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FleetCaptainT at 16:37, 18 May 2017

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	''In the ~~Year of the Reader, 2054~~:''		''Sometime after the Britayan war:''

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Wiz Ardon, the Peculiar Enchanter: Adding categories

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	''In the Year of the Reader, 2054:''		''In the Year of the Reader, 2054:''

	~~Â A~~		A
	single glass paned window remained lit on Mrenin Street, in the perpetually		single glass paned window remained lit on Mrenin Street, in the perpetually
	medieval town of Scottar, Britay. Â The light had lit up at dusk, and		medieval town of Scottar, Britay. Â The light had lit up at dusk, and
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	autumn nightâs cold snap.		autumn nightâs cold snap.

	~~Â Inside~~		Inside
	the room, beside a long desk slouched a thin man, one hand gripping the monocle		the room, beside a long desk slouched a thin man, one hand gripping the monocle
	over his right eye, and the other holding open a book in front of him.		over his right eye, and the other holding open a book in front of him.
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	yellowed pages stripped of protection.		yellowed pages stripped of protection.

	~~Â The~~		The
	manâs eyes squinted in the dim light of the room, until another set of hands,		manâs eyes squinted in the dim light of the room, until another set of hands,
	dark, smooth, and dainty appeared. Â They tended the depleted candlelamp,		dark, smooth, and dainty appeared. Â They tended the depleted candlelamp,
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	relit it with theÂ ''click''Â of an electric lighter.		relit it with theÂ ''click''Â of an electric lighter.

	~~Â âMany~~		âMany
	thanks, Elspeth.â muttered the man, his name being Morgan. Â His eyes never		thanks, Elspeth.â muttered the man, his name being Morgan. Â His eyes never
	left his parchment, and now with his light renewed, he could discern the words		left his parchment, and now with his light renewed, he could discern the words
	much better.		much better.

	~~Â Morgan~~		Morgan
	continued his reading, effectively disregarding the presence of his assistant,		continued his reading, effectively disregarding the presence of his assistant,
	until she reminded him, âItâs nearly midnight. Â You really should get to		until she reminded him, âItâs nearly midnight. Â You really should get to
	bed. Â Youâve been reading for hours.â		bed. Â Youâve been reading for hours.â

	~~Â He~~		He
	turned a page. Â âIâm nearly finished with this last addendum.â		turned a page. Â âIâm nearly finished with this last addendum.â

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	barely responded with more than a twitch. Â âMorgan?â		barely responded with more than a twitch. Â âMorgan?â

	~~Â He~~		He
	half nodded. Â âYes. Â This isÂ ''Original History''. Â I		half nodded. Â âYes. Â This isÂ ''Original History''. Â I
	know itâs illegal. Â But I must find the truth. Â The last king of		know itâs illegal. Â But I must find the truth. Â The last king of
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	to rule a land riddled with natural disasters....â		to rule a land riddled with natural disasters....â

	~~Â At~~		At
	Elspeth's touch of his shoulder, Morgan sat up suddenly and blinked several		Elspeth's touch of his shoulder, Morgan sat up suddenly and blinked several
	times. Â It took a few tries, but he turned his neck to face her, putting		times. Â It took a few tries, but he turned his neck to face her, putting
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	chair. Â âWhat time is it?â		chair. Â âWhat time is it?â

	~~Â âNearly~~		âNearly
	midnight,â Elspeth repeated, confirming the time with a glance to her		midnight,â Elspeth repeated, confirming the time with a glance to her
	wristwatch. Â âActually it is midnight now, just about.â		wristwatch. Â âActually it is midnight now, just about.â

	~~Â Stifling~~		Stifling
	a yawn, Morgan stood up and stretched. Â âI think Iâll make some tea, then		a yawn, Morgan stood up and stretched. Â âI think Iâll make some tea, then
	Iâll head up. Â Thanks for keeping me sane.â		Iâll head up. Â Thanks for keeping me sane.â

	~~Â âAnytime~~.â		âAnytime.â
	Elspeth said. Â âSee you tomorrow, if you're still alive by then.â		Elspeth said. Â âSee you tomorrow, if you're still alive by then.â

