Completed Writing as a Wizard

[Reaver Riatal]

Winter 21st, mid afternoon 512 AV

It had been a particularly successful day for this particularly strange young man. Walking at his full height of six feet and six inches his lanky legs had at last successfully navigated the streets of Zeltiva! On his face a proud smile had spread fast across his face, his sharp blue eyes sparkling with pride as he quickly found himself at a bar. His read coat wrapped tight around him as his black gloves held in hand both parchment to write and a quill and jar of ink. Opening the door the the Kelp Bar, moving through the patrons. Too happy over his success to care about the odd glances he was getting. Moving as swift as his feet where willing to take him he found a rickety old chair and table off in the corner. Out of the way and perfect for his delightful little hobby, he'd been itching to do this for some time. Though for what he had in mind all he really needed was a place to sit and practice his art in peace. But Reaver had an odd habit about him of seeking out loud places to practice. For some reason the background noise of society helped focus him. Helping to keep his mind sharp and focused on his task though the surrounding area was often rowdy with noise.

Quickly taking his seat he gave pause as he heard the wood of the chair creak heavily. Pausing and letting it groan he continued as he felt it was safe enough. Taking off his gloves to reveal the old burn scars his hands sported he opened the jar of ink and dipped the quill in. However he was quick to set it down on the table, he took off his read coat and set it on the back of his chair. Revealing a clean red button up shirt and a black vest. The colours clashing loudly in his little corner. Though he cared little, any patron here would most likely be drinking or talking to really car about the strange young man in the corner. Taking a bit of parchment he hunched over the table and took a quick breath before he began. His keen eyes made sure to start out slow and simple, glyphing was very hard and he wanted to make sure that his first glyph in Zeltiva was as good as he could get it. Slowly he made the line on paper and made another though this one connected at one end. Listening to the merriment of those around him he couldn't help but enjoy the feeling. It encouraged his best work from him. And as his quill ran dry of ink he quickly dipped it into the jar once more and began again. Taking sure to use all his effort to make sure he made a type of star. His vision of a focus, it was only start to it. Though he knew if he used these things he'd only end up having them back fire. It never hurt to practice just drawing them. Looking at the four pointed star on the parchment he felt rather proud.

Back when he was just learning his father had taught and showed him a few sigils that he had drawn. He was told what they could do and what each function was. However he wasn't allowed to practice them until he knew their names and purpose. He had used them once or twice but only as practice for his reimancy or shielding. As the fond memories slid away he looked back at the star, deciding to add triangles pointing inward in the large gaps. Taking his time to make sure that the lines where drawn as proper as he could make them. He moved onto the middle and decided to make a circle with a cross in it. It wasn't the most original but it would help as a focus regardless. Once done he backed away. How many chimes had gone by since he started? He didn't know and didn't really care. He was having a surprising amount of fun. Deciding he wanted to repeat his own little focus he began again on another piece of parchment. Dipping his quill in ink became a motion similar to breathing as he started again. Drawing a line slow and careful, and another to meet its brother. To anyone outside he'd look like a man who was fixated on drawing simple symbols. But these symbols could hold power one day, when he was better at drawing them. And as he began to make the triangles around the four pointed star he smiled. He could see a small improvement from the last focus he had made. Sigils where difficult things but still fun. Smiling all the more as he became absent of the time moving around him.

Each focus he drew took almost ten full chimes simple as they where they required his full focus. He'd not be doing a half job on this, he wanted to get better with this art. Steadily he finished up his second focus. His back felt not a pain yet, so he figured a third focus wouldn't hurt any. Dipping the quill again for the, how many times? He had long since lost track as he began to draw the sigil again smiling as he could feel his hand becoming all the more steady. Watching as each line gave birth to a part of his simple focus, the delicate lines flowing around each other. His mind utterly devoted to his pursuit. It was tough and improvement didn't come without effort, he knew that much at least. But as he finished his third focus and thirty seven chimes later he groaned. He knew the quality would be poor if he sold them to anyone, but he had improved since his first drawing of them at least! With a silent curiosity he wondered what a focus could do for him and his reimancy. Could it truly make the flow of djed easier in his body? Perhaps an experiment for another day. For now he would simply bask in his victory of writing the focus'.

