems to have had the same idea I did.' Sayuri felt it prudent not to mention that Shiaree was Kithain to a Sun Court fey, she wasnt at all sure if Aranea would accept the gift knowing this;

 She put them to one side, and Aranea picked them up, poking the folds of the lanterns. Sayuri unwrapped another gift; 'This, well this I thought was just fun,'
 Aranea let loose a tiny giggle, turning the globe around in her hands, and watching for the minute bats to fly and the pumpkin to light up. 'And this is to make sure you have good dreams,'

'Ok, those are the fun gifts. I've bought you some stuff - well its more educational, as these are things you can use in alchemy.' Aranea tilted her head. Alchemy - that word sounded familiar. Sayuri put the array of flasks, jars and even a small boiler for Aranea's use.





'Well, you look at these and I'll start cleaning this room. Starting with that mirror glass on the floor.' she stood, leaving Aranea who picked up one of the jars that had weird objects floating in it. She spent a fairly happy time investigating all her gifts whilst around her the room was dusted, washed and wiped.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2004 12:58 pm
Angua had finally discovered the room of the other Fey child in the castle. Not wanting to leave Lupinus alone for too long yet, she set the gift by the door with a note attached, knocked once, quietly, and went down the hall the way she had come. Quote: Sayuri--
Sorry I didn't stay to say hello, but Lupinus was not feeling up to doing much yet. He wants to meet Aranea, so we both stop by again later-or feel free to come by his room as well.
I brought this for Aranea, I hope she likes it:

--Angua
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2004 10:12 am
20th October 2004
Aranea's chamber is finally pretty much liveable now. Hours of cleaning, washing and dusting finally revealed intact flagstones, and well plastered walls. The furniture was also intact, in good condition and looks like new after a good couple of coats of beeswax. The curtains were taken down and replaced, and the one threadbare rug was thrown out and I put down several new, thick pile rugs. The bed linen and mattress have been replaced, only the frame was worth keeping being thick oak. That was also waxed. I bought Aranea a high tog quilt, which she loves to sink into. I think its going to become hard work to get her out of bed from now on! She loves all the new stuff and how her room looks, and I was careful not to clean away any of the webs in there. She must have done it herself at some point as they are now gone. She seemed eager to see me, and liked the gift that had been left outside her room. She showed me the penguin toy, and the note attached. I suggested that we buy something for Lupinus to say thank you, and well she's not really sure about the whole giving and receiving thing. I think being thoughtful of others is a bit of an alien concept to her. Hopefully we will learn, although she is of the Moon Court I do not want her to be cold and introverted.
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Posted: Sat Oct 30, 2004 10:10 am
Quote: Sajhiri Pale light filters through the high windows of the Inner Sanctum of Castellum Umbra. The throne room of Majestrix Nox seemed to always be cast in shadows, as if to spite the light of day. The Moon Court ruler's head was dipped downwards as she peered over a dusty old tome from where she perched elegantly upon her throne of charred and petrified fey bones, black and silvery grey fossils in their deathly states. Her dark hair tumbled over her shoulders, constellations swimming in the ebon locks, moving across each strand independently. Silver braziers are lit to either side of the dais the throne sits upon, and the firelight is reflected off the black marble floor and columns lining the enormous room. Above, the vaulted ceiling holds sinuous shadows amid the painted night sky. Sayuri_Nitta Aranea had left her chambers, tired of waiting fon Sayuri to return to the Castle so that she could do stuff. She hoped to find the laboratory again and see if there were any tomes on alchemy; her Kithain had said that she might find she had affinity for the subjecy. However she had become lost, her size making everything seem faintly intimidating. A hand tangled in the web fine strands of her hair, and she wandered along corridors.Her steps echoed about her and their seemed to be not a living soul about. Eventually her halting path bought her to a large and imposing set of open double doors. She peered inside, looking into the gloom, and she caught sight of the floor. She hurried inside, fascinated at the way it was so dark, but still managed to show a slight reflection of herself. What was this magnificently appointed room for? She padded onwards, and then blinked, as she spied the Fey, seated on her throne. She sucked in a short breath - she had blundered into the Majestrix's chambers? Maybe she could escape before the indescretion was noticed.. Sajhiri Twilight eyes, swirling with stars, rose from the pages of the tome and came to rest on the tiny figure near the doors. A faintly cold smile tinged Nox's lips and a pale hand beckoned to the girl. "Enter child, and speak. I have waited many months for your release and I have many plans for you once you've grown into your gifts..." The woman's voice was rich and touched with a strange detatchment. Sayuri_Nitta Aranea moved forwards, hands clutched together before her. At the foot of the throne, standing before the raised dais she looked up at the Majestrix. 