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genessia2018-09-03 09:54 pm
greatestgood) wrote in genessia2018-09-03 09:54 pm
[V i d e o]
[A potion is brewing in a large cauldron, filling the room with questionable scents. Gellert has opened a window to help matters, but this is a price all potion brewers must pay. Sometimes you are forced to work with unpleasant ingredients.]
I've shared one fairy-tale from my world with some of you, so I thought why not share another?
[And thus Gellert recites, from memory, The Wizard and The Hopping Pot.]
"There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbors. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right.
This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chatells to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son’s mind, worthless, and he had often quarreled with his father’s habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbours.
Upon the father’s death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much to small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words “In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it.”
The son cursed his father’s age-softened mind, then threw the slipper back into the cauldron resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail. That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door.
“My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir,” she told him. “Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot -”
“Begone!” cried the son. “What care I for you brat’s warts?”
And he slammed the door in the old woman’s face.
At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father’s old cooking pot: it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones. The wizard approached it in wonder, but fell back hurriedly when he saw that the whole of the pot’s surface was covered in warts.
“Disgusting object!” he cried, and he tried firstly to Vanish the pot, then to clean it by magic, and finally to force it out of the house. None of his spells worked, however, and he was unable to prevent the pot hopping after him out of the kitchen, and then following him up to bed, clanging and banging loudly on every wooden stair.
The wizard could not sleep all night for the banging of the warty old pot by his bedside, and next morning the pot insisted upon hopping after him to the breakfast table. Clang, clang, clang, went the brass-footed pot, and the wizard had not even started his porridge when there came another knock on the door. An old man stood on the doorstep.
” ‘Tis my old donkey, sir,” he explained. “Lost she is, or stolen and without her I cannot take my wares to market, and my family will go hungry tonight.”
“And I am hungry now!” roared the wizard, and slammed the door upon the old man.
Clang, clang, clang, went the cooking pot’s single brass foot upon the floor, but now its clamour was mixed with the brays of a donkey and human groans of hunger, echoing from the depths of the pot.
“Be still. Be silent!” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did.
That evening there came a third knock upon the door, and there on the threshold sood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break.
“My baby is grievously ill,” she said. “Won’t you help us? Your father bade me come if troubled-”
But the wizard slammed the door on her. And now the tormenting pot filled to the brim with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and groaned, and sprouted more warts. Though no more villagers came to seek help at the wizard’s cottage for the rest of the week, the pot kept him informed of their many ills. Within a few days, it was not only braying and groaning and slopping and hopping and sprouting warts, it was also choking and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog, and spewing out bad cheese and sour milk and a plague of hungry slugs.
The wizard could not sleep or eat with the pot beside him, but the pot refused to leave and he could not silence it or force it to be still.
At last the wizard could bear it no more. “Bring me all your problems, all your troubles and your woes!” he screamed, fleeing into the night, with the pot hopping behind him along the road into the village. “Come! Let me cure you, mend you and comfort you! I have my father’s cooking pot, and I shall make you well!”
And with the foul pot still bounding along behind him, he ran up the street, casting spells in every direction.
Inside one house the little girl’s warts vanished as she slept; the lost donkey was Summoned from a distant briar patch and set down softly in its stable; the sick baby was doused in dittany and woke, well and rosy. At every house of sickness and sorrow, the wizard did his best, and gradually the cooking pot beside him stopped groaning and retching, and became quiet, shiny and clean.
“Well, Pot?” asked the trembling wizard, as the sun began to rise.
The pot burped out the single slipper he had thrown to it, and permitted him to fit it on to the brass foot. Together, they set off back to the wizard’s house, the pot’s footstep muffled at last. But from that day forward, the wizard helped the villagers like his father before him, lest the pot cast off its slipper, and begin to hop once more."
What do you think of it? Should Magic be available for all who could benefit from it? Or should the one so gifted be the one to choose who they aid and who goes wanting? Obviously one Witch or Wizard cannot save the world, so that leaves the question: should they still try?
I've shared one fairy-tale from my world with some of you, so I thought why not share another?
[And thus Gellert recites, from memory, The Wizard and The Hopping Pot.]
"There was once a kindly old wizard who used his magic generously and wisely for the benefit of his neighbors. Rather than reveal the true source of his power, he pretended that his potions, charms and antidotes sprang ready-made from the little cauldron he called his lucky cooking pot. From miles around people came to him with their troubles, and the wizard was pleased to give his pot a stir and put things right.