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	'''Â '''		'''Â '''

	~~Â Britay~~		Britay
	was only one of the nine known lands on planet Militiregnum. Â The other		was only one of the nine known lands on planet Militiregnum. Â The other
	were Ankoria, Aquila, Easterland, Elepharia, Morcia, Norden, Sutherlany in the		were Ankoria, Aquila, Easterland, Elepharia, Morcia, Norden, Sutherlany in the
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	'''Â '''		'''Â '''

	~~Â As~~ he		As he
	sipped his tea, Morgan considered the electric lighter he held in his hand.		sipped his tea, Morgan considered the electric lighter he held in his hand.
	Â It constantly malfunctioned, just like the automobiles, wheeled		Â It constantly malfunctioned, just like the automobiles, wheeled
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	>>Next Suggested Story>> [[The Adventures of the Peculiar Enchanter: Paths to Redemption\|<u>The Adventures of the Peculiar Enchanter: Paths to Redemption</u>]]		>>Next Suggested Story>> [[The Adventures of the Peculiar Enchanter: Paths to Redemption\|<u>The Adventures of the Peculiar Enchanter: Paths to Redemption</u>]]
	[[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]		[[Category:The Additional Manuscripts]]
	~~[[Category:Stories by Talmid]]~~
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	have time to keep reading and continue his research. Â Â He would dwell		have time to keep reading and continue his research. Â Â He would dwell
	on his curse then.		on his curse then.

			>>Next Suggested Story>> [[The Adventures of the Peculiar Enchanter: Paths to Redemption\|<u>The Adventures of the Peculiar Enchanter: Paths to Redemption</u>]]
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	on his curse then.		on his curse then.
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Written by Sir Talmid

I have no idea when it was first posted.

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''In the Year of the Reader, 2054:''

Â A
single glass paned window remained lit on Mrenin Street, in the perpetually
medieval town of Scottar, Britay. Â The light had lit up at dusk, and
remained alight well after the town hallâs towering clock building signalled
the eleventh hour after noon, when the rest of the town had descended into
slumber. Â Behind the glass was a warm room, perceptible only in its dark
orange, firelit coloration, with all other details hidden by the frost of that
autumn nightâs cold snap.

Â Inside
the room, beside a long desk slouched a thin man, one hand gripping the monocle
over his right eye, and the other holding open a book in front of him.
Â Many more books lay about him on the desk in two distinct piles, some
open and some closed, some bound in aging leather and some existing only as
yellowed pages stripped of protection.

Â The
manâs eyes squinted in the dim light of the room, until another set of hands,
dark, smooth, and dainty appeared. Â They tended the depleted candlelamp,
replacing the old wax with a newÂ ''LongLife DuraglowÂ ''candle, and
relit it with theÂ ''click''Â of an electric lighter.

Â âMany
thanks, Elspeth.â muttered the man, his name being Morgan. Â His eyes never
left his parchment, and now with his light renewed, he could discern the words
much better.

Â Morgan
continued his reading, effectively disregarding the presence of his assistant,
until she reminded him, âItâs nearly midnight. Â You really should get to
bed. Â Youâve been reading for hours.â

Â He
turned a page. Â âIâm nearly finished with this last addendum.â

Elspeth
leaned over his shoulder, quickly scanning the paper. Â âThis is Ancient
Ankorian parchment, 15th Century.â she noted. Â âFrom before King Garastâs
venture - before the Sorcerer's reign, even. Â How did you get this? Â ''Original HistoryÂ ''needs a license to study.â Â She turned to Morgan, who
barely responded with more than a twitch. Â âMorgan?â

Â He
half nodded. Â âYes. Â This isÂ ''Original History''. Â I
know itâs illegal. Â But I must find the truth. Â The last king of
Ancient Ankoria is dying, and indeed he is the last, since his daughter refuses
to rule a land riddled with natural disasters....â

