Spring 10 513 AV
Fire, it could create or destroy. Fire, it could light the way or burn a path. Fire, it would warm the very soul, and at the same time the person could feel deaths bone chilling touch. Fire was a powerful tool and a cornerstone of civilization as we know it. To harness fire is to harness the very essence of one of the most important building blocks of humanity, of culture, of life itself. It gives but it also takes. Fire wields a transforming power just like Alchemy. Rays fire, yes, her fire would be that of transformation as well. She would be a guiding light for civilization and forge the way with fires wrath, but tamed and tempered with a mothers love.
Her power with Reimancy was not great at all, but she had many tricks up her sleeve to improve her performance. The art of Glyphing has changed and transformed many magics for the better and broke many restraints on mages if they had the foresight to prepare beforehand. She has explained the Glyphing theory to many wizards, but few to none have taken her advice to heart. It only served to prove just how foolish every other wizard out there was. It only served to cement the reality into Rayage that she was one of the most gifted wizards ever to walk Mizahar. The Archwizard said so himself, that she could have been Pycons reincarnation… Granted that was impossible, as she was two centuries older than the wizard himself. In the end it’s the thought that counts, right?
Outside the Citadel Ray worked in an isolated spot. Paper out in front of her, a small vial of ink set on the ground before her she began to set to work on her next glyph. It wouldn’t be overly complicated, as she only had that small scrap of paper to work with, but it would be something, and something is always better than nothing. Quill dipped in the ink vial which weighted down the paper and kept it from moving or being blown away from some of the spring winds which passed. In about the center of the glyph Ray drew a box. In the center of each of the four sides Ray drew a vertical or horizontal line to mark the about center. Starting on the bottom most side Ray took the measurement of about center, and extended a line from the center all the way to the opposing corner. She drew another line like that on the other side of the center mark, and came to make what looked like an upside down triangle in a box. Rotating the paper till she had another ‘bottom most side’ to deal with she mimicked the making of a triangle like figure. Rotating it again she repeated the process of drawing the lines, and one last time completed it. She now stared at a star-like figure and admired it with a small smile. This shape would serve as her switch to draw the magic stored into each glyph present on the sides of the box into one spell.
On each side of the switch-box she drew a circle, this would be the base of her glyph, each glyph being identical to the last. Inside each circle she made three dots each in a nice, crisp horizontal row. From the dots she made diagonal hash marks (///) and from there drew a line through each mark connecting them (-/-/-/-). The circle and the lined hashes would work as a focus. Around each circle she surrounded them with various shapes and squiggly marks that looked like nothing special, but they served a very important purpose, they would act as a barrier restricting the magical flow until the trigger is released.
On the upper right hand corner she made an x-like mark with an elongated side. That would serve as the trigger, a release mechanism to cancel the barriers, release the magical flow, and fire the fire-bolt. It was set as ‘when ichor is applied to the mark’ the trigger will release the sigils from the barriers.
Once the glyph was drawn the nuit smiled down at it. This was the beginning of something great, and it was going to be one of many, one of many which would store her power that she would not use today, perhaps not tomorrow, but at least it won’t go to waste. Standing, a purple glimmer shined off the cloak as it reflected the sunlight. The heavier cloak slowed her movements down even more, but the added protection granted was well worth it. On the back was the sign of the Ouroboros, the serpent eating its own tail though it was obscured some by the lengthy black hair which fell from the undeads head.
The glyph was concentrated on as the nuit stared at the image trying to find her center. She traced the shape with her mind, running imaginary fingers across the glyph and just focused on the switch which she had drawn. Her thoughts, thoughts of her homunculus, thoughts of her experiments, thoughts of her obligations to Sahova, plans to conquer this small island one step at a time all faded to the back as she focused. The shape almost entranced Ray, and she focused on something else: her fire. She could see it burning already in her mind’s eye, and all she needed to do was release it upon the world, cast out a part of herself which would regenerate given time, and forge the fire with the magic of Reimancy.
Still very much new to the magic of Reimancy the nuit took it slow, extending her arm outward, palm down, over the glyph. Fingers spread as the Alchemists attention shifted from the fire within to the hand which she would command the basic spell. Mentally she grasped upon her very soul, feeling the need to release, and severed a good part of it. The mental knife which bit into her very being was the price willingly sacrificed for the magic about to be done. She transformed and flowed the now free djed, and with thought alone it pooled in her arm. The feeling of res under her skin made her shiver visibly as it reminded her of the not so gentle initiation she had received from Master Miro.