'I - umm..' she gave a bow in her nervousness. 'My gifts Majesty?' she said, looking into Nox's dark eyes. She wondered what a small thing like her could do that would be of use to one of royalty. Sajhiri "But of course...." the Majestrix cooed as she reached out a hand to tilt the girl's chin up so she might study her better. "You father was renowned for his alchemical skills. I bear no doubt that you shall exceed him." Nox's other hand closed the tome and set it aside on a stand. "Tell me how you are adjusting to renewed life, Aranea..." she said quietly. Sayuri_Nitta Aranea nodded carefully, blinking up at the Majestrix. She reached up and patted Nox's cheek with one hand, then withdrew it quickly. 'Sorry,' she mumbled. 'It's odd. I am finding it hard to sleep in a bed mostly. My Kithain has been nice, well I guess as nice as a human can be. But she doesnt understand.' she looked at Nox properly, then down at herself again. 'Why do I look so different from you Majesty?' Sajhiri Nox did not flinch from the cheek patting, though a brow arched at the girl's boldness. She drew back and settled more comfortably into her throne, gesturing to Aranea to sit on the dais. "I see wings upon your back and the traceries of the moon upon your face...why do you think you look different than I, child?" she asked. Sayuri_Nitta Aranea sat on the dais. 'These,' she said, holding up her four hands. 'Mostly.' she had odd thoughts as well, when she saw something living, like a insect she wondered how she could change it, what to do to it that would make it different or better. 'You dont have four of these,' she said, her forehead wrinkling. She knew her Kithain had told her that the window she emerged from formed the image of a black widow spider but couldnt she just have the ability to spin a web? That was cool - she just thought she looked weird. Sajhiri Nox ahhhhed and nodded her head. "A most wonderous and useful blessing, Aranea. You see, your totem is the black widow and she...like you...has 8 appendages. For you it means you have a splendid ability to handle multiple items at once, invaluable to an alchemist who must mix numerous ingredients and scribe their notes. I quite envy you in that respect..." Sayuri_Nitta 'So its useful me looking like this?' she said. Well that was pleasing to hear. She had thought this was just something lingering from the curse. 'But what would you need my skills for?' she asked, curiousity overcoming propriety. Providing that she had any abilities in that area of course. Sajhiri Nox smiled chillily. "Potions are most useful, child, as are poisons. You can accomplish many of the things magics can, in more subtle a manner. Where one might set detections for spells, they oft forget to check for mundane alchemical solutions." Sayuri_Nitta Aranea nodded, drinking in the Majestrix's words. She had a purpose, and she would contributing towards the Moon Court. Even at her age she felt a thrill of pride at this. 'I shall be diligent in my studies.' she said. Sajhiri "I expect no less from you, Aranea. It is your solemn duty to help me eradicate the Sun Court as soon as our numbers are stronger." She glanced up with a frown at the sunlight trying to pierce the heavily curtained windows of the sanctum. "Does your Kithain tend to you properly?" she asked absently. Sayuri_Nitta 'She does,' Aranea nodded. Sun Court? That was odd. That was one thing her Kithain had not mentioned. 'They are our opposite arent they - we are opposed to them, fighting them?' she said, dredging up the memories. Sajhiri Nox nodded, still staring at the window. "They are anethma to us, trying to tame our spirits and make us more like humans...like the docile sheep they themselves have become. We were created to dominate the other races, to feed off their dreams, not to elevate them to our equals..." Sayuri_Nitta 'So I should be making my Kithain do what I wish?' said Aranea, her crimson eyes sparkling a little at that thought. Sajhiri Nox blinked and turned to look at the girl. "Do you not already? They are tools for our use, servants...nothing more than that. Although it sometimes doesn't hurt to let them think they are more." Sayuri_Nitta 'I've been adjusting. I worried that I might be cursed again if I did too much against my Kithain.' she looked worried, worried that she had not been behaving as she had. 