Â At
Elspeth's touch of his shoulder, Morgan sat up suddenly and blinked several
times. Â It took a few tries, but he turned his neck to face her, putting
down his monocle. Â âSorry.â he said with a short laugh. Â âThe books
must have caught me again.â Â He closed his eyes and leaned back in his
chair. Â âWhat time is it?â

Â âNearly
midnight,â Elspeth repeated, confirming the time with a glance to her
wristwatch. Â âActually it is midnight now, just about.â

Â Stifling
a yawn, Morgan stood up and stretched. Â âI think Iâll make some tea, then
Iâll head up. Â Thanks for keeping me sane.â

Â âAnytime.â
Elspeth said. Â âSee you tomorrow, if you're still alive by then.â

Â She left the room through the apartmentâs short hallway, and Morgan
followed, splitting off for the dinette while she went upstairs. Â He
raised a stainless steel bucket from theÂ ''RefrigerWellÂ ''built
into the counter, poured the water into a kettle, and set it over the kitchenâs
wood stove. Â After a few attempts with an electric lighter, a spark of
flame shot out and set the wood alight.

While the
water brewed, Morgan returned to contemplating his studies. Â The last book
heâd been reading was a pikemanâs account, from the party of Garast I the
Fearsome, which took Ankoria from the Sorcerer who ruled previously. Â In
revenge, the Sorcerer had put a curse on the land, and the entire region became
a parched, dilapidated place. Â After a minute, the kettleâs whistling
drove Morgan from his thoughts, and he poured himself some tea, before he
continued his thinking. Â He had a theory involving his landâs perpetually
medieval state: maybe, a long time ago, someone had cursed Britay and the rest
of the known world around it too, to a state of technological stoppage.

'''Â '''

Â Britay
was only one of the nine known lands on planet Militiregnum. Â The other
were Ankoria, Aquila, Easterland, Elepharia, Morcia, Norden, Sutherlany in the
Southern Isles, and Karribea across the provenly crossable Uncrossable Sea.
Â All the lands were currently in a union, called the Amalgamated Lands,
ruled by a powerful fellow called âThedude,â who introduced modern technology
and information about other worlds to Militiregnum. Â It was also Thedude
who outlawedÂ ''Original History'', which encompassed everything before
the planetâs recorded third millennium. Â It wasnât without trepidation
that Morgan disregarded that ruling.

'''Â '''

Â As he
sipped his tea, Morgan considered the electric lighter he held in his hand.
Â It constantly malfunctioned, just like the automobiles, wheeled
contraptions that were once methods of transportation. Â Thedude introduced
them in the mid 2020s, but according to modern, legal historical accounts, they
all stopped working. Â ''As if'', Morgan thought,Â ''the world itself repulsed them''.

He almost
wanted to go back to his study, leave the fireplace and the''Â DuraGlow''Â candle
lit, and continue reading. Â He still had more books to read, hopefully to
add depth to his minimal knowledge of magic, enchantment, and curses.
Â They included tales of the ancient Morgai, human wielders of dark magic,
and their relations with the mythical elves. Â He also had accounts of the
Last Sorcerers of the Third Millennium, a group of enchanters who, like all
other aspects of magic, disappeared from history with the formation of
Thedudeâs Amalgamated Lands.Â

''But what in the world will all this do for me?''Â Morgan thought glumly.
Â He was an unlicensed reader ofÂ ''Original History'', so he could
never share his thoughts and findings with anyone else, except for Elspeth, who
he trusted dearly. Â He was pretty confident in his theory, and at most a
conclusion should calm his mind... but would it? Â Would he want to live in
a land cursed to remain ancient and technologically challenged? Â He
doubted he could leave even if he wanted,Â ''if the curse ensures all means of leaving the planet were inoperable''.Â

''But'',
Morgan knew, Elspeth was right, as the time for staying up had long ended.
Â It was late beyond feasibility, and he needed his energy for another day.
Â He finished his tea with a final sip, and let his eyes droop. Â Now
was the time for him to extinguish the flames, go to his room, and sleep.
Â Tomorrow, after he woke up, went to work, and returned, then he would
have time to keep reading and continue his research. Â Â He would dwell
on his curse then.