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It was the Seventh (and to date latest) Vector of the Hidden Hand, the sly and reclusive Master Elio Vyduciary who formalised the practice of issuing licenses for the use of magic spells and at a stoke gathered every arcane initiative within his finely tailored cloak. It was Vector Vyduciary’s keen and persuasive argument that saw the relevant statutory instruments being enacted by the Board of The Manse and the fruits of his will being enshrined within the laws of The Manse. Thereafter, no magic happened without a license and no license was issued without the knowledge and permission of the Prime Vector.
In his centuries as Prime Vector, Elio Vyduciary’s grip never slackened and on the whole this was deemed a good thing. Stability meant life within the Manse was comfortable; few were nostalgic for earlier, wilder times. There was only ever one who had defied him, one who through a heady mix of animal cunning and blunt pig-head-ery had found a means to circumvent the tight legislation which bound the use of magic. An irritant, an itch to be scratched. Vyduciary had to work with a King of a mortal clan to restore the balance he felt so necessary which irked him somewhat, a pinch on his pride, but not so much that an accord wasn’t struck. It was worth it for the peace of mind.
Scholars who study such things note that Vector Elio Vyduciary, in general a workaholic, had one known foible; in a remote private courtyard he kept a collection of trees, tiny and ancient, which he tortured for pleasure, twisting and wiring their frail limbs into caricatures of their natural form. It has been speculated that this might be an insight into his psychological makeup. It probably isn’t.
|Current Residence: Somerset UK|
THE UNIVERSE OF TEMPA PERDU IS A COMPLEX AND ENTANGLED PLACE, UNDOUBTEDLY VERY DIFFERENT TO THE UNIVERSE IN WHICH YOU NOW RESIDE. INDEED THE VERY FACT THAT YOU ARE AWARE OF TEMPA PERDU AT ALL SIGNIFIES THAT YOU ARE IN RECEIPT OF THE TRANS-DIMENSIONAL EMANATIONS I HAVE BEEN SENDING FORTH ACROSS THE COSMIC DIVIDES OVER MANY YEARS AND SO YOU BEAR WITNESS TO THE INSTABILITY BY WHICH THIS IS ACHIEVED. I HAVE NO CONTROL OVER THE FORM THESE EMANATIONS WILL TAKE THUS I AM UNABLE TO PREDICT HOW MY MESSAGES WILL APPEAR TO YOU; THEY MAY APPEAR IN THE FORM OF DREAMS, OR OF WORDS HEARD UNBIDDEN FROM AN UNSEEN SOURCE. THEY MAY FORM THE LYRICS OF A SONG OR THE STANZAS OF A HEROIC POEM. THEY MAY EVEN APPEAR AS A SUCESSION OF CHILDISHLY COLOURFUL, ANNOTATED ILLUSTRATIONS. WHO KNOWS? NOT ME, THAT’S FOR SURE. SUFFICE IT TO SAY IT IS AN ACHIEVEMENT OF UNPARRALELLED SKILL AND ARTISTRY THAT ALLOWS ME NOW TO IMPART TO YOU THE TALE OF MY MANY TRIALS AND GREAT ADVENTURES FROM A WORLD FAR BEYOND THE KNOWN BORDERS OF YOUR OWN SPACE AND TIME – FROM TEMPA PERDU!
WHILE IT IS FAIR TO SAY THAT THERE HAS SELDOM BEEN – NO – NEVER BEEN - A LIFE AS EXTRAODINARY AND MUTLI FACETED AS MY OWN, CERTAIN DETAILS OF THE BACKGROUND, OF THE MINUTIAE IF YOU WILL, MIGHT NOT BE TO EVERYONE’S TASTE. THE NARRATIVE DRIVE OF MY LIFE STORY IS OF COURSE UNMISSABLE; SOME OF THE FOUNDATIONS UPON WHICH THE TOWERING EDIFICE OF MY ACHIEVEMENT HAS BEEN BUILT MAYBE LESS SO.
TO THIS END, AS A CARING AND EMPATHIC NARRATOR, I HAVE MADE CERTAIN ARRANGEMENTS. THUS, WHERE EVER THIS SYMBOL APPEARS;
YOU MAY SAFELY SKIP THAT CONTENT AND CARRY ON UNIMPAIRED, BREATHLESS WITH EXCITEMENT, IF ALSO SOMEWHAT UNENLIGHTENED. FOR THE COMPLETISTS WHO WISH MORE THOROUGHLY TO PICK APART THE FABRIC OF TEMPA PERDU THEN THESE PASSAGES ARE FOR YOU TO EXPLORE – THE METAPHORICAL SIDE ALLEYS, THE FOOTNOTES, THE VERY STUFF OF LIFE. IT IS MY FONDEST HOPE THAT THE FORMER OUTNUMBER THE LATTER BUT ALAS! IT IS MERELY MY LOT TO CASTE CASTIGAN JEWELS BEFORE OYVID META-PIGS. WHO CHOOSES TO PICK THEM UP IS A MATTER FOR THAT BEING AND THEIR CONSCIENCE ALONE.