'I will remember that.' she said. Sajhiri Nox snorted softly. "The Kithain had naught to do with our curse. It was my mother's bad judgement. She underestimated the wiles of my father." She sighed softly. Sayuri_Nitta Aranea nodded; 'I am glad about that at least.' she mumbled softly. She shifted on the dais, fidgeting a little. She stood again. 'I feel I have taken too much of your time up Majesty,' she said, bowing again. 'I should find the laboratory and study in earnest to be of use to you.' Sajhiri Nox inclined her head slightly. "Very well. If there are any items lacking which you need to have supplied, let Corvus know. He is acting as Seneschal of the castle at this time." With a wave of her hand the Majestrix gave the child her permission to depart. Sayuri_Nitta 'I will, thank you Majesty,' she said, her footsteps taking her swiftly from Nox's presence, her mind awhirl with all that she had learned.
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Posted: Wed Nov 03, 2004 2:48 pm
3rd November 2004
Aranea sat on her bed, watching a spider as it lazily spun its web. She looked down at the book in her lap, trying to work up the enthusiasm for more studying. She rubbed her eyes and looked back down on the passage she was reading on the History of alchemy;
Quote: Alchemy in the Seventeenth and Eighteenth Centuries The first man to teach the chemistry of the human body and to declare that the true purpose of alchemy was the preparation of medicine for the treatment of disease was one Jean Baptista Van Helmont, a disciple of Paracelsus. Van Helmont has been called the "Descartes of Medicine" for his probing philosophical discourses. But he was also an accomplished alchemist. In his treatise, De Natura Vitae Eternae, he wrote: "I have seen and I have touched the Philosopher's Stone more than once. The color of it was like saffron in powder but heavy and shining like pounded glass. I had once given me the fourth of a grain, and I made projection with this fourth part of a grain wrapped in paper upon eight ounces of quicksilver heated in a crucible. The result of the projection was eight ounces, lacking just eleven grains, of the most pure gold." In his early thirties, Van Helmont retired to an old castle in Belgium near Brussels and remained there, almost unknown to his neighbors until his death in his sixty-seventh year. He never professed to have actually prepared the Philosopher's Stone, but he say he gained his knowledge from alchemists he contacted during his years of research. Van Helmont also gives particulars of an Irish gentleman called Butler, a prisoner in the Castle of Vilvord in Flanders, who during his captivity performed strange cures by means of Hermetic medicine. The news of his cure of a Breton monk, a fellow-prisoner suffering from severe erysipelas, by the administration of almond milk in which he had merely dipped the Philosopher's Stone brought Van Helmont, accompanied by several noblemen, rushing to the castle to investigate. In their presence Butler cured an aged woman of "megrim" by dipping the Stone into olive oil and then anointing her head. There was also an abbess who had suffered for eighteen years with paralyzed fingers and a swollen arm. These disabilities were removed by applying the Stone a few times to her tongue. In Lives of the Alchemystical Philosophers (published in 1815), it is stated that prior to the events at Vilvord, Butler attracted some attention by his transmutations in London during the reign of King James I. Butler is said to have gained his knowledge in Arabia in a rather roundabout way. When a ship on which he had taken passage was captured by African pirates, he was taken prisoner and sold into slavery in Arabia. His Arab master was an alchemist with knowledge of the correct order of the processes. Butler assisted him in some of his operations, and when he later escaped from captivity, he carried off a large portion of a red powder, which was the alchemical Powder of Projection. Dennis Zachare in his memoirs gives an interesting account of his pursuit of the Philosopher's Stone during this period. At the age of twenty, he set out to Bordeaux to undertake a college curriculum, and hence to Toulouse for a-course of law. In this town, he made the acquaintance of some students in possession of a number of alchemical books. It seems that at this time there was a craze for alchemical experiments among the students of Paris and other French towns, and this craze caught Zachare's imagination. His law studies were forsaken and his experiments in alchemy began. On his parents' death, having expended all his money on his new love, he returned home and from their estate raised further money to continue his research. For ten years, according to his own statement, after experiments of all sorts and meetings with countless men with various methods to sell, he finally sat down himself to study carefully the writings of the philosophers on