This well-beloved wizard lived to a goodly age, then died, leaving all his chatells to his only son. This son was of a very different disposition to his gentle father. Those who could not work magic were, to the son’s mind, worthless, and he had often quarreled with his father’s habit of dispensing magical aid to their neighbours.
Upon the father’s death, the son found hidden inside the old cooking pot a small package bearing his name. He opened it, hoping for gold, but found instead a soft, thick slipper, much to small to wear, and with no pair. A fragment of parchment within the slipper bore the words “In the fond hope, my son, that you will never need it.”
The son cursed his father’s age-softened mind, then threw the slipper back into the cauldron resolving to use it henceforth as a rubbish pail. That very night a peasant woman knocked on the front door.
“My granddaughter is afflicted by a crop of warts, sir,” she told him. “Your father used to mix a special poultice in that old cooking pot -”
“Begone!” cried the son. “What care I for you brat’s warts?”
And he slammed the door in the old woman’s face.
At once there came a loud clanging and banging from his kitchen. The wizard lit his wand and opened the door, and there, to his amazement, he saw his father’s old cooking pot: it had sprouted a single foot of brass, and was hopping on the spot, in the middle of the floor, making a fearful noise upon the flagstones. The wizard approached it in wonder, but fell back hurriedly when he saw that the whole of the pot’s surface was covered in warts.
“Disgusting object!” he cried, and he tried firstly to Vanish the pot, then to clean it by magic, and finally to force it out of the house. None of his spells worked, however, and he was unable to prevent the pot hopping after him out of the kitchen, and then following him up to bed, clanging and banging loudly on every wooden stair.
The wizard could not sleep all night for the banging of the warty old pot by his bedside, and next morning the pot insisted upon hopping after him to the breakfast table. Clang, clang, clang, went the brass-footed pot, and the wizard had not even started his porridge when there came another knock on the door. An old man stood on the doorstep.
” ‘Tis my old donkey, sir,” he explained. “Lost she is, or stolen and without her I cannot take my wares to market, and my family will go hungry tonight.”
“And I am hungry now!” roared the wizard, and slammed the door upon the old man.
Clang, clang, clang, went the cooking pot’s single brass foot upon the floor, but now its clamour was mixed with the brays of a donkey and human groans of hunger, echoing from the depths of the pot.
“Be still. Be silent!” shrieked the wizard, but not all his magical powers could quieten the warty pot, which hopped at his heels all day, braying and groaning and clanging, no matter where he went or what he did.
That evening there came a third knock upon the door, and there on the threshold sood a young woman sobbing as though her heart would break.
“My baby is grievously ill,” she said. “Won’t you help us? Your father bade me come if troubled-”
But the wizard slammed the door on her. And now the tormenting pot filled to the brim with salt water, and slopped tears all over the floor as it hopped, and brayed, and groaned, and sprouted more warts. Though no more villagers came to seek help at the wizard’s cottage for the rest of the week, the pot kept him informed of their many ills. Within a few days, it was not only braying and groaning and slopping and hopping and sprouting warts, it was also choking and retching, crying like a baby, whining like a dog, and spewing out bad cheese and sour milk and a plague of hungry slugs.
The wizard could not sleep or eat with the pot beside him, but the pot refused to leave and he could not silence it or force it to be still.
At last the wizard could bear it no more. “Bring me all your problems, all your troubles and your woes!” he screamed, fleeing into the night, with the pot hopping behind him along the road into the village. “Come! Let me cure you, mend you and comfort you! I have my father’s cooking pot, and I shall make you well!”
And with the foul pot still bounding along behind him, he ran up the street, casting spells in every direction.
Inside one house the little girl’s warts vanished as she slept; the lost donkey was Summoned from a distant briar patch and set down softly in its stable; the sick baby was doused in dittany and woke, well and rosy. At every house of sickness and sorrow, the wizard did his best, and gradually the cooking pot beside him stopped groaning and retching, and became quiet, shiny and clean.
“Well, Pot?” asked the trembling wizard, as the sun began to rise.
The pot burped out the single slipper he had thrown to it, and permitted him to fit it on to the brass foot. Together, they set off back to the wizard’s house, the pot’s footstep muffled at last. But from that day forward, the wizard helped the villagers like his father before him, lest the pot cast off its slipper, and begin to hop once more."
