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The following is owned by me in all aspects and variants. I’ll turn it into a story, RPG, or some other form of game at a later time.

Of all the circles of witches and warlocks throughout the land; the greatest and most powerful wove their spells and incantations through mediums of the highest quality.  Mediums of such power and craftsmanship, the wielder need only think and the spell spring forth. Wands have their place in the annuals of magical history, but the Master Staves ruled over all else.
Born from the five greatest grandmaster staff makers, who each passed down their craft to two masters each, there are a number of staves out there that excel above the rest.  Though the masters did not possess the level of expertise as their predecessors, they still went on to craft amazing works of magical art in each staff produced.  Every staff balanced in the five disciplines of magic: Mind, Body, Spirit, Law, and Chaos.
Even though many of the staves crafted from the grandmasters went on to glory and fame earning names in their own right and ultimately becoming heirlooms, symbols of power and status, or prizes to be championed, each grandmaster had to have his crowning achievement.
In the mountains to the north the Grandmaster of the North climbed for days, till he found one sole tree fighting the elements on its own.  He pulled this tree from off the mountain and carried it back to his workshop. A sturdy, dark wood like the ore pulled from the mountain, colored the inner bark of this tree.  The grandmaster had been privileged to be given the last diamond pulled from the mine before its closure.  They say it was taken from the heart of the mountain itself. Symbols of protection, earth, and icy prowess adorned its shaft.  Its name: Winter Heart.
To the East, the Grandmaster of the East made his home on an island in a bay.  Lighter woods were his mediums of choice.  It wasn’t so much the type of wood used that made this staff so mighty, but what it had to endure. One hundred staves sat in the sand and time was allowed to take its toll.  Lightning strikes, wind, and rain from several storms over several years slowly dwindled the hundred down to one, one staff that stood above all the rest.  This was the staff that was plucked from the sand, cleaned, and adorned with symbols of water, thunder, and wind.  Its name: Tempest Rising
Far to the west, mighty red trees tower above everything.  One tree alone can produce thousands of staves.  But to a grandmaster why cut down a tree for need of a branch.  The Grandmaster of the West believed in this and so she climbed her way to the top of the oldest tree in the forest.  At its top existed only one branch that possessed the right length and thickness to become a staff of her making.  Later to be adorned with symbols for fire, light, and power, wrapped with a spiral of metal pulled from a meteor, and sealed with wards before its subjection to magma, it would become one of the most famous staffs ever wielded as a weapon. Its name: Sky Fire.
More centrally located, the Central Grandmaster, had her choice of woods, metals, and jewels.  Known for her artistic approach, her staves were metal with wooden cores.  A light wood core, with a silver coat would be the beginning of her greatest masterpiece. Studded with Emeralds, Rubies, Sapphires, Diamond, Obsidian, and Amethyst, symbols of power for control, fire, air, water, earth, light, and shadow were etched into this staff.  It was topped with a perfect orb of unbreakable glass containing dragon’s blood.  Its name: All Mother
The Grandmaster of the South’s greatest staff never knew fame, only rumored infamy. He began making staves when he was just a boy, then they were merely for walking and not magical practice.  They say he was walking through the woods one day when he came upon a fallen branch.  It was decaying, but firm.  It was signs of a worm problem several cracks marred its surface, but mostly it was firm and whole.  He could feel a deep darkness in the wood and instead of leaving it where it lay so someone with less pure intentions could use it; he took it.  They say he took it for many reasons, but the widely popular opinion is that he took it so that its darkness would never fall into evil hands.  He adorned no runes, symbols of power, or circles upon it.  It was topped with nothing.  It was smoothed, but he left the knobs that were knots, and he sealed it as it was.  Gnarled and twisted, it fit his hand like a glove.  Some wonder why he even bothered to make it a staff at all.  Many speculate upon his intentions and they may never know. Upon its sealing he set out on a walk with it.  He started in the day with thirteen ravens flying off their perch and returned that evening to the howls of three coyotes.  An unholy number in the light and a holy one in the darkness.  A staff of darkness in the hands of a man who walks in the light. The only other thing known about that staff was before it was sealed, a herald of death was bound to it.  At its core lives a Banshee.  He named it Reaping Wood and left his workshop for a walk, never to be seen from again.
The Five Grandmasters
With my muse away, Raven and Hammer has taken a slight hiatus.  This was born over a few days, while making walking staves.

