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Thursday, 3 July 2014

Sigilian 2

Introducing a new character today!
Tomas is the son of one of the Free Lords of Rin, the smaller unaffiliated islands in the middle of the Torin Island chain.
At some point I will upload a map for you guys.


Tomas folded his newest shirt carefully and placed it into the carryall. He would have his main luggage shipped with him, but he wanted something that was readily accessible, not in the hold of the ship.
So the most fashionable clothes went into here, and the ones that would hold dirt the least well. While he did not care for his appearance as much as some did he wished to make a good impression on his betrothed, the Lady Juniper Aveu Glante.
He did not understand the strange naming convention of some of the Destrian Dukes. To name their daughter “Tree of Light” Darr did not make sense to him, but he would not mention it when he met her.
Her parents and his parents were both fine with it, so he would accept it as well.
His book was last to be placed into his carryall. He had wrapped it in canvas, and then wrapped the ink and pen in separate canvas bundles, but perhaps he should…
Yes, he would.
A few minutes later he was struggling with oilcloth, trying to tie the twine in place without the benefit of someone to help. The servants were for the most part busy in other parts of the house. And they knew that it was potentially dangerous to enter into his room when he was busy; he had fast reflexes when Sketching and had broken a man’s arm by accident the first time he was interrupted.
And so when he did not want to be disturbed he was not, but when he could use the help there was none to be found.
But that did not really matter. Tomas preferred to do things himself anyways. And he didn’t particularly like the help. They were never as careful as he was, never worried about his materials and possessions like they would their own.
So he had packed his trunk by himself, packed his bag by himself, and now packed his carryall by himself.
He had been the one to set his room in order after he packed what he was taking, and he was the one to move what he was not taking off elsewhere, to one of his siblings, or to a place where it could be used in the case of the telescope and clockwork model of the moons. Hopefully someone would take an interest in it and try and learn more about the world that they lived in.
But, people didn’t seem to care about the patterns of the moons and that the three of them were going to converge in four months, or that it was the first time this had happened in a thousand years. Even his siblings only feigned interest.
He had initially picked up the hobby of stargazing from Aline, but she had been dead for twelve years now. It was time for him to stop comparing others to her.
He paused a moment and began to focus his mind, narrow his thoughts until he could slip into the State. It had at first been hard for him, but it seemed that losing his right eye had allowed him to better focus, to better achieve the State. Maybe it was because there were fewer distractions from the real world.
Once he was ready he began to Sketch. He didn’t need the Sigil to bring his carryall downstairs, but if he wanted his trunk to be brought down without servants entering his room that would require some bodily enhancement.
In his mind he pictured the Sigilian, the swirl and half moon shape of the Sigil of Bodily Perfection contained in its circle, the brilliant blue colour of the design.
He traced that shape, Sketched a part of the Sigil.
It took precision and skill to Sketch it correctly, and if he didn’t he would be forced to wait before trying again. Since there was no rush to get his trunk downstairs Tomas took his time, gentling following the half moon again and again.
For a simple task like this he needed more than the Basic, but he also didn’t need to Finish or Complete. He just needed a small boost.
As the crescent moon took shape before him in the air glowing the same blue as the Sigilian in his mind he felt the power begin to hum and fill the room. Soon the Sigil was at breaking point, ready to discharge its power at a single snap of his fingers.
Instead he finished the last stroke and stepped back content to let it slowly bleed the strength he needed. Testing his empowered muscles he began to lift the trunk, slowly so as not to damage himself, and then all the way up.
He’d judged the strength well, not giving himself overmuch, but not too little either. With something delicate like this it never paid to be rash and use his full strength lest he break something.
Maneuvering out into hall he began the slow descent down to the main floor, trunk jutting out ahead of him like some kind of battering ram.
He had almost made it to the ground floor when he heard footsteps racing down the stairs behind him.