[Reaver Riatal]

As Reaver sat in the bar looking at his work his curiosity kept nudging him and gnawing at him. What would happen if he put a focus on the palm oh his hands? What could he do? How much would his casting improve? These silent thoughts held Reaver within a trance he pondered over the recently drawn focus'. There wasn't anything wrong in giving it a try. He had no idea where a healer or doctor was in this city if anything went wrong. But it was always good to experiment though, his father had encouraged him to mix the disciplines he had taught him. So if his father, the man who had first taught him the magics was encouraging him to combine his skills. Then perhaps something good could come from his attempt to discover something new. Though he wished to just do one more focus just for practice. Dipping his quill into the jar of ink he began to draw the lines once more. The four pointed star coming into existence a little more quickly then before. The triangles on the outside pointing inward still took time but he was steadily getting the hang of drawing sigils. Carefully he drew the circle with the cross, staring at the focus for a few moments longer he looked at the palms of his hands. With a spark of intrigue and excitement just as he had when he entered the bar he jumped from his seat with a jolt of energy. Quickly he gathered up his things, he had been thinking for a little bit and blended in well with the crowd. That is until he had jumped from his seat.

Eyes laid upon him as he collected his parchment and put the top back on the jar of ink. Grabbing his coat from the back of the chair and twirled around putting it on in a quick and smooth motion. Enjoying doing things in a little more complex then what was necessary, not practical, but fun. He took out the jar of ink to double check the jar just to be safe. Nothing worse than an open jar of ink in the pocket of his favorite coat. With everything set away he buttoned up his coat, put his hands in his pockets, and made his way out of the bar. Weaving his way and disturbing the customers a little as his long body made for the door. Walking out into the cold he scampered off into the streets. After a while of wandering he found himself lost, though it was better this way as he found a nice little alley to practice his idea. It was a little narrow but out of the way of prying eyes, there where a couple of crates laying around he'd need to move to make some room. But they didn't look too heavy, so he may as well move them now. Walking to the first one he lifted it up, quickly discovering they where indeed heavier than they appeared. Keeping the crate at waist height he found them easiest to lift that way. Ending up moving almost nine whole crates he found himself exhausted physical. Though he had a body meant for running, he doubted physical pursuits like this where going to be regular. He rested just a little bit until his breath was back and his arms stopped throbbing.

After his short break he got to his long legs holding strong he turned around and took out his quill and ink. Opening the jar of ink he dabbed the quill and looked at his hand. Pausing for a moment he put the ink to his hand, drawing the focus small and as careful as possible. The four pointed star came easily enough, the triangles where also a little difficult. The hardest was the small circle and cross. After a careful long chimes of work his left hand had a focus sigil drawn on it. Looking at his right hand the scars ever enchanting to him, he shook off the distraction of his damaged flesh and repeated the action. Soon the sigils where complete and his eagerness to try hadn't faded, though a small bit of nervousness did hit him as he pondered his first action. Taking a long slow breath he looked at the entrance to the ally. He could make it look like another wall of the city if he blocked its sight. Deciding that would be the least risky he smiled as he approached the entrance. Looking both ways before beginning his little test. The last thing he wanted was someone seeing him do this. Pausing as he held out his palms he began to let the djed flow to his hands. Finding it with a easier with the focus' drawn on his hands, slowly he decided to 'paint' on the layers of the shield. Finding it remarkable at how quickly his shield was forming. It still took a chime or two to have the weave fully made and turn into a wall of black. But it was still faster than it would have been on its own. It wouldn't last the day, but it was still perfect for what he needed.The dimensions matched with the walls on either side its height was just a little below his own but still perfect. Infinitely pleased with this he found he wished to try reimancy with the focus. Turning to the ally he noticed the room seemed larger now that he had moved the crates. Taking a long breath he held out his palms as the ethereal blue res formed. It was so quick to form and he could feel the control was by far superior than before. Wondering how accurate he was he formed a small ball of fire and aimed at a wall. Letting the ball fly free he fully ignited it and watch it splatter on the wall. Watching it burn for the little bit before it turned into only a scorch mark.

With a smile he looked at his palms and noticed that his sweat had started to make the ink run. It'd be best not to do anything more with a focus that was starting to dissolve. With that in mind he gave a light sigh and wiped his hands on a wall leaving black smears. Taking out his ebony gloves and sliding them on he smiled as his delightful mood carried on. Gathering his quill and ink he made sure both where secured and placed in his pockets. Walking from the alley through his shield. Thankfully no one was there to see him, otherwise he'd look like he was walking through a wall. With a spring in his step he wandered the streets of Zeltiva, going to find a meal to eat. For later tonight he'd have a run in with a recent acquaintance and a new one as well. Both to become friends in a long many bells.

[Arcane]

Rewards and Treasure! Experience Points +3 Glyphing +1 Bodybuilding +1 Shielding +1 Reimancy Lores Practising on Random Crates Glyphing: Enhancing Magic on Body Comments Hey those crates belonged to someone! Somebody's gonna get pissed when he discovers his damaged crates