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Red wrapped the mooring line to keep the Rouge Wind from floating off into the air and cause irrevocable damage to docks and more importantly, itself.  His brother, Darius scratched furiously at his chin.  He had been trying to grow a beard out; for intimidation purposes he proclaimed.  Darius grabbed the last crate and set it carefully on the docks.  They’d out run three Royal Air Navy frigates and just barely slipped past the blockade to deliver this latest shipment.
The sound of two hundred plus pounds of man hitting the dock, brought Red’s hand to his saber.  Marie, his childhood friend and first mate, wiped the blood off her rapier.  One of the two men doing business with them clawed at his throat trying to hold his own blood in from spilling out.
“We agreed on 25,000.  This is 19,000.  I don’t take too kindly to this blatant assault on my intelligence and I have to tell the captain that you’re trying to fuck us out of 6,000, he will personally skull fuck you with his cutlass.  Where is our other 6,000!?” She held her blade up to the second man, the contractor, who slowly reached into the back of his coach and withdrew a second chest.  The coachman had a noticeable darkening of his trousers.
Marie set about counting the second chest, while Darius loaded the crates onto the coach.  Red watched everything in silence, but made sure to make eye contact with the contractor as much as possible.  The man was sweating profusely. Red pulled out his cutlass suddenly and with a flourish, the man audibly yelped, but Red paid him no mind as he produced a cloth from his coat and slowly and methodically wiped every inch of the blade.
“32,000. Mr. Willhelm we appreciate your business and the bonus you’ve supplied us.  We look forward to your business in the future and do apologize for the death of your partner, but look at it this way; I hear you just inherited the last fifty percent of your company.  We will be sure to send flowers.  Ta-ta now,” Marie said in eloquent politeness as she waved him off.  Mr. Willhelm scrambled to his coach; which, took off at full gallop with him still trying to climb aboard.
“That’s 8,000 a piece and 8,000 to the ship.  That brings us to a total of 216,000 in the ships hold,” Red calculated, “That would be enough to purchase a decent ship, but I don’t know about you, but after desertion, extortion, assault, smuggling, and murder; I can’t imagine adding theft to our resumes would do us any worse.  So, who’s feeling up for a little midnight stroll?”
“Ok last question before we do this,” Marie whispered, “Where are we going to get a crew to operate a ship of that caliber.” They were each stood on a cat-walk overlooking the building docks of the Royal Air Navy.  They had walked right through to the docks in stolen uniforms.  Red’s intimate knowledge of procedures and protocols of the Navy hadn’t slowed, but expedited their arrival to their current position.
“Keep your questions until the end of the class,” Red replied, “follow me and don’t open your mouths.”  He lead them down the stairs of the catwalk and unto the main dock holding the new R.A.N. Assualt ship, the Lenne.  As he approached the ship, the sailors standing guard snapped to attention, rendering him their salute.  Red absentmindedly returned the salute and proceeded onto the ship itself.
One sailor’s eyes went wide, but the sailor next to him, also noticing Red quickly grabbed the man by the mouth and held him down.  Both stared in fear, or amazement, or possibly a combination of the two, as red strolled up a set of stair and opened the hatch to the bridge.
The crew on the bridge snapped to attention yelling, “Officer on Deck.”
“Surprise inspection from Fleet Admiral Corven,” Red announced sharply, “Test flight protocols alpha through delta.  Commissioning contingent upon successful completion of all checks and standards. Take her out.”
The crew stared at him blankly in disbelief.  Red ground his teeth and his up lip crinkled in anger.  The crew members looked at various other crew members looking for some unspoken confirmation.
“Aye, Aye Commander,” a young Lower Lieutenant finally answered, “All hands initiate test flight protocols alpha through delta.”
“Full Speed Ascent upon breach of open air,” Red ordered.  The lieutenant looked visibly shaken, but relayed the order.  Crew members scrambled both on the deck and bridge.  Lines were pulled and the hiss of steam could be heard as sailed were unfurled and engines propelled them up into the air and forward out of the docks.  Once they had completely cleared the building the ship’s engines went into full steam mode and lighter than air gases were converted and released into the belly of the ship.  The ship hurled itself through the air and rose quickly into the clouds just as an alarm was sounded from the docks.
Red heard the sound at the same time as the Lieutenant.  Red, Marie, and Darius produces six pistols all trained on the crew, when the door burst open with three sailors running in with rifles shouldered and aimed, squarely at the bridge crew.
“We’ve got you sir,” one sailor yelled to Red, “Faithful into death.”
“Good man,” Red nodded and then turned his attention to the lieutenant, “Me and my two companions not withstanding who is the first in command on this vessel.  I swear to fucking god if you all engines stop I will blow your fucking brains all over this cabin Petty Officer, don’t be a fucking hero! Who is in command Lieutenant!?”
“I AM!?”
“Who is second?” Red bellowed pushing his pistol into the side of the lieutenants head.
The Lieutenant pointed to an Ensign standing near the navigations desk. Red squeezed the trigger shattering the man’s head across the Petty Officer who Red had just threatened.  Red retrained his pistol on the Ensign who took a deep breath and tried to compose himself.
“Ensign…?” Red wondered aloud.
“Ensign Wallace sir.”
“Ensign Wallace,” Red repeated, “Are you confident in your ability to lead and your crew’s ability to fly this ship into the mouth of Hell?”
“It would seem we fly there now, and I do not doubt any man on this ship,” Wallace replied.
“I’d doubt the Lieutenant if I were you Ensign, he won’t be much in the way of help in his current condition,” Red advised.
“Noted, sir. Pray tell, What aim do you have for us,” Wallace inquired.
“I had need of a larger ship which I have commandeered, and now I find myself in need of a decent crew to fly her.  I’ve three volunteers already, but that won’t bode well for this ship’s operations if they are the first and last.  What say you?  Does a life of piracy and the threat of constant and gory death suit your fancy?”
The ensign spoke slowly, steadily, and clearly, “Oh…God…Yes.”
“Petty Officer,” Red turned to the lead rifleman, “Round up any would be royalist and see they get the opportunity to defy gravity off the side of the ship.  Oh, and on the off chance some miracle sees them sprout wings and fly, shoot them.”
“Aye, Aye!”
Red turned to Marie, tucked his pistols away and said with a bow, “Class dismissed.”