Another few steps and he would make it-
“Tomas!”
His sister jumped when she was still a few steps above and landed on his back, arms around his neck.
Overbalancing he had to throw the trunk down the remaining dozen stairs to stop from taking the fall himself.
As it bounced, landed, and spilled open his sister continued to crush him in a hug.
“You’re leaving today Tomas”
“Yes, I know”
“I’m going to miss you Tomas”
“And I’m going to miss you Dania. And mom, dad, Erik, and Tuner”
“But me most of all of course”
“Of course. Could you get down now? You’re strangling me and I need to go repack my trunk”
Once his sister jumped down he allowed himself to slide out of the State. He was proud of the fact that he had maintained it through the disturbance, but it came from long years of knowing he would be tackled by his older sister.
He shot her a smile as he began to pack his things again. Everyone would be down to see what the noise was about in a few minutes, and to say goodbye, but he knew his sister was right. He would miss her most.
“Dania, when are you going to visit your betrothed?”
She leaned against the wall and smirked at him.
“Not any time soon if I have any say in it”
His sister was best described as willowy with long black hair that hung straight, like the leaves of a willow. Blue eyes in an ivory face, she was described by many as beautiful.
She was wearing her customary riding leathers and had an (empty) scabbard at her hip so that she could get used to walking with it.
She was in training to be a Knight of the Land in order to protect those who could not protect themselves, and refused to be married to someone who would not allow her to fulfill those duties.
Their parents were having a lot of trouble finding someone who would fill those requirements and also be a suitable match.
“But you brother, are going to get married very soon now Id imagine! I mean, you’re going to meet her soon, and then she’ll love you and you’ll love her and it’ll be a wonderful marriage. Its not like your gloomy exterior and grim attitude could possibly put her off”
“Dania…I’m going to be a gentleman and try my hardest to be friendly and not ‘gloomy’. And even if we don’t feel anything for each other at first this marriage will strengthen ties with Destria to balance out the marriage of the Hurruns to that Lomwar lord. We need to keep the balance as even as possible, or else there may be a war”
“Yes, and I know that. Just, try and be friendly ok? Smile once or twice even though she isn’t family. And let their servants into your quarters. You can’t afford to be your usual eccentric self  while you’re over there. Right?”
“Right”
“But, if you ever need any help or anything or she gives you grief for being a tad gloomy now and then you send me a letter ok? I’ll jump on the next ship and kick some sense into that loony Light Bush”
“Dania, do not make fun of Tomas’ betrothed”
The two turned to see their father marching in the door.
“She is a kind and pleasant young woman who your mother and I am sure will make Tomas very happy. And of course he will make her very happy as well. Now then, what are you doing packing your things in the middle of the hallway Tomas?”
“Ah, that would be my fault. I hugged him while he was carrying the trunk and it fell and spilled. Promise dad”
Though some of the clothes had picked up a bit of dust from the floor the house was clean enough that being spilled had not done them any harm. As he refolded them his father came over and patted him on the back.
“Tomas, you’ve grown a lot since you were a boy. Since you were betrothed you’ve become such a strong young man, and you have matured. I know that you will make us, and the house, proud”
“Thank you father. It means a lot to hear those words”
He stood and extended his hand to shake, but his father pushed that aside and pulled him into a hug.
“You’ll do just fine son. We all know that”
“Yes, we do. Dania, why are you just standing around, don’t you have something you need to be doing right now?”
“Right, yes mom”
Dania ran back up the stairs as his mother pulled him into another hug.
“Son, we believe in you. You do them an honour by marrying Juniper. You’re the best Sketcher in the house and you’re studious, hard working, and loyal. You deserve more than a Duchess, you deserve a princess of a royal house! Not someone who looks down on the Free Lords”
“Mother, this is what’s best. Its best for the house, best for the Council, and best for the Torin Islands. We don’t want a war, and my marriage will help to prevent one”
“Yes dear, I know. I was the one who set it up if you’ll remember. I just wish that things didn’t have to be this way”
“Dear, nothing is gained by fretting over what cannot be. Now, since neither Erik nor Tuner is on the island when Dania gets back, thats the four us gathered. Its about time for you to be leaving Tomas. You don’t want to keep the ship waiting”
