The Arts of Vrăjitorie in Marsae
The following describes a common view on the arts of vrăjitorie, or witchcraft and sorcery in Marsae, this is the typically understanding of a Marsaen layman.
A Taste of Marsae
As the father approached the secluded shack, discomfort sat heavily within him like a cold stone. It was the only way he could foresee that his sickened daughter could live. Standing at the entrance he wrapped three times on the grimy stone wall and waited. Surely mages aren’t all cunning and deceptive, are they? Perhaps this one is different? But Heladar the innkeeper swears that his great grandfather had been healed from certain death by one, during the Battle of Scyanne. It did not matter at any rate, he loved his daughter and he’d pay any price he had to. She was all he had left.
“Enter” croaked a thin, dry voice from within.
The man pushed the damp, heavy canvas sheet aside as peered into the dimly lit interior then proceeded. It was warm and humid within, and it smelt of a combination of cinnamon and burnt wood. The father could not help but to notice the intensity of each step he took along the short corridor, snow sodden boots upon hardened dirt. His cheeks and forehead were licked by the hot, humid air and he was forced to pull down his winter scarf for air. Standing in the doorway, he looked upon the mage from behind, he could feel each pulse of his heart forcing blood through seemingly constricted arteries. Long, wild hair appeared to be attempting to escape the bindings of its intricate, black lace weave as it hung behind the shadowy figure. The fire in the centre of the room cast dancing shadows of doubt upon the walls and within the man’s stomach, accompanying his cold stone.
“Did you bring it?”
The man’s mouth dry, as sweat beaded across his forehead. His discomfort was increasing to the point of nausea which he pushed down, deep within.
Show no fear. Do not drop your guard. Be awake to the deception.
With a solid clunk, the bag he was holding was tossed to the ground between them.
“Good, then we can begin.”