urk. One of these days I'll get around to actually recording all of the plot things that have happened recently.
Within her chambers, Olin examined the book in her hands. The cover had stopped glowing soon after she removed it from the shelf, and she had gone through many parts of the book by now. She had heard that Tarmid was asking around for a missing book, but surely it would do no harm if she borrowed it for a little while longer. She knew the vows of the knighthood, but something told her that there was something off about the way the book presented magic. Perhaps most knights believed that magic was exclusive to demons, but something told her that it was a fallacy. The knighthood was hiding something, something major, and this was the best way to find out.
Already she could sense the magical currents of the fortress. She knew things nobody else did: the dwarf who followed Thane from the shadows, the books Thane kept within his room. But most of all, she could sense the presence of one far more powerful than herself within the fortress.
She sighed, then settled into a position to practice. If the bloodkin were real, the fortress would need all the help it could get, and her learning to channel magic into physical form would be a major boon in any battle. She opened the book to the page on summoning fire and read it, frowning as she went along. The book spoke of calling demonic power, but surely there were other ways to channel power. Armok himself was a powerful being, perhaps she could channel it through her belief in him.
She focused hard, feeling the core of power and life within herself. She focused on the great Armok, the lord of dwarvenkind here and in the afterlife. She could feel the power flowing through her, out into her hand. She opened her eyes, and to her delight a bloodred flame was dancing across her fingertips. She smiled, then fell to the ground, unconscious.
When she came to, she found herself exactly where she had fallen. The Codex was still next to her, and nothing in the room had changed. She felt drained, yet exhilarated: she had done it. She had channeled the holy fire of Armok.[/i]