“Of course not father. If they have to wait too long they may leave, and then where will I be? Late for my first meeting with my betrothed. What a fine way to introduce myself”
“Tomas, don’t be so cynical. You’re a fine young man, you’ll make a wonderful first impression”
His mother hugged him again as Dania came running back down the stairs.
“Tomas, I’ve got something for you!”
She leapt the last few steps and thrust a package wrapped in oilcloth into his hands.
“There are five things in there, something from each of us. I just finished mine now, so thats why you didn’t see any of them sooner”
He felt the parcel. It was heavy, and there were definitely multiple things inside of it. His brothers must have sent these by ship for them to be here.
“Should I open it now?”
“Yes!”
His parents nodded encouragement as they stepped back to give him some space.
He flipped the trunk lid closed and sat down on it. He could lock it up or put these inside later.
The oilcloth fell open to reveal five things wrapped in brown paper. He picked up the smallest first.
The paper was thick and crinkled as he unwrapped it. It had an odd smell and was covered in salt stains.
Inside there was a letter wrapped around a pen.
Brother.
So, today’s the big day! I remember when I went off to meet my betrothed. It was such a nervewracking experience, all these emotions, fear about making a good impression, worry that she wouldn’t be kind or someone I’d want to marry, nervousness about letting my parents down, sadness about leaving home…
There was almost too much.
But it all turned out fine. It was an amazing few weeks, the trip by boat, meeting her, and then traveling the island learning about the places where I would be spending so much of my time. And I knew that I could always come visit my family again whenever I wanted, so that dulled the pain of missing you guys.
My point is, stop worrying your gloomy head, and enjoy life! Look forward to the adventure ahead of you, and don’t stop.
Included is a pen. I bought it from a bazaar in Laeros. Its had the Sigil for Shadows Permanently Sketched onto it. Put it to paper and enter the State, and watch, it’ll write with no ink. And the lines it leaves won’t run or bleed and don’t need to dry or be blotted. Its an incredible toy for someone like you who loves to take notes about everything. Use it well ok?
Good luck, and see you when you get home!
Tuner
Tomas took out the pen and looked at it. It was a regular metal tube that came to a point at one end. But, if he entered the State…
As soon as his mind slipped into it he could see thousands of tiny little swirls on the pen’s surface. It had definitely been Permanently Sketched. He would have to look at it in closer detail later.
“Tomas, what is it? I haven’t seen this stuff yet either”
“Its a letter from Tuner and a pen that doesn’t use ink, instead using Permanancied Shadow”
“Whew. That is one expensive trinket!”
“It is. You had better thank your brother when next you see him Tomas”
“Of course Mother. Would you like to see the letter and pen? Don’t use it yet, I haven’t even tried”
As Dania pounced on the pen he began to open the next package.
The paper on this one was from the island, and inside was a beautifully crafted dagger. The scabbard was tooled leather and the blade was forged of pure steel. He could, if he tilted it, see the waves and folds in the metal, signs of true craftsmanship in a Vertari dagger.
A half-basket hilt would guard the hand from any strikes against it but not restrict its range of movement. The bottom of the hilt had the Bern Crest carefully detailed into it.
“Tomas, use it carefully. You’ll be going out into the world now, and you’ll have to travel alone sometimes. Sometimes you’ll have to fight. This is to help you do so. Be wary, and alert, and you’ll be able to make it through anything with a little preparation”
His father walked over and handed him a belt.
“It would have made the package too unwieldy, but that belt is good leather, tanned and prepared so that it won’t weather or break. It should serve you well”
“Thank you Father. I promise you I will use it well, and only when it is necessary, not before then”
“As it always should be, violence as only a last resort”
Setting the dagger down on the trunk (Dania quickly grabbed it up leaving the pen in its place) he turned to the third parcel.
“That one is from me”
He nodded to his mother as he unwrapped it. Inside there was a large pile of cloth.
Standing and shaking it out he found a beautiful green cloak. It was quite heavy and clinked, but when he put it on his hands quickly found the pockets that had been stuffed with gold.
Once those were removed the cape hung nicely and swirled beautifully.