the subject. He states that it was Raymond Lully's Testament, Codicil, and Epistle (addressed to King Robert) that gave him the key to the secret. From the study of this book and The Grand Rosary of Arnold de Villanova, he formulated a plan entirely different from any he had previously followed. After another fifteen months of toil, he says "I beheld with transport the evolution of the three successive colors that testify to the True Work. It came finally at Eastertide. I made a projection of my divine powder on quicksilver, and in less than an hour it was converted into fine gold. God knows how joyful I was, how I thanked Him for this great grace and favor and prayed for His Holy Spirit to pour yet more light upon me that I might use what I had already attained only to His praise and honor." In his only writing (titled Opusculum Chemicum), Zachare gives his own personal narrative and states that the Great Art is the gift of God alone. The methods and possibilities of the transmutation of metals and the Elixir as a medicine are also considered. There is also the evidence of John Frederick Helvetius, as he testified in 1666. He made claim to be an adept, but admitted he received the Powder of Transmutation from another alchemist. He wrote: "On December 27th, 1666, in the forenoon, there came a certain man to my house who was unto me a complete stranger, but of an honest, grave and authoritative mien, clothed in a simple garb like that of a Memnonite. He was of middle height, his face was long and slightly pock-marked, his hair was black and straight, his chin close-shaven, his age about forty-three or forty-four, and his native place North Holland, so far as I could make out. After we had exchanged salutations, he inquired whether he might have some conversation with me. It was his idea to speak of the 'Pyrotechnic Art,' since he had read one of my tracts, being that directed against the Sympathetic Powder of Sir Kenelm Digby, in which I implied a suspicion whether the Great Arcanum of the Sages was not after all a gigantic hoax. He took therefore this opportunity of asking if indeed I could not believe that such a Grand Mystery might exist in the nature of things, being that by which a physician could restore any patient whose vitals were not irreparably destroyed. My answer allowed that such a Medicine would be a most desirable acquisition for any doctor and that none might tell how many secrets there may be hidden in Nature, but that as for me -- though I had read much on the truth of this Art -- it had never been my fortune to meet with a master of alchemical science. I inquired further whether he was himself a medical man since he spoke.so learnedly about medicine, but he disclaimed my suggestion modestly, describing himself as a blacksmith, who had always taken great interest in the extraction of medicines from metals by means of fire. "After some further talk the 'craftsman Elias' -- for so he called himself -- addressed me thus: 'Seeing that you have read so much in the writings of the alchemists concerning the Stone, its substance, color, and its wonderful effects, may I be allowed to question whether you have yourself prepared it?' "On my answering him in the negative, he took from his bag an ivory box of cunning workmanship in which there were three large pieces of a substance resembling glass or pale sulfur and informed me that here was enough of his tincture there to produce twenty tons of gold. When I held the treasure in my hands for some fifteen minutes listening to his accounting of its curative properties, I was compelled to return it (not without a certain degree of reluctance). After thanking him for his kindness, I asked why it was that his tincture did not display that ruby color that I had been taught to regard as characteristic of the Philosophers' Stone. He replied that the color made no difference and that the substance was sufficiently mature for all practical purposes. He brusquely refused my request for a piece of the substance, were it no larger than a coriander seed, adding in a milder tone that he could not do so for all the wealth which I possessed; not indeed on amount of its preciousness but for another reason that it was not lawful to divulge, Indeed, if fire could be destroyed by fire, he would cast it rather into the flames. "Then, after some consideration, he asked whether I could not show him into a room at the back of the house, where we should be less liable to observation. Having led him into the parlor, he requested me to produce a gold coin, and while I was finding it he took from his breast pocket a green silk handkerchief wrapped about five gold medals, the metal of which was infinitely superior to that of my own money. Being filled with admiration, I asked my visitor how he had attained this most wonderful knowledge in the world, to which he replied that it was a gift bestowed upon him freely by a friend who had stayed a few days at his house, and who had taught him also how to change common flints and crystals into stones more precious than rubies and sapphires. 