[Azurite]

Season of Summer Era II
Era XIV Post Fractum
Month of Optia
Brightening 37

"We cannot ignore this issue any longer. It has gone on far longer then any of us wished it to, we must put an end to it now." The Lord Ikos and Arcane member of the Council of Eight, Eleändur Luviel spoke up from within his rosewood chair. His violet hair pulled back allowing the grimace on his face illumination.

"You know more then the others that we have not ignored this issue, we have simply been at a loss as of what to do. The reason we are meeting today, forgoing the scheduled dates for this one." Glioca U'sionayl, Lady of Druidism and Thane of Silrosia, her kind voice soothing the flame that was building within the arcane wielding warrior.

"Then the question at hand is, has any one of us figurec some way to end the arcane block?" It was young Sindl Nluolian that spoke next, Lord of Mysticism. The young lord his hands steepled before him as he sat on the edge of his seat. Eyes the color of a glaciers heart took one look around the room in hope, then diminished the others sitting silently. "My question is answered then."

"All we know is that the condition appears to be growing worse the longer it continues. If we cannot find a way to stop it soon we might lose our link forever." Valarwen U'sionayl, Lady of Necromancy, spoke up in her fiery voice so that all others looked sharply at her. "You know this to be true, at first it was one or two tries to cast, now it is four or five times before I can cast the simplest initiate spell. How long before our ability leaves us forever, an era or less? I for one am unwilling to live without the power to protect my house and our home." Known as a passionate woman she was able to stir the hearts of all that listened to her words.

"How?" The raspy voice of Hiriam Alicros, Lord of Thaumaturgy and seat of Religion on the council of eight, cut through the silence after Valarwen. The elderly human sat stooped in his high backed chair looking all the worse for wear. "We know very little about this, aside from the fact that it has weakened the barrier around the Blackbarch. What else if any has been surmised?"

"It is safe to say that we are still drawing a blank. It continues to circle back to the Crown no matter which way I look at it." Glioca her eyes closed to the rest of the Circle sat silent for a moment. "The Crown, forged for Moonstone by the hand of Car'hilan Anulindrael, seems to be a key point within this turmoil. The source for the treacherous Dhor'csar returning to our home from exile." She finished the others looking at her blankly.

A slight inhalation of breath emanating from the chair of the elderly human. "You cannot know for sure that the Crown has anything to do with this." The saggy skin around his eyes hiding any of the emotions within. "For all we know it could be a simple adornment made of precious metals and jewels." His throat straining with tension as he spoke.

"You know this to be untrue, Hiriam. You yourself have felt the power hidden within the item, you cannot deny that. We simply need more time to study the design of the Crown and the weaves that have been placed within it. A task that I myself have had little luck with." Glioca always the voice of hope once again spoke. Her violet eyes looking carefully at Hiriam as he spoke.

"Then perhaps take relief in allowing another member of the Circle to take the Crown into their hands. Let another share the load that you have so far decided to take upon yourself and you alone. We are here to work together Glioca, allow us to help you." Soft voiced Sindl voiced his concern for the Emerald Mother. "I suggest that Father Hiriam be given the task to conduct the next phase of study on the Crown. He has held his seat on this council for longer then any other and his power of the life giving Thaumaturgy is unrivaled within our city." A motion of his delicately strong hands towards Alicros.

"I second that." The Lord of Ikos spoke.

"I will go along with what you decide Glioca." The Lady of Necromancy looking to her beloved friend and sister.

"Then it is done. We will give the Crown of Moonstone to Father Hiriam Alicros, Lord of Thaumaturgy. Our hope is in you now Hiriam, do your best to find all that you can for the sake of Silrosia." Glioca placing the Crown on the large ebony table.

"This meeting is now adjourned. We will meet again within two cycles to review all that Hiriam has found out." Standing up Glioca vanished instantly, followed quickly by all members except the human.

"Such a large weight to be placed upon shoulders such as these." Shaky legs had taken him to the spot before the Crown. "I only hope that I am able to do you justice Glioca." A quick gasp of air and a short ragged laugh escaped his cracked lips. With that he too vanished from the unknown chambers of the Aesoteric Circle.