Ch 22: Journal

It is rare that a man in the Morrow family is born without purpose. I found mine the first time I visited the Union city of Arcthiss and saw the extent of what magic could do. From then on I knew it was the only thing that mattered.

• Deciphered Journal of Victor Morrow

Solomon worked the cipher carefully. He’d kept his notes on it and one of his uncle’s journals, that he’d guessed was the first of them based on where it had been in the stack and the general formatting of it. He worked until he had the first paragraph completed and read through it.

Entry 1:

Due to the nature of the rituals and magics which I intend to explore, I must make a record of who I am, and what I have done. Much of what I will experiment with can have a damaging effect on the mind. You can so easily lose chunks of yourself, of your mind. By writing down my history I hope to fortify my mind and preserve a core of myself in the event part of me is lost.

Solomon smiled. He was right. The timeline they’d given for the Hermit’s last appearance at the Arcana meeting, the mentions of his mana being similar, and the statue taking him to the meeting in the first place. He read the paragraph again, trying to determine if he’d made any mistakes, but there was no way an incorrect deciphering could’ve come up with that same kind of clarity. He frowned, wondering exactly what kind of spells his uncle had been talking about. He also wondered how his uncle had been so certain no one would attempt to use his hermit moniker to decipher his journal. The Arcana meetings seemed anonymous, but given what he’d seen of his uncle so far he didn’t seem the type to trust appearances. Death had explicitly stated that she could kill him and he believed her. That meant that the anonymity had to be limited.

Too excited to go back to sleep, he spent the rest of the morning deciphering his Uncle’s journal. It was slow, tedious work, but he knew there would be answers within it. When the light was coming through his window clearly he reviewed what he’d deciphered, paying close attention to anything that would be immediately helpful. A lot of it was focused on how he’d developed his interest in magic and what had led him to directly seeking it out. That was interesting, but not exactly what he’d been looking for. A few passages stood out to him.

Entry 5:

I knew I was not the only one without magic who was seeking it. The allure of that kind of power and knowledge is too much to let the Union keep one from it. I found myself joining a number of esoteric brotherhoods and lodges. Some of them seemed to have found genuine power of a kind, such as enchanted objects, or demonic pacts, things that didn’t necessarily require your own mana to access. Most of these turned out to be dead ends though, and many were raided by the Union. I didn’t manage to find any truly useful groups until I came across the unnamed and the Arcana, but that didn’t happen until years later.

His uncle’s early search for magic seemed very fraught, but he never slowed or stumbled in his pursuit of it. His obsession reminded Solomon of his own. He quickly wrote the ciphered letters representing Arcana on a piece of note paper, as well as Spell, Grimoire, and Death. He shivered a little as cold air surrounded him and took a moment to grab a robe from the closet before returning to the journal. He skipped along a few entries detailing his uncle’s creation of the Volk Magic grimoire before he reached another that had caught his eye earlier.

Entry 9:

It had taken some serious time and effort to acquire my first real spellbook. I had to work through dealers, spend enormous amounts of my stipend, and risk a few very dangerous meetings with a Union scholar that owed too much in gambling debt. It allowed me to obtain Basic Spells and Foundational Magics. A lot of the information within was along the lines of what I’d learned from hedge mages I’d discovered, but far more precisely detailed. It gave me an excellent framework from which to develop the rest of my understanding. I remember hiding it in a specially made safe sealed under my floorboards. Of course, that hiding place became unnecessary after I found the Repository.

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Solomon frowned. What was the Repository? He carefully wrote down the word when ciphered, reviewing what it looked like, then he looked at the overall list of words he’d prepared. As much as he’d like to be deliberate and go through each journal one at a time, he needed to be able to offer at least one spell to the Arcana within a week. He also needed to prioritize any information that would be immediately useful. He did find it interesting that two of the first things his uncle had discovered in his search, Volk Magic and Basic Spells and Foundational Magics were what he had found as well. It likely wasn’t coincidence, perhaps his Uncle had kept them around for sentimentality’s sake.

There was a knock on the door. He carefully took all of his work materials and put them back into his desk before responding to it.

“You may enter.”

Melissa entered, wearing her usual formal black suit.

“Good morning Lord Morrow. Breakfast is on its way, but you wanted me to remind you that you have your planned lunch with Dame Pryor this afternoon.”

Solomon nodded. “Thank you Melissa. Has Duncan gone to pick up the temporary workers?”

“Yes lord.”

“Perfect, thank you.”

She bowed before pausing.

“That’s a good color on you sir. I favor the purple, but it’s good to have some variety.”