'He made known to me further," said the craftsman, 'the preparation of crocus of iron, an infallible cure for dysentery and of a metallic liquor, which was an efficacious remedy for dropsy, and of other medicines.' To this, however, I paid no great heed as I was impatient to hear about the Great Secret. The craftsman said further that his master caused him to bring a glass full of warm water to which he added a little white powder and then an ounce of silver, which melted like ice therein. 'Of this he emptied one half and gave the rest to me,' the craftsman related. 'Its taste resembled that of fresh milk, and the effect was most exhilarating.' "I asked my visitor whether the potion was a preparation of the Philosophers' Stone, but he replied that I must not be so curious. He added presently that at the bidding of his master, he took down a piece of lead water-pipe and melted it in a pot. Then the master removed some sulfurous powder on the point of a knife from a little box, cast it into the molten lead, and after exposing the compound for a short time to a fierce fire, he poured forth a great mass of liquid gold upon the brick floor of the kitchen. The master told me to take one-sixteenth of this gold as a keepsake for myself and distribute the rest among the poor (which I did by handing over a large sum in trust for the Church of Sparrendaur). Before bidding me farewell, my friend taught me this Divine Art.' "When my strange visitor concluded his narrative, I pleaded with him to prove his story by performing a transmutation in my presence. He answered that he could not do so on that occasion but that he would return in three weeks, and, if then at liberty, would do so. He returned punctually on the promised day and invited me to take a walk, in the course of which we spoke profoundly on the secrets of Nature he had found in fire, though I noticed that my companion was exceedingly reserved on the subject of the Great Secret. When I prayed him to entrust me with a morsel of his precious Stone, were it no larger than a grape seed, he handed it over like a princely donation. When I expressed a doubt whether it would be sufficient to tinge more than four grains of lead, he eagerly demanded it back. I complied, hoping that he would exchange it for a larger fragment, instead of which he divided it with his thumbnail, threw half in the fire and returned the rest, saying 'It is yet sufficient for you." The narrative goes on to state that on the next day Helvetius prepared six drachms of lead, melted it in a crucible, and cast in the tincture. There was a hissing sound and a slight effervescence, and after fifteen minutes, Helvetius found that the lead had been transformed into the finest gold, which on cooling, glittered and shone as gold indeed. A goldsmith to whom he took this declared it to be the purest gold that he had ever seen and offered to buy it at fifty florins per ounce. Amongst others, the Controller of the Mint came to examine the gold and asked that a small part might be placed at his disposal for examination. Being put through the tests with aqua fortis and antimony it was pronounced pure gold of the finest quality. Helvetius adds in a later part of his writing that there was left in his heart by the craftsman a deeply seated conviction that "through metals and out of metals, themselves purified by highly refined and spiritualized metals, there may be prepared the Living Gold and Quicksilver of the Sages, which bring both metals and human bodies to perfection." In Helvetius' writing there is also the testimony of another person by the name of Kuffle and of his conversion to a belief in alchemy that was the result of an experiment that he had been able to perform himself. However, there is no indication of the source from which he obtained his powder of projection. Secondly, there is an account of a silversmith named "Grit," who in the year 1664, at the city of the Hague, converted a pound of lead partly into gold and partly into silver, using a tincture he received from a man named John Caspar Knoettner. This projection was made in the presence of many witnesses and Helvetius himself examined the precious metals obtained from the operation. In 1710, Sigmund Richter published his Perfect and True Preparation of the Philosophical Stone under the auspices of the Rosicrucians. Another representative of the Rosy Cross was the mysterious Lascaris, a descendant of the royal house of Lascaris, an old Byzantine family who spread the knowledge of the Hermetic art in Germany during the eighteenth century. Lascaris affirmed that when unbelievers beheld the amazing virtues of the Stone, they would no longer be able to regard alchemy as a delusive art. He appears to have performed transmutations in different parts of Germany but then disappeared and was never heard from again.