What do you think of it? Should Magic be available for all who could benefit from it? Or should the one so gifted be the one to choose who they aid and who goes wanting? Obviously one Witch or Wizard cannot save the world, so that leaves the question: should they still try?
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...Well, humans take advantage of beings with gifts. So, wouldn't it be better if the wizard chose who to help? I mean, yeah, cure the people that need it and whatever. But, what about those that'd abuse the help?
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Whether a wizard tries to save the world or not is their problem.
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I am in agreement with you. Fate must be considered too. I'm not sure I buy into it, but others might. If a Wizard swoops in like a hero and makes everything right - in their perspective - how is that being thoughtful or empathetic?
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[It's an interesting talking point. Life is more complicated than that story and the lesson it attempts to impart.]
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[He smiles without humor at his wording.]
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...That pot sounds like something a pair of dragons in my clan would create if they continue their experiments...
To answer your question, not everyone should be able to utilize magic. Some just cannot handle the power, or they would have less than savory objectives for it. As for helping others with magical means? I don't see why not.
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[ Maddie claps her hands excitedly once the story was over. It sounded like any regular fairy tale which just made it all the more enjoyable. ]
But how can you make magic only available to some when magic is all around us?
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[Speaking of tea, Gellert pours himself a cup now, breathing in the steam.]
But it is a natural part of the world, you are correct.
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Looks he will have to ask another time to find out what happened to the old wizard's son.]
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[Compliments out of the way, now he could be the skeptic of magic.]
Suppose that depends if magic is as consequence free as it's presented...
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[But Gellert does have a nice way of relating the story.]
I use spells and potions daily. The only consequence is becoming too reliant on them.
[Unless one is using the Dark Arts. Then there are nasty consequences.]
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[She beamed, but noted there was no Draconics or..Dragon]
I think magic like that should be allowed if it really helps others. Whether there's one Wizard or Witch, or many, or with or without magic, no one should stop trying to make the best for their lives.
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[Gellert smiles without warmth and without amusement.]
Yes... For their lives. Not for the lives of everyone else.
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I think you have misjudged one thing, however. One person can save the world - all it takes is making the choice not to destroy it. When the press of a button, acceptance of fate, or the utterance of a spell or prayer could cast the world into chaos, that is when a person decides whether they're going to be a hero.
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[Gellert has been gray for years. He will soon move to black - or maybe he is already there.]
Such situations are surely so rare that they are nearly nonexistent. Most people will only have a small effect on those around them and that is for the best.
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I personally do believe those so gifted have a responsibility to help others who are not. At the very least, they shouldn't do harm or make it harder on those who aren't so gifted. As per your tale, in some ways the Father was wrong to simply 'solve' the problems and not help encourage other means--so magic became the only solution available. But the son was wrong to withhold what had been given before for no reason other than his own selfishness.
The adage on my world I remember is 'give a man a fish and you feed him for a day; teach him to fish, and you feed him for life'. I'd add to it that also we has a community have a responsibility to do what we can for those who can-not--within reason.
Maybe one person cannot save the world for everyone, but for each person they manage to help, that person's world IS saved.
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If you feel that way then, please, help others to your heart's content. However I do not feel likewise. My powers are my own to do with as I please. If I feel like healing another, I will do so; if I do not, another way must be found. We are all individuals with free choice; to expect Magic users to come to the aid of those ailing would revoke said freedom.
[Sorry, Trunks, Gellert is an anti-hero at best and likely more of a villain otherwise.]
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Provided that it's done right, I don't see any reason why magic shouldn't be made available to benefit everyone. After all, it worked in my world. Back when I was a kid, our king- Ansem the Wise- encouraged the study of both magic and the sciences, and a lot of the infrastructure and gadgets we used every day were made by combining the two. Harnessed Fire magic was used for things like heating in cold weather and cooking, Thunder magic was used for electrical power, and so on.
Not sure quite how that'd work in your world though, since if that story's any indication, magic there works a good bit differently than it does where I'm from, but if people put their minds to it, I'm sure they could figure it out.
As for trying to save the world... well, I think everybody should try to do what they can to help save or defend the world, magic or not. You're right that one person can't do it on their own, but if you get enough people all working together and supporting each other, who knows? I've seen a friend of mind to some pretty amazing things with the help of his friends.
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[He smiles thinly, unamused.]
Heroes are everywhere in Genessia. It makes me wonder what I'm doing here.
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[video] Not even the characters in it understand Kingdom Hearts' kudzu plot. X3