“Its got some waterproofing on it, so it should keep the spray or rain off of you unless its really pouring. Its also got a lot of pockets for anything you could need to carry and has a hood. The coins are for if you need to stay at an inn one night while you’re away”
“Or, by the sounds of them, buy an inn” Dania placed the dagger back down and looked Tomas over with a mock frown on her face.
“I think it needs to be a little lighter to better offset your eyes and while it is beautiful now how long will it last? And more importantly, will the colour match his fashions, and still be in fashion this time next year?”
She winked.
“It looks great Mom, Tomas. It’ll match most of your outfits and looks good with your hair”
“Thank you Mother, and thanks Dania”
He picked up the second last parcel. More exotic paper.
The letter fluttered to the floor as he pulled out a pair of boots.
“Just like Erik to get me boots”
He put his old boots aside and tugged the new ones on.
“They fit well”
He opened the letter and sat down to read.
Tomas
I’m writing this to explain.
Those are indeed boots. They make your feet not get sore when you walk.
They’re good quality, made of good leather and all that, and should last unless you really beat them up. I had the cobbler make them especially for you.
I also hope that they fit, because I put a lot of effort into them.
You know I’ve been practicing my Sketching, almost as much as you. I’m learning about Permanency now, which is fun. So I thought I’d practice.
Its not as easy as it sounds, and it sounds really hard. Your boots may not work because I might have messed up, but if I didn’t then they should help you walk for a long time, since I know you like to pace.
Or, you know, if you need to walk up a mountain to see some sick villager at the top whose last wish is to see the betrothed of the Duke’s daughter or something silly like that.
Anyways, hope they work, and good luck! I’ll see you at some point, so until then enjoy life, and I’ll assume that you’ve said thanks.
Erik
“Erik Permancied our Sigil into these to give me more endurance”
Tomas looked down at the boots then up at his family. They all looked surprised.
“I didn’t even know he was learning Permanency. But, this is surprising. Really surprising. Wow”
“Tomas, he made something, Permanencied something for you! Thats so cool! He better make me something just as cool when I go off to finish my training!”
“I’m sure he will. And Tomas, thats a great honour”
“It really is Son”
“I know. I’m not sure when I’ll see him again, so if you guys see him before me, thank him, will you? I’ll also write him a letter as well, and Tuner, but, thank him in person for me please?”
“Of course. Now, that last ones from me. I also made it, but its probably not as impressive as Erik’s”
Tomas grinned and pulled the paper open.
The book was bound in leather and had clasps to hold it shut. As he flipped through it he saw page after page covered in his sister’s neat drawings interspersed with pages written by others.
“Dania…what is this?”
“Its a book! Its a big guide book, sorta. I made maps of all the islands, and then some of Destria in greater detail, and then sketched all the Sigilians of the Houses of Destria, and the individual Sigils. I took some other books and pulled out the pages that I needed about what the Sigils did and the pages with information about the areas, the proper etiquette, how to act, what to eat to fit in, and what to avoid and bound those in after the drawings.
“And then I looked up the advances in science made in Destria in the past little while and wrote those out in a few pages at the back along with a field guide about what you can and can’t eat. So, its got information you’ll need, information you’ll like, and maps and everything! I had some help from mom and dad with getting all the information together and the servants helped me bind it, but yah, its uhh. Yah. Thats about all I can say about it”
Tomas flipped through to the field guide.
Don’t eat the red capped mushrooms unless they have white spots on their underside. They are called deathstools for a reason, so don’t eat any you dork. And try not to touch them either, because-
He closed it and did up the clasps.
“Dania. This is the nicest thing you have ever done for me. Thank you so much”
“Eh, it was fun writing it all out. And I got to practice my drawing. Gotta make good maps if I’m a Knight, right?”
Tomas grabbed her into a hug, and then his parents.
“Thank you all so much. I’m really going to miss you”
“And we’re going to miss you son. Now, get the rest of your things. The carriage has arrived and its time for you to head out to the boat. You don’t want to be late”
As the carriage rattled and bounced away from his home Tomas leaned out the window and waved until his family was out of sight.
They had their own lives to live and their own duties to attend to, and he had his.
He settled in and began to compose three letters, one to each of his brothers, and one to his betrothed.

