My Green Counterpart,

For your edification in the ways of these matters of the convocation, I have copied my notes from the time before the last gathering. Most of these things are already known to you, dear greenleaf, and I will tell you that the greatest of our mysteries is the relative simplicity of all these things. The Convocation is a calling the Sorcerer Kings are bound to answer, but bound only by their oaths. These rumors of sententious sorcery grasping their spirits, all of them wedded like spokes of the wheel of one of your gypsy wagons, is merely that, greenleaf, scuttlebutt and nothing more. These are pacts more ancient then either of our Masters that bind all such "monarchs." Oh, to be sure, there is punishment for violation of these age-old agreements, but such will only come by the hands of the transgressor's brethren (or those he will appoint or create for such just errand.)

In time, you will learn all these things as I learned them. You will know the names of all the Kings that have been, and those who are watched to see how they progress on such a path. (Woefully, most disappoint.) I will begin at the beginning, and you, greenleaf, must not acknowledge what has been taught you before this writing. Here we begin your lesson. Learn these things well, greenleaf. Your Master's place in the great pastime of Sorcerer Kings -- and therefore the continued survival of your own lives and spirits -- depend on how well you grasp these matters.

There were wars, greenleaf, and the land and sky and all planes of the elements in between sent their warriors to make battle on each other's camp and on this, our Tyrra. Things that no mortal should ever see or know were familiar travelers on what roads had been built in those long-ago days, well before the beginning of the Kingdom of Evendarr, tracked only on Avalon by the dates of the Quentari calendar. I have seen, greenleaf, as have many, that these days are not entirely behind us, but will rise again. Green sword, greenleaf, unicorn's horn and the flower that will harm or heal. Prepare yourself well in the teachings, young one, the times of the Second imensional(sic) Wars will be at hand before your children are grown. How the Convocation will act in such times is beyond even my Sight. Will brother fight brother calling the creatures of the netherworlds to do his bidding? Why of course they will, greenleaf, so they always have and always will. What we, as writers of what logues of history will be kept, must wonder is whether the pact which was signed at the end of the First Wars will remain when the calling comes again.

But I speak in riddles, as is my way. Let me begin the past and arrive in the future later.

All of the masters of erudition and tyrran sorcery, those who are the Sorcerer Kings, are bound into the Contract of the Convocation. It is this body which will test young magicians for their apprenticeship and will eventually be their judges when they are ready for their own "coronation" of sorts if you will think of things in such terms. The Contract was created for the protection of the mortal sorcerers when Tyrra was the battlefield for the elementals in days long before our memories will prevail, greenleaf. For a time, there was peace between the Kings that have warred for so long as all mortals were in peril of what lay beyond the rifts between the planes. When the imensional(sic) Wars were over, the Sorcery Wars began anew, but have only rarely been so bloody as to fall to swords or spells upon a field. These wars, greenleaf, are fought with guile and politics under the Star of Convocation -- a certain comet that passes through the heavens at irregular intervals. That is why you and I, my brother, are as Chief Advisers to our masters in these situations. The sooner that each of our Masters knows that Radnelac's Comet will pass and when the calling will arrive, the sooner they may develop their...well, the spider must have the web spun before the fly comes to call.

Concurrences of the Convocation are times filled with sport if the Kings are affable, experiments if they are driven, challenges if they are honorable, murder if they are unwise, but always, greenleaf, always the calling of the Convocation are times of intrigue. Whatever may hold a King's attention when the comet passes, he must answer. All Kings must be in attendance. There is no excuse. More than once a King who had become the victim of an unfortunately unsuccessful revolution lay his head on the chopping block when out of nowhere, out of the sky, the shadows, the very earth itself, his brothers would arrive to set him free. There are exceptions, of course, Kings who will try to hide form(sic) their brothers, and attend to other matters, but they are always found. Local to me, in the Vale of Tyrangel, is the unfortunate tale of Paradyne, who in his attempts to prepare for the Convocation transformed himself into quite a beast. I hear he is imprisoned within a gem and is quite
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