Venturing into the Secrets of the Mey Savak

[TheFarsight]

Journal Entry 1:

Explaining the process



This journal will serve as tool to train the others of the order I now move to found, but also these pages serve as an anchor to what is real. For, I now move to pursue the knowledge of Telos Duanil. He was a man that ended up creating his own meta-physical realm and became trapped within it, losing grip on what was real. The Mey Savak took a lesson from this, and I should as well. More specifically so, since I am venturing into these techniques, these secrets alone. I do not have a circle of men like myself trained in such matters to meditate with and to safe guard each other from getting lost. Therefore; I must use the book.

The book, another interesting thing—it appears that when we left the memory palace created to keep the man’s wife alive, the memories I took from Duanil manifested into a physical journal. While I have read the book from cover to cover, I have only come to glimpse the knowledge it provides. Sometimes, I have caught glimpses of his life from the pages, sometimes it reveals knowledge I do not hold myself and other times . . . it shows me nothing but blank pages.

It will require study. And as I mentioned before—I am alone in this study. I have no followers trained in Ken'Ouk, or Ken’Patai to walk through this process with. And despite the distinct advantage I have been given by having access to the memories of their foundering father. . . I consider myself but a novice. However, I think I have discovered a way of researching the book more thoroughly. Using what practice of Ken’Patai I have already begun creating my own memory palaces for storing the journey of my life, I also have decided to create a separate location—or room if you wish, in this palace to act as a mental training ground.

I have chosen to follow in the routine of the Mey Savak order; mainly because I believe if I replicate the processes of their practice more closely, I will be able to learn with more ease as I use the memories from the book. I have decided to wake in the dawn before the sunrises just as the Mey Savak did, and enter meditation. But, here is the twist. Since I am not walking a member of my order through my memory palace; but rather I am attempting to pull Duanil’s memories into the created room, hopefully fashioning a . . . mental tutor.

I hope to accomplish this by performing a form of Ken’Ouk, however instead of verbalizing my memories I will read aloud from the book. This act combined with the form of meditation I will undergo should essentially allow me to walk through the memories of Telos Duanil, as if he was in the room taking me through his own memory palace. Again, I must caution myself and hope that the room I have created in my mind serves as enough protection from—losing myself, just as Duanil did. I shall see what comes when the sun next rises and I put my plan into practice.

[TheFarsight]

Entry 2
The First Journey

I went through the process I had explained in the pervious entry and my results were . . . successful. My pen takes pause here as I reflect to what extent I would consider it a success. For starters, I am going to have to figure a way to determine which pages contain the memories of the techniques the Mey Savak use, and what pages are just that—memories. But until I find such a way of deciphering the content I will just have to move forward as is and see what the book has in store for me next time.

But as I said earlier this adapted form of Ken’Ouk worked. I achieved this success with two steps. First, I memorized a couple pages of the book, for I did not want the distraction of reading the pages as I attempted to enter the trance required to perform Ken’Patai—as I am still figuring my way around the formation of a memory palace. Second, I entered the meditative state and drew my minds eye upon the room in my mind that was created for these attempts, as I did this I began to recite the words from the book. I allowed each word, each image I had seen, to roll off my tongue and become nothing more than if I was reciting my morning prayers, letting it sink into the background. I felt a pull as reality around me started to fade and then. . .

. . . I found my self inside a memory contained within the book. I say a memory instead of one of Telos’s because now I am uncertain if this book contains just his experiences alone. But why should I be surprised if it holds more than just his journey? After all this was a man that developed the ability to share and transfer memories from one person to the next. . . This will require more study.

As I walked through the memory that was being displayed to me it was very clear that I had no control over the world I had spun myself into. I would witness a scene before me, hear the conversation and then be . . . well how do I put this? Turned like the page. The world around me would fade and almost flip—into the next set. It was like watching a private play.

In each scene there was a man. At first I thought this man was Telos but as the memories progressed I started to wonder. I had expected to find what I was looking for, to see an old man perhaps meditating, or perhaps teaching others of his order in his ways, after all that is what I was looking for. Instead I found myself plopped into a . . . history lesson. In the first set the nameless man stood before two men that wore the robes of the Hands of Mundus. They were discussing something, something to do with trust, rather the lack of trust in a deal about to be struck.

As each scene played out before me new information was revealed to me. And this is when I began to piece it together. I believe the man was none other than Mundus himself and I was witnessing the very birth of Sundren. I saw a great deal of mistrust between the two parties, those being Mundus and the Red Wizards of Thay. I saw the contract being struck and shook upon, I saw the doubt in the words of the Hands, and the determination in Mundus to see this through despite the cost. Which was not only a hefty some of gold but also the rights to a chunk of land, Aquor.

As the final scene came to a close I was left with only more questions and less answers than I had hoped for . . . I saw a mountain explode in the distance and a rocky path open leading into the new frontier of Sundren. I find this first hand look at the history of Sundren to be fascinating and intriguing.

This is when I started to wake, when I felt the pull of the real world tug on me. However, in my eagerness to see more I lost my concentration but for a brief moment and found myself dragged through—what I can only describe as dreams. . .

After awhile of being whirled about, my feet finally hit ground. I was in a place of decay, a place where bones were at my feet and dark lights glowed in the distance. There was a swirling black fog that surrounded each light. And then, an attack came. Balls of lights; what I might assume to be wisps but—cannot say for certain, charged at me. First it was three followed by dozens that hurtled at me. I had offended something, and as the final light was snuffed out by my fists, I saw what it was. That decaying horse that was set ablaze with flames appeared again, the same one that had showed before when I first came to acquire this book.

It was offended that I had returned. It was angered with my persistence to not leave this place alone. So it would seem that I have not just entered a memory palace of my own or the one contained within the book— but I have perhaps entered a different realm entirely… I am not certain as reality around me was bending. The thing made a threat and claimed that I would become his just as Telos did, and then I regained my senses and tore my self from that place.

I awoke to find myself lying on the monastery floor. The book was no longer resting on the before me where I had left it. It was now sitting on top of the altar its cover closed. I was covered in a cold sweat and my hands were shaking. My head beat feverishly and climbing to my feet was no easy task. But; as soon as I put my hand upon the leather of the book, it all stopped. My hands calmed, my head ceased to throb, and a sense of ease washed over me.

I must try again, I must see what else this—journal has to offer. However, I must caution myself again. I cannot allow myself to get distracted again in that place, or else I might just become owned by that creature…just as Telos did. I find curiosity tugging at me to this, if the creature has claimed Telos’s soul as it has claimed too, would there be a way of releasing him? I wonder this along with many other things. What exactly is this book? Whose memories are in these pages if it is not just Telos’s stored knowledge? Will I be able to discover the answers or will I just end up lost? There is only one way to find these answers. I must continue what I have started.