Wednesday, 2 July 2014

Sigilian: 1

Robert stood at the edge of the balcony and stared down.
The kingdom lay below, spread out before him. Castle Destria floated through the morning mists as he turned and stomped back inside.
But he had a duty now. The axemen would be calling.
They were always demanding something of him. Always.
He was not allowed to fight in the wars (for which he was grateful) but he was not allowed to stay idle at home either. He was not allowed to spend his time in the library reading about the history of the country, and he was not allowed to sit on the throne, though he dearly wanted to do both. He was not allowed to, not allowed to, not allowed to. It seemed that those were the most common words in his life.
The only thing his parents did approve of was his uniform, always pressed and tidy, perfectly straight.
Robert dearly wished that he had siblings like the Prince of Dunesain. If he did then perhaps they would bear some of the constant control he suffered.
“Robert. You are late”
“Don’t be hard on him. He is a good boy most of the time”
Robert bowed to his parents on their thrones. Someday he would sit on the throne. Part of him rejoiced at the thought, of freedom from his parents and of the power of a king, but more of him shuddered.
Yes, he would be king, but what if he failed? Would he be forgotten? Would he be remembered as one who succeeded, who led the kingdom from a position of strength, or would he become a pawn of the Dukes?
“Son, why don’t we retire to the dining room? It has been a few days since we last ate breakfast as a family”
“Of course Father. If you insist”
As the doors opened ahead of them the pair swept down the hall, Robert trailing behind them. It was always this way. In their shadows. Never allowed to be free, to do as he pleased.
His parents went straight to their seats but Robert stopped to thank the doorman. Being the Crown Prince he knew the pain that a thankless job could bring, which was why he always made sure that the servants did not have them.
They seemed to like him for it, but it was nothing special. It was just common courtesy.
He sat and looked down the table at his parents. His Mother, aging yet still beautiful, and his Father, as stern and stoic as always.
After a few moments of silent eating Robert spoke.
“Father, what was it you wished to discuss?”
The King paused, fork halfway to his mouth.
“Can we not just enjoy a breakfast together? Must there be something to discuss?”
“Dear, don’t be coy. You only make a fuss of gathering us here when you have something you want to say”
Robert nodded thanks to his Mother. Though she often took his side at times like this, she could, in her own way, be even worse than his Father.
“Very well. I shall begin. Son. You are going to be twenty years of age next harvest”
“Yes Father”
“Have you thought about what that means?”
“I will be a year older Father. I will have spent another year trying to repay the debt I owe the two of you”
Every word measured, every sentence a sortie in the constant battle that was his family life.
“Oh, see what a dear he is? You were right to suggest this my husband”
Concealing a frown behind another bite Robert cursed silently. His Mother was with his Father on this. Never a good sign.
“That is not what I meant Son. I meant about you being a year closer to your inheritance”
The words brought Robert to full attention, head snapping around. His inheritance? The kingdom? It was too soon. They could not mean for him to be king already!
They did not.
“Your inheritance is to be King. However, what should happen if you should pass away before us? What happens to the kingdom then? Succession wars? A council of the Dukes? Death, famine, disease?”
The King shook his head.
“No. Since we cannot have another child, the duty falls to the Crown Prince to prevent that. It is time for you to find a wife”
The servants were quick to pick up Robert’s fork when it hit the ground.
“You can’t be serious”
“We are. We already have several Ladies picked out for you to meet before you go off to try and woo them on your own”
Robert sank into the cushions. He did not. Want. To do this. At all.
On top of all the other stress he had now they wanted him to deal with this? It was truly cruel.
“Son. Stop gawking, and pay attention. You’re going to listen to me now. You have a responsibility to the people. You know this”
“I do Father”
“Then you know that your duty is to provide a safe and united Destria for them to live in! You skip your lessons on Sketching, you ignore our lessons on statecraft, and you shirk as many other duties as you can! And for what? To study history books in the library”
Robert nodded slowly. He knew that there was no stopping this explosion, unless his Mother intervened. From the sad smile on her face he knew that she would not this time.
“You’re my Son, your mother’s Son. You need to stop walking through life with your head in the clouds and do something important. Do you understand? Do something to help this kingdom! Now, you’ll start by getting married. Are we agreed?”
Robert took a moment to think carefully about his next words. He needed to try and win this battle now, before it got out of hand.
“Mother. Father. You know as much as I do that I care deeply for this nation and for the citizens of this nation. However, I will not tie myself into a promise to find a wife until I find someone who I can build a loving and stable relationship with, as well as someone whose marriage will allow me to strengthen our political situation.
“So, until that moment I cannot agree that I am going to start by getting married. My lessons I can attend, my duties I can stop shirking, and I can begin to do ‘important work’. However, I will not give up my studies of the past, as they are what will allow me to make informed decisions about the future. That is why I read the history books, so that I may learn not only from the two of you and my teachers but that I may learn from the mistakes of the past”
His parents exchanged glances before his Father turned back to him.
“That is a much more reasoned response than I expected. It would do you good to talk so more often instead of acting the petulant child. A compromise then. You shall return to your studies, as dictated by the two of us and your tutors for a minimum of three hours each day. If we feel that we need to increase that number then we shall. However long you spend on your lessons you shall be allowed to spend half as much as you wish, including in the library. The time will be yours, so you will not be interrupted.
“You will meet with the ladies that we find who we think might be suitable, and you will play the part of the gracious and charming host. On those days when you are to meet with them you will be excused from your lessons.
“The three of us shall dine together at breakfast and supper, as befits a family. Your dinner you make take at any time as that gives you the most freedom to pursue your studies.
“You will also hold audience once a week, in the morning. You have watched us enough times to know how it is done; we’ll have a throne constructed so that you may greet petitioners properly. In this way you will learn justice and fairness first hand, as well as how to deal with the populace. You will learn your lessons at a faster pace, because the more time you spend on them the more time you may spend doing what you wish. You will, if not find someone who you can care for, at least see the types of ladies who are out there and who may be amenable to marrying you. You will also learn how to deal with women and how to be a better host, both skills that you currently sorely lack.
“And finally you will be able to talk to us at least twice a day to ask us questions about those matters that confuse you, and for us to ask you about your studies and other affairs. That is my compromise, but it is non-negotiable”
Robert cut a piece of steak and began to chew to buy himself time. The terms were stiff, but they were likely the best that he would receive. This way at least he would still be able to read the histories and have some free time. And, it would likely stop his parents from bothering him for the foreseeable future.
“I have one amendment to request. I know that you said non-negotiable, but I would ask that this agreement not be changed by either party, and that neither party attempt to escape its rulings in any way. Should one of us try to escape then the other party is free to make one change to the established rules, whatever they be. Does this sound fair to you?”
It would prevent them from worsening the agreement over time, and would also prevent him from trying to shirk it as he had everything else.
“Agreed”
His Father closed his mouth, surprised that his Mother had spoken when she had been silent throughout his speech about the rest of the terms before rising and shaking Robert’s hand. His mother shook it next and then all three sat down to finish the breakfast.
“You had that deal planned the entire time didn’t you? The two of you plotted ahead”
“Of course Son. Why would we go into this without a clear picture of the outcome we wanted?”
“You would not, which is why I was worried. However, I feel that the agreement is not trying enough to try and get out of”
“But you were worried that you may change your mind in the future and so added the last clause”
“That’s right Mother”
“Well Son, it seems that you have made a wise choice. For once”
“Of course Father”
They finished the rest of the meal in silence, Robert contemplating how long he should spend each day studying and how long he should spend on reading, his parents planning who would be the first lady to show to him.

