2. it is with desperate speed...
that I begin this missive to you, or whoever your inheritors may be following what is surely a calamitous occurrence of which the proceeding effects and causal repercussions are not yet known, or likely are known and anticipated as a sort of psychic dread afflicting the multi world populace.
The great wizards are gone and the magics they maintained are abandoned.
Even more pressing while I have suspected this for some years it is only recently that definitive proof has been garnered by a team of psuedographipsychologic researchers, thaumaturgical sorts you know, and perhaps only published, escaping the sieves of what must be an resoundingly effective and draconian system of supressive tactics and repressive tyranny. You see, the acadamies and social circles fail often to take much notice of those multi-dsciplinary, cross-method, hyperbolic pursuits of the young generation. If of so little importance, it made a discovery blatantly obvious across any number of fields and inquires that must otherwise have been held back.
The great wizards are gone, and not lately but early, the research estimates several decades based on deterioration of emmenations in the high bodies of magic particulate observable under certain lunar cycles. This was ancillary to their method, more art than science, not artistry mind you, simply entertainment, the cross linkage of oscilliscopes measuring some or other signals and projected into the minds of large beehives, which supposedly would dance and buzz and form patterns of chaotic and beautiful structure, never repeating themselves, except that the bees identified lacked the energy and mindspace to do much more than roll around on the ground, so the researchers switched to a breed of hornets that hold larger energy reserves after feeding and you can well imagine the focus on their research was disrupted in spectacular and painful fashion when a young assistant miscalculated a lunar cycle and sent said insects into a frenzy...
I've digressed, ACK - and with such little time. Even now the pounding at my door intensifies (metaphorically speaking of course, it is only under certain times, shadows, and projections of symbols that my door would open to any realm other than the harsh vaccuum of space, much to the chagrin of those asinine fools calling themselves the 'High Council' and their impossible to avoid mailers. I've unsubscribed SEVERAL TIMES now and refuse to hear of excuses like inter-dimensional rift variance delaying the receipt of my cancellation to their shipping department, I shall NOT be held in arreras by sum upjumped artificiers shamanistic types and hallucinogenic addicted quasi oracles ).
The great wizards are gone. The magics are degrading, perhaps far beyond what can be restructured and saved.
Their seats of power are open.
And of course, is there anyone with genius matching my own that might step into that role? I think not.