THE WIZARDS PRESERVE
"They art Wizards with strong magicks;
Crossing the Veil and plotting the tragic...."
--Wizards Wall, canto iii
Patron Deities: Goddess Kali and Goddess Mahakala
Purpose; The Wizards Preserve purpose tis to perpetually transform life into a fascinating dance of death in accordance to the rites of their patron Goddesses.
Aobsil,Seat of Power of the Prime
Anjouvar, Dungeons and prison Keep of the Preserve
Geographical Boundaries: Bordered by the Royal Archduchy of Asandir to the South;Davinear Archipelago to the North and to the Northwest, the Northern Reaches;to the West,lies the foreign lands of Avernus.
~Isembold~
Castellan of Aobsil
~Sukeena~
Housekeeper of Aobsil
Slave of Sorceror Nuquernahriv�
~Magister Apothecary~
Stadige Jan
This is the head gardener. He is a man of some importance in Aobsil. Nae only is he responsible for the beautiful surroundings {a sweep of the Castellan's arm indicating the wide green lawns and the splendid flowerbeds} and for providing each ship that calls into Davinear Bay with fresh fruit and vegetables---but he tis also the Anjouvar's executioner.
He towers over yea, and yea look up into his strange pale eyes, imagining the dread sights they hath seen. Then yea glance down at his hands. They art farmer's hands, broad and strong and calloused, the backs covered with stiff bristles. Imagine them holding a spade or a branding iron, a pitchfork or the knotted coil of the strangling cord.
They call him Stadige Jan. Yea hath heard the name spoken in the lands with fascination and revulsion, the way one speaks of a deadly, venemous snake.
"Ja," he nods. "That tis what they call me."
"A strange name. Why?" Yea find his level yellow stare disquieting, as though he tis looking at something somewhere far behind yea.
"Because I speak slowly. Because I never rush. Because I am thorough. Because plants grow slowly and fruitfully under my hands. Because men die slowly and painfully under these same hands." He holds up one for yea to examine. His voice tis sonorous yet melodious. Yea find yeaself swallowing hard, with a stange, perverse arousal.
"We art soon to hath a chance to watch yea work, Stadige Jan." Yea smile slightly breathlessly. "I believe that the dungeons of the Anjouvar art full of rogues awaiting yea ministrations."