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Sigilian: What are Sigils?

Sigils.
Each house has a Crest. That Crest is made up of Sigils. The more powerful the house the more Siglis it can accumulate.
A house’s Crest is only a heraldic symbol. The power lies in the Sigilian, the device that lends its image to the Crest.
Each Sigil a house has is incorporated into its Sigilian. A house’s Sigilian is just an image to most, but has power to those in the house.
If you are born into the house you can trace bits and pieces of the Sigilian, and parts of Sigils, in midair. It takes a few moments to get into the right state of mind, called the State, but once there a Sketcher can continue to draw Sigils for as long as they can stay awake, or stay focused.
Each Sigil has a separate power. For example one Sigil may grant control over Air, while another grants perfection of body.
Drawing the most basic version of the Sigil will activate only a basic power. For example, drawing the basic version of the Sigil of Air you may be able to fall slower or glide like a bird once already falling, and for perfection of body it may let you hit harder for a moment, or heal minor wounds.
Each Sigil has a different and unique power, and only one house can own a given Sigil at any one time.
Because of the curious way that Sigils work though they can be gifted.
When a child is born of two nobles houses there are several things that can happen.
They can choose to belong to one or the other of the houses, gaining those sigils, and only those sigils. This choice would be made once they were old enough to do so. Before they decided they would be able to practice with Sigils from both Houses. If they don’t choose by their thirteenth year of age the nature of the Houses forces them into one House or another.
Instead, the Houses can create a new House, Gifting Sigils to the newborn for a new Sigilian.
However, this can be dangerous as the baby will not be able to protect the Sigils and they can be easily stolen by another.
Gifting is a long process that requires much energy and patience as the Sketchers Sketch a Sigil in full over the recipient. They must do this time and again until the Sigil stays burning in the air between times, burnt into the essence of the universe at that space.
Then the recipient passes through the Sigil, and the Sigil has been gifted.
Or, the Houses can Merge. A Merging is a long and costly process by which two Houses merge their Sigilian together. Once the new Sigilian is complete all members of both houses can use the Sigils from both of the old houses.
However, this also has problems, as control of the House passes to the oldest living relative of purest blood, which is, at this time, the newborn. It is dangerous for the same reasons as Gifting, but far worse, as every single Sigil belonging to both families will be stolen if someone slays the baby.
While that may seem like a despicable thing to do, many will stop at nothing to accumulate more Sigils.
Often in the past the strongest Sigilians had only one Heir, a single mad Sketcher whose only goal is to accrue more Sigils for their Sigilian.
This has not happened in decades though, as the more powerful an individual Sketcher gets the more negative attention they will get from more numerous Houses. It is in their best interest to Gift some of their Sigils to the more powerful houses to stay in their good graces.
In the same way Houses often Gift Sigils to Knights and others of distinction in order to create new Houses (however minor) and share the Sigils.