Thick red res clung to the outstretched hand and began to droop like some gel. A part of it broke off and formed a sloppy sphere. Though soon a small path of res would connect the orb to her hand once more, the connection feeding the small sphere as the wizards mind worked to make it ‘perfectly’ smooth and round. She struggled with it, the res always losing shape, but eventually she kept feeding it until the part of her soul which she had severed had been all used and was now present in the floating orb of res.
Satisfied she moved onto the next step and cut the sphere, which was about the size of a large watermelon, into four more or less equal parts. Ray accomplished this by using a simple, but effective gesture. Literally she drove her hand through the res as if it were a knife, and separated the two halfs. Then she halfed the two halfs once more creating four parts. Each part looked silly, but with a little bit of physically molding them with her hands they once again represented spheres. All of this took more time than she would have liked, but she was still very new to this art and had to take things slower than most.
Moving the four spheres of res over the respective glyphs she smiled, this ritual was just about done. One by one she concentrated on each orb individually willing it to shoot in the air just above her head before she made it collide downwards, shooting as fast as she could will it at such close range. The moment before it orb would hit the paper she felt the fire build, could it hear it crackle in her mind, and used the imagery to light the res aflame. The glyph greedily took and ate the fire the wizard offered it, storing it for later. Once all four orbs were stored in this manner the nuit was satisfied and rolled up the paper, and stopped the ink, and went on her way back to the citadel. The glyphed paper clutched in a hand, the ink and quill in the other.
…
Entering the Vestibule the nuit stopped. Usually she wouldn’t bat an eye at the newcomer, but there was a mention of not one, but two magics which piqued her interests: Alchemy and Magecraft. She had been more generous lately and so a couple devious thoughts entered her mind. Stepping forward she addressed TAR, ”The position in Lab-45E has been filled. Master Rayage will take this one.”
Turning to the other she offered him a smile, a smile unlike any other nuit on the island. Master Rayage actually looked alive and well. There was a fleshy living color to her skin, and no sign of rot traced her features. If it were not for her slower than average movements then one might as well consider her alive. Emerald green eyes stared him with a sense of authority, ”Come.” she said, her word not to be argued as she made her way past TAR and into the courtyard.
”So, now tell me, why exactly did you come to Sahova?” she asked, she nodded at the question, ”But first, what is your name?” she asked, ”I must know my apprentices names to fairly address them, yes?” she told him, the question sounding more mockery than her actually being serious. ”I am Master Rayage, and I will be addressed as such. Luckily for you Alchemy is my specialty.” She had been needing another apprentice to help with all the slaves which she had procured, especially with the taming that one Zith…
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Fire, it could create or destroy. Fire, it could light the way or burn a path. Fire, it would warm the very soul, and at the same time the person could feel deaths bone chilling touch. Fire was a powerful tool and a cornerstone of civilization as we know it. To harness fire is to harness the very essence of one of the most important building blocks of humanity, of culture, of life itself. It gives but it also takes. Fire wields a transforming power just like Alchemy. Rays fire, yes, her fire would be that of transformation as well. She would be a guiding light for civilization and forge the way with fires wrath, but tamed and tempered with a mothers love.
Her power with Reimancy was not great at all, but she had many tricks up her sleeve to improve her performance. The art of Glyphing has changed and transformed many magics for the better and broke many restraints on mages if they had the foresight to prepare beforehand. She has explained the Glyphing theory to many wizards, but few to none have taken her advice to heart. It only served to prove just how foolish every other wizard out there was. It only served to cement the reality into Rayage that she was one of the most gifted wizards ever to walk Mizahar. The Archwizard said so himself, that she could have been Pycons reincarnation… Granted that was impossible, as she was two centuries older than the wizard himself. In the end it’s the thought that counts, right?
Outside the Citadel Ray worked in an isolated spot. Paper out in front of her, a small vial of ink set on the ground before her she began to set to work on her next glyph. It wouldn’t be overly complicated, as she only had that small scrap of paper to work with, but it would be something, and something is always better than nothing. Quill dipped in the ink vial which weighted down the paper and kept it from moving or being blown away from some of the spring winds which passed. In about the center of the glyph Ray drew a box. In the center of each of the four sides Ray drew a vertical or horizontal line to mark the about center. Starting on the bottom most side Ray took the measurement of about center, and extended a line from the center all the way to the opposing corner. She drew another line like that on the other side of the center mark, and came to make what looked like an upside down triangle in a box. Rotating the paper till she had another ‘bottom most side’ to deal with she mimicked the making of a triangle like figure. Rotating it again she repeated the process of drawing the lines, and one last time completed it. She now stared at a star-like figure and admired it with a small smile. This shape would serve as her switch to draw the magic stored into each glyph present on the sides of the box into one spell.
