Palimpsest: Fagan ab Madoc

 


Fagan ab Madoc: A magus of Jerbiton

I, Gwair ab Madoc, write this story. I choose to tell the tale of my twin brother, Fagan ab Madoc of Jerbiton, and I before we begin the next chapter of our lives. We are currently traveling to the heart of Europe, Switzerland. My brother has told me that he will "hide" these pages when I am finished, to protect all concerned.

We were born in the year ????, sons of Madoc ab Willim a Baron in the Snowdonia region of Wales (Wealth +3). We were raised to be future leaders. Until our tenth year, were we as normal as any others. At this time, certain thing happened which would lead us to believe that we were not like others our age. My brother and I seemed to be able to tell what others were thinking.

One day in late Fall, Fagan and I were riding in the hills, when we got separated. This was not unusual, so I thought nothing was wrong. It was then that I heard my brother, not with my ears but with my mind. He was in danger and needed my help. I rode to him as fast as I could. I got there and saw a large black bear about to kill my brother. He was trapped under his dead horse. He could not move (-1 uncommon fear: being unable to move). I leapt from my horse with sword drawn. Again Fagan spoke to my mind telling me to stop. There was a long pause as Fagan looked the bear directly in the eyes. The bear then backed away and sat down. I was able to free my brother, he had many broken bones (-2 decrepitude). I was able to get him atop my horse, and we made our way home. The strange thing is that the bear sat there and watched us the entire time.

When we got back we told few of the details of what happened. My brother explained how he could read the mind of the bear, and how he saw that the bear had two cubs, was hungry and needed to feed its cubs. Fagan explained how he was able to assure the bear that we would not hurt it or the cubs, we would leave it alone if it moved away. I did not fully believe him, thinking he was delusional from the pain.

One person which took particular interest was an advisor to our father, Constans. He lived within the keep but had separate living quarters from all the other advisors to our father. He would ask us many different questions, about many different things. Sometimes it felt as though he was "inside" our thoughts. Fagan and I enjoyed the time that we spent with Constans. Our father spent little time with us. He did not like Fagan and his peaceful ways (-1 non-combative). He wanted his oldest son to be the great warrior that he was, someone who would be fit to run the lands when he passed on. I tried to be that son for him although I think that he resented the time I spent with Fagan and Constans.

As we were to learn, our father had a habit of inviting beautiful ladies of his land into his private court on a regular basis(-1 infamous family). It was an invitation that could not be refused. Some would remain within the keep for seasons, others remain there still. If they have the misfortune of becoming 'in the family way', they would be forced out. Most having no place to go. Father would deny that any offspring was his, and the good Lord help anyone that tried to press the issue. His temper ran hot, and he would not thing twice about striking a lady. This would infuriate Fagan(-1 weakness: defending beautiful young ladies). On one occasion, Fagan actually defended one such lady in public court. Father jumped from his chair, still holding his knife. I feared that Fagan had gone too far, I could see from the look in fathers eyes that he was beyond rational thought. Fagan stood his ground. Just when it appeared that nothing could stop the inevitable, father stopped, dropped his knife and left the room. Although I never asked, I have always suspected that Constans had something to do with fathers sudden emotional change.

For you see, Constans is a magus of the house Jerbiton a member of the order of Hermes. He had powers and abilities that we had only dreamed of. He wanted to have Fagan and I become his apprentice. We both welcomed the idea. Fagan wanted as little to do with our father as possible, and I wanted to learn about things that I would never learn about trapped within the walls of the keep. Over the years we learned many different things about the mystical world of magic.

Constans is a member of the covenant Mnemosyne which has no permanent location. There are eight other member, all Jerbiton, and all advisors for other nobles. Each member is associated with one of the muses [Calliope-epic poetry; Clio-history; Erato-love poetry; Euterpe-lyric poetry; Melpomene-tragedy; Polymnia-sacred poetry; Terpsichore-choral dance and song; Thalia-comedy; Urania-astronomy]. Within the covenant they are referred to by the name of their muse, with the Redcap Justin the only one who knows for sure the name and location of each member. Lab and lab books are "hidden" in each members living quarters through mentum magic. The eight members are scattered around England, Wales, Scotland and Ireland. Meetings are held every other year and arraigned by Justin, most of the time in a central location for all concerned. Due to the nature of the covenant, no new members are allowed. However members can be replaced but only by someone trained by the replaced member, and must be skilled in the muse that is missing. Constans, and therefore Fagan and Gwair, follow Melpomene, muse of tragedy. Each member devotes his/her life to gathering as much information associated with the muse that they follow. If they come across anything that would fall under another members muse, they are sworn to forward this information onto the appropriate member. Since Justin would only visit every other season or so, I think that each member had an arcane connection with the other members, although it was never revealed to me.

Constans trained Fagan and I. With the passage of each year, we became more knowledgeable. However, during our fifth year a change occurred. Fagan and I had each shown some simple ability, but slowly over time, my ability faded and Fagan's ability grew. It was then that we determined that Fagan had the true gift(+1 gentle gift). We also determined that Fagan was better without my presence in the room(+1 Special Circumstances). When my brother and I are within an arms reach(-1 Del. Circumstances), our minds seem to become one. Sometimes, this does not allow him the proper concentration need to manipulate the forces of magic. Although there are times that it is quite useful, such as dinner in the great hall when Fagan makes fun of our father, and I am the only one to hear him. Or the time that father wanted to take a piece out of Fagan's hide for releasing a young woman from the service of our father without his permission. I was able to warn him that father was looking for him without actually being in his presence, although it tired my terribly.

Over the last couple of years Fagan has had a recurring dream. He is visited by the spirit of Arthur, King of the Britons. Arthur tell Fagan to recover the "Thirteen Treasures of Briton" which are artifacts spread throughout Europe(+1 Driving Goal). Fagan is told by the spirit that the treasures will "give you power and the power to fetch me". He has not revealed much of these dreams to me, but I can see that they are slowly becoming an obsession for him.

Shortly after Fagan passed the gauntlet, Constans gave him a book. The book was bound in leather, with a scene of Arthur, King of the Britons stitched into the cover. Constans told Fagan to write "the truths" that he sees every day into it and it will become a source of great power (+1 Secret vis Source: book). Fagan has done what he was told, and each season he finds in the pages of the book a peppermint leaf, which is made of pure mentem magic.

Over the years I have been able to see my brother grow to the man he is today. He is able to get the respect that is normally reserved for great warriors or kings by the simple way that he deals with people. Most deal with him honestly, and those that don't are often caught within the web of their own lies (+1 Clear Thinking)(+2 Piercing Gaze). He treats men, and especially woman, with honor. He understands that each of us has been given a lot in life, but only together can society function. The peasant must pay the local lord a portion of what has been harvested from the fields, but in return, he gains protection from wandering bands of thieves and cut-throats. Each can not function without the other. It is for this reason that I would follow my brother to the ends of the earth, for he is a person that I would gladly take an arrow(+1 True Friend).

 

Updated on 11/17/98 by grot@nadig.com