When a Sigil is Sketched it leaves behind an afterimage in the air that burns for as long as the Sigil is active.
Another Sketcher can, with patience and practice, Sketch in reverse, undoing an ongoing Sigil. This is called “Sketching the Mirror” or the “Antisigil”. A Sketcher must identify which side it was drawn from, and then sketch it from the other side, effectively creating a mirror duplicate, and its opposite. This will null the Sigil.
When a full Sigilian is Sketched it provides extra powers, perfectly melding all the powers of the Sigils within for as long as you can maintain your focus.
This means that those with smaller Sigilians can Complete them sooner, but they will have less powerful effects. For those small Houses with only a single Sigil they can often Complete in the time it takes another Sketcher to draw one Sigil, giving them a large edge in battle.
However, as it takes time and practice to become an excellent Sketcher they will still often lose due to speed of activation. If another Sketcher can Sketch even a basic Sigil faster than you can, they’ll have the advantage unless their Sigil is next to useless.
Further, unless a Sketcher can Sketch faster than should be humanly possible they will lose to someone running at you with a sword. Sketching is not particularly useful in real battles, useful more in set up Sigil duels or as utility abilities.


While Sketching you may only have one of each sigil in your Sigilian active at any given time.
That includes Sigils in combinations and individuals.
Permanent Sigils gets around that.

Sigils can be made Permanent with a long ritual. This imbues one specific effect of a Sigil to an inanimate object permanently. This can be used to make swords permanently razor sharp and strong as diamond, or to make castles fly (Castle Destria).

If you exit the State all active Sigils (Except Permanent Sigils) fail and stop.

If you become familiar enough with one Sigil (and have trained for it) you Sketch the Basic instantly so long as you are in the State.

Failing to Sketch properly results in backlash causing you to become fatigued, have a headache, see spots, or feel nasueated, depending on the person and level of screw up. It always prevents you from Sketching again within the next while (dependent on how bad the screw up) and can even boot you right out of the State (again, depends on how bad it was)

One Q and an A. Feel free to ask more.

Is there a way to gift sigils to a non blood related person?
You can Create a new House
Its much the same as Gifting, except only one Sigilian can contribute
And people can Gift from one House to another, it just takes time, effort, and energy
So, House AB could Gift a Sigil to House BC, or to House AC. And if AC and AB have a baby they can both Gift Sigils easily and without any effort at all
while if they both wanted to create House CD only one could create the House, and then they would both have to go to a lot of effort to Gift additional Sigils

Camp NaNoWriMo update!

So everyone, its that time of year again! Or, I guess its that time of year for the first time.
Anyways, it is now July, which means Camp NaNoWriMo.
Which means close to daily updates as I try to write 50,000 words in 30 days.
Thats an average of 1613 for those who care.
So, this time around I'm doing a fantasy. It'll be based off of the idea of a young Crown Prince who ends up traveling the country he stands to rule after his parents force him to agree to find a bride.
Anyways, thats the roughest roughest most basic of descriptions I have for it. Don't worry, I'm not writing a rom-com, although it may sound like that. It'll be an adventure in the style of something cool, even if it is a little slow to get going. Tomorrow (Or I guess later today now?) I'll be posting some info on the magic system (Sigils!) and then the first chapter.
I'm not sure how this will end up, but lets hope for another successful NaNoWriMo!