The Divination Ritual

A really young apprentice waits out of the office of the Jabbuk M'elzar d'Illusion, holding a box that is sealed with powerful magic protections,that would trigger in the case that it is opened by anyone else than the person it is intented to. The apprentice, though highly tempted, resists to examine what lies within, knowing that a slow death would be the result of his disobediance. Or even worse...His mistress is not known for being merciful. He patiently waits there, with trempling hands.

Inside the box, lies a scroll written in an ancient language that Elisee Devlin was taught by her Jabbuk Raye K'han Devlin, secure from being read from most of the Sorcere Masters but the most educated ones. On the scroll is written:

"Jabbuk,

After two weeks of preperations, the Divination Ritual dos ordered is ready to be excecuted and usstan am powerfull enough to guarandee that the result will be satisfying. Usstan wish to apologize for wasting precious time on the preperations, but sacrifices of students that were really promising were absolutely necessary for experiments that will increase the chances of the success of the ritual, and taking care of covering all our preperations in the shadows was highly important. Usstan also wish to apologize for all the secrecy and for avoiding to try to send dos a message by communicating with dos mind directly, but there may be suspicious ears and minds and we cannot afford our plans revealed now.
The ritual is ready to begin by the moment dos return to the Sorcere. Dos know how to contact usst,

dos Wanre"


At the same moment, deep in an isolated room in the depths of the Sorcere's basement, Elisee D'evlin patiently casts a complicated spell alone, trying to keep practicing as long as possible before the moment that the ritual starts.Yes she needs to keep practicing, as she knows well that patience will widen her skills in her divinations...It will reduce the possibilities of failure. But she is uneasy, as deep in her mind she knows that these possibilities are always there...After the spell is done, and she feels the expected results empowering her mind, she opens again her old dusty tome, on the page where the spell is written, with every detail..the spell "Contact Other Plane".

The young jaluk student waits for some time before there is even a hint of activity behind the Jabbuk M’elzar d’Illusion’s office door. A guarding shadow spider passes though the hall, once, and he is very careful to not disturb it’s rounds.

As the hours pass, the student becomes more concerned, for he dare not leave this assignment, his jabbress would surely know, and she has earned the reputation of having many young students whom are never seen again.

For a moment, it seems as if time stands still. The waves cast by the magical dim green lights of the Master’s hall pause, then skip a beat shifting from where they should have fallen to a new angle, without crossing the space between.

Shaking his head to clear the loss of concentration and tiredness that a long wait so often brings, the student reassures himself that it was merely his eyes, still trying to adjust to the regular light found within the Sorciere. Reading with light is something eh may never grow accustomed to, but all of the students, fearn, sargtlin and yath’abban alike are forced to learn the skill within these walls.

As he settles back into his task of waiting, a voice in the dark is heard

“Dos may enter now”

The whispered voice is flat, without inflection, yet the student is still startled. Rumors of his jabbress Master, the Shade briefly dance through his head. He cannot hide his revulsion to what he has heard. ‘This Master of Illusions is but an illusion himself’ he thinks to comfort himself. No longer a true drow, yet not undead a half-being made of blackness, it cannot be true.

The office door slides away, revealing and small office filled with unidentifiable things, twisted and living, plant-like but not of this world. Bookshelves filled with tomes and artifacts, and heavy dust, long untouched by any hand.

“Place what dos have to give upon the desk”

The student looks about quickly, but still there is no one there. Regaining his composure, the student answers the voice, “Xas Jabbuk” as he places the box on the black wood top.

“From whom is this from?”

“It is from my jabbress, M’elzaress Eilesse Dev’Lin”

The student, feeling unsure of what to do next bows towards the desk and begins to back out of the small room.

The door slides shut smoothing and without noise, just before the young jaluk is able to back across the thresh hold.

“Jabbuk?”

Shadows twitch… and he is never seen again…