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Journal Entry: Fri Jul 25, 2014, 5:20 PM

The Hunter by Arctic-Fox-Zero
If you go back to the first picture in this set and look at them from the first uploaded to the last and pay attention to the description you will find a surprise.


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Lordfell Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Thanks for the watch! :worship:
LidiaVives Featured By Owner Jun 23, 2013  Professional Photographer
thx for the fav!! :D <3

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V-o-L-T-a-i-C Featured By Owner May 26, 2013  Professional Writer
Hey, for that first chapter of V/L how did you update your original post and have the notification pop up on peoples' dash to tell us it was updated? Or does that happen automatically when someone updates a literature post?
Arctic-Fox-Zero Featured By Owner May 27, 2013
Its an option when you update to have a notification sent to all my watchers. I think its either on the bottom or right side.
V-o-L-T-a-i-C Featured By Owner May 31, 2013  Professional Writer
Ah, found it. Good to know- thank you! :)
ToxicKiba Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2013  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Apparently facebook is being a little shit and not wanting to connect. *rolls eyes* but it IS storming terribly, so that might be a contributing factor :P

Ill try again in a bit my :heart:
HedgehodgeMonster Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thanks yo
Arctic-Fox-Zero Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013
Your Welcome
HedgehodgeMonster Featured By Owner Jan 13, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
My welcome? what about my welcome?
Arctic-Fox-Zero Featured By Owner Jan 15, 2013
im not too sure actually; im rather confused.......
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