She had read with a degree of interest about how alchemy had been used as a curative measure - this Philospher's Stone that was frequently mentioned seemed to be powerful indeed. But could something like that be used for more malovolent purposes? She wasnt sure on that - she needed to do more reading before she started experimenting. She had wondered if there was a way to use the spiders that flocked into her room, to change the benign ones into something with a more potent bite - not nessecarily to kill, but to incapacitate or render unconscious. It was a curious thought, and one she squirrelled away to refer to later.
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Posted: Thu Nov 04, 2004 10:50 pm
Lupinus had been exploring hallway after hallway, and he'd finally circled back toward his room when he saw Aranea's door. He remembered it, because he'd gotten his Kithain to show him where it was; he was good at creating mental maps, he'd discovered, something that was proving useful already. If he knew his way around better than Angua, she wouldn't be able to follow him when he wanted to explore. He walked up to Aranea's door and knocked once, thinking of how long it had been since he'd seen another Fey as he waited.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 7:03 am
Aranea looked up from where she had been coaxing a spider into a glass jar, and at her movement it scuttled away. She put the jar down on her armoire with small bang, walking over to her door, Opening it a mere crack, she peered out, then pulled it open more when she saw it was another Fey. 'Yes?' she demanded, brushing her fine hair out of her face.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 9:58 am
Lifting his chin, Lupinus regarded the girl in silence, wondering why exactly he was here anyway. His tail lashed impatiently, and he replied, "I'm Lupinus. Heard about you the other day. Got nothing else to do." He stepped forward, peering over her shoulder. "Can I come in?"
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 12:08 pm
'I guess so..' she said, opening the door enough to let him in. She regarded him coolly, shutting the door behind him and walking over to the tall oak bookshelf that dominated one side of her bed-chambers. In front of it were two carved chairs, with thickly stuffed cushions on each seat. They were arranged by a table, it was covered in papers and books on alchemy. She hurried over to the table, tidying things from prying eyes. Turning back to him, two hands on her hips, and another entwined in her hair, she watched him with crimson eyes. 'I am Aranea.'
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 2:00 pm
Entering the room, Lupinus watched as Aranea rearranged things on her table, mostly papers and books from what he could see. She was looking at him with the same, cool expression he'd been attempting, he noticed; his left hand traced the fur lining on his collar, and he stared back at her. When she told him her name, he nodded, and pointed to her now-tidied table.
"What's that stuff for? Books and things." He paused, then thought to ask, "And where'd you get books anyway? I couldn't find any."
Not that he'd looked very hard... in fact, he hadn't thought of looking for books at all until just now; he had a vague memory of someone trying to make him read, and himself arguing he didn't want to.
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Posted: Fri Nov 05, 2004 2:50 pm
She sat on one of the seats, giving him a little motion that meant he could do the same if he wanted. 'I'm - studying,' she said simply, not entirely sure how much she should tell him. 'My library was stocked by my Kithain.'
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