Their respective girlfriends would have to wait for another time, perhaps, as Hadrian didn't bring up his girlfriend or her prison -- a male body. They were no closer now to recovering it than they had been before the dangerous journey to Ravok, although they knew more of the players now. Time would tell, he supposed. It always did. Tanroa teach me to understand its nature, he quietly prayed. "Voiding..." He nodded, but quieted down as Lucas continued talking. Perhaps he would be a good student and assistant, after all. It would not hurt to take him to Zeltiva; he would be trustworthy, anyhow. "We sail on the 80th. If you are determined to go, I can see to a berth for you as well. But with regard to the voiding... One of the reasons I am not more proficient with it is the same reason it would not have done you much good in the tourney. I believe it requires a certain amount of skill before it becomes really useful. I have found a use for it with my magecrafting, but generally I just open small portals to keep up the skill. If I become more capable, they might open larger portals and I might be able to take things back out..." He concentrated on his hand, muttering some ancient dialect of Nader-canoch, his off hand contorting itself into various mudras to increase the efficacy of his will over this reality, and eventually a portal to the Void opened up, but it seemed to pull itself larger and larger by fits and tugs, until it was large enough to fit both hands into. But Hadrian was sweating. "I could," he said through gritted teeth, "draw glyphs all over my hands and perhaps pull it a bit wider, but..." He breathed, muttered another chain of old, old words, stabilizing it for the nonce. "But this is the limit of my skill. I can... I can get it about this large. I can make a Pull. But anything that goes in isn't coming back out. I can't move it." He paused again to stabilize the rather large portal; there was something terrifying about looking into absolute nothingness, especially when it loomed so large. "I'm just not... good enough. Yet." With a gasp, the portal snapped in on itself and he blinked holding his hands to his temples. "If you're no better than me..." he said, voice weaker, "the void would not have availed you in a tournament. Could you... could you make me more tea? And... make it darker in here? Please?" |