Day 61, Fall of 511 AV
Close to Midnight
Northern Woods
Close to Midnight
Northern Woods
It was exactly one day after the last incident that happened here. Exactly twenty four bells ago when Eri underwent severe physical and mental trauma when he was roughly initiated into Reimancy by a mentor of Antar's, Eryss Waldu. The wizard had been considerate at least in leaving the shield covered and he had woken up in the late morning, his head still throbbing as if his mind could not believe that he could actually take all that pain and still be alive. By the time he woke the shield was gone, of course, which meant that it lasted for less than ten bells.
There was no further news from Eryss, but the ethaefal somehow found himself back at the spot where he was initiated, taking in the scene as he imagined how he might have looked like the day before. Throughout the day he had been focusing on meditating and this helped to regulate his thoughts and calm his mind. The physical injury was still there, though he had hastened the recovery slightly by using his racial ability to age the wounds the night before as well as this night.
Eryss had warned him against transmuting his res, and Eri would no doubt comply for he knew that Reimancy was a very dangerous discipline. He had not picked it up while he was in Zeltiva University, but he had heard that though the Reimancy course was the most popular amongst students enrolling in the magical department, it also had the highest attrition rate, where attrition usually meant permanent injury or fatality rather than dropping out.
He walked over to the tree that served as the landmark for their meeting the day before, and he raised his hands, the moonlight highlighting the raw wound on his palms. He closed his eyes, gently focusing on the djed streams within him. He imagined that he was going to redirect them, but instead he focused on ejecting the djed as if he was going to use it for shielding. He breathed deeply, calming his entire mental state as he slowly but surely brought the line of djed through his hands, past his wrist and into his palms. He imagined that the wounds in his palms were like holes that served as an exit point for the djed in his body, as he gently nudged the djed out, the manifestation of his living essence slowly being transformed in Res - the physical embodiment of a person's djed.
There was a sort of curiosity within him, something that called for him to try transmuting it into flames, but it was a weak voice so far and he tyrannically suppressed that though, instead bringing his mind back to what Eryss said, then bringing his mind back to the sky-high attrition rates of Reimancy undergraduates in Zeltiva. These thoughts seemed to sober him up, and he returned his attention to the tiny ball of res floating gently above his palm.
He had not seen what colour Eryss' was, for he had his eyes shut most of the time during the initiation in order to help cushion some of the shock of the event, and he wondered if every wizard had a different one. His was a tiny gaseous cloud, similar to a mist but floating in an orderly manner, that was sparkling of the purest white. It was not off-white like soulmist, but a kind of bizarre wondrous white that resembled the purest moonbeam. Eri was pleased at the thought that even his manifestation of res had some sort of link to Leth and he chuckled as he glanced at the ball of res that was slowly disappearing into the air, the energy of the djed dissipating into the environment due to the lack of focus.
There was no further news from Eryss, but the ethaefal somehow found himself back at the spot where he was initiated, taking in the scene as he imagined how he might have looked like the day before. Throughout the day he had been focusing on meditating and this helped to regulate his thoughts and calm his mind. The physical injury was still there, though he had hastened the recovery slightly by using his racial ability to age the wounds the night before as well as this night.
Eryss had warned him against transmuting his res, and Eri would no doubt comply for he knew that Reimancy was a very dangerous discipline. He had not picked it up while he was in Zeltiva University, but he had heard that though the Reimancy course was the most popular amongst students enrolling in the magical department, it also had the highest attrition rate, where attrition usually meant permanent injury or fatality rather than dropping out.
He walked over to the tree that served as the landmark for their meeting the day before, and he raised his hands, the moonlight highlighting the raw wound on his palms. He closed his eyes, gently focusing on the djed streams within him. He imagined that he was going to redirect them, but instead he focused on ejecting the djed as if he was going to use it for shielding. He breathed deeply, calming his entire mental state as he slowly but surely brought the line of djed through his hands, past his wrist and into his palms. He imagined that the wounds in his palms were like holes that served as an exit point for the djed in his body, as he gently nudged the djed out, the manifestation of his living essence slowly being transformed in Res - the physical embodiment of a person's djed.
There was a sort of curiosity within him, something that called for him to try transmuting it into flames, but it was a weak voice so far and he tyrannically suppressed that though, instead bringing his mind back to what Eryss said, then bringing his mind back to the sky-high attrition rates of Reimancy undergraduates in Zeltiva. These thoughts seemed to sober him up, and he returned his attention to the tiny ball of res floating gently above his palm.
He had not seen what colour Eryss' was, for he had his eyes shut most of the time during the initiation in order to help cushion some of the shock of the event, and he wondered if every wizard had a different one. His was a tiny gaseous cloud, similar to a mist but floating in an orderly manner, that was sparkling of the purest white. It was not off-white like soulmist, but a kind of bizarre wondrous white that resembled the purest moonbeam. Eri was pleased at the thought that even his manifestation of res had some sort of link to Leth and he chuckled as he glanced at the ball of res that was slowly disappearing into the air, the energy of the djed dissipating into the environment due to the lack of focus.