On each side of the switch-box she drew a circle, this would be the base of her glyph, each glyph being identical to the last. Inside each circle she made three dots each in a nice, crisp horizontal row. From the dots she made diagonal hash marks (///) and from there drew a line through each mark connecting them (-/-/-/-). The circle and the lined hashes would work as a focus. Around each circle she surrounded them with various shapes and squiggly marks that looked like nothing special, but they served a very important purpose, they would act as a barrier restricting the magical flow until the trigger is released.
On the upper right hand corner she made an x-like mark with an elongated side. That would serve as the trigger, a release mechanism to cancel the barriers, release the magical flow, and fire the fire-bolt. It was set as ‘when ichor is applied to the mark’ the trigger will release the sigils from the barriers.
Once the glyph was drawn the nuit smiled down at it. This was the beginning of something great, and it was going to be one of many, one of many which would store her power that she would not use today, perhaps not tomorrow, but at least it won’t go to waste. Standing, a purple glimmer shined off the cloak as it reflected the sunlight. The heavier cloak slowed her movements down even more, but the added protection granted was well worth it. On the back was the sign of the Ouroboros, the serpent eating its own tail though it was obscured some by the lengthy black hair which fell from the undeads head.
The glyph was concentrated on as the nuit stared at the image trying to find her center. She traced the shape with her mind, running imaginary fingers across the glyph and just focused on the switch which she had drawn. Her thoughts, thoughts of her homunculus, thoughts of her experiments, thoughts of her obligations to Sahova, plans to conquer this small island one step at a time all faded to the back as she focused. The shape almost entranced Ray, and she focused on something else: her fire. She could see it burning already in her mind’s eye, and all she needed to do was release it upon the world, cast out a part of herself which would regenerate given time, and forge the fire with the magic of Reimancy.
Still very much new to the magic of Reimancy the nuit took it slow, extending her arm outward, palm down, over the glyph. Fingers spread as the Alchemists attention shifted from the fire within to the hand which she would command the basic spell. Mentally she grasped upon her very soul, feeling the need to release, and severed a good part of it. The mental knife which bit into her very being was the price willingly sacrificed for the magic about to be done. She transformed and flowed the now free djed, and with thought alone it pooled in her arm. The feeling of res under her skin made her shiver visibly as it reminded her of the not so gentle initiation she had received from Master Miro.
Thick red res clung to the outstretched hand and began to droop like some gel. A part of it broke off and formed a sloppy sphere. Though soon a small path of res would connect the orb to her hand once more, the connection feeding the small sphere as the wizards mind worked to make it ‘perfectly’ smooth and round. She struggled with it, the res always losing shape, but eventually she kept feeding it until the part of her soul which she had severed had been all used and was now present in the floating orb of res.
Satisfied she moved onto the next step and cut the sphere, which was about the size of a large watermelon, into four more or less equal parts. Ray accomplished this by using a simple, but effective gesture. Literally she drove her hand through the res as if it were a knife, and separated the two halfs. Then she halfed the two halfs once more creating four parts. Each part looked silly, but with a little bit of physically molding them with her hands they once again represented spheres. All of this took more time than she would have liked, but she was still very new to this art and had to take things slower than most.
Moving the four spheres of res over the respective glyphs she smiled, this ritual was just about done. One by one she concentrated on each orb individually willing it to shoot in the air just above her head before she made it collide downwards, shooting as fast as she could will it at such close range. The moment before it orb would hit the paper she felt the fire build, could it hear it crackle in her mind, and used the imagery to light the res aflame. The glyph greedily took and ate the fire the wizard offered it, storing it for later. Once all four orbs were stored in this manner the nuit was satisfied and rolled up the paper, and stopped the ink, and went on her way back to the citadel. The glyphed paper clutched in a hand, the ink and quill in the other.
…
Entering the Vestibule the nuit stopped. Usually she wouldn’t bat an eye at the newcomer, but there was a mention of not one, but two magics which piqued her interests: Alchemy and Magecraft. She had been more generous lately and so a couple devious thoughts entered her mind. Stepping forward she addressed TAR, ”The position in Lab-45E has been filled. Master Rayage will take this one.”
Turning to the other she offered him a smile, a smile unlike any other nuit on the island. Master Rayage actually looked alive and well. There was a fleshy living color to her skin, and no sign of rot traced her features. If it were not for her slower than average movements then one might as well consider her alive. Emerald green eyes stared him with a sense of authority, ”Come.” she said, her word not to be argued as she made her way past TAR and into the courtyard.
”So, now tell me, why exactly did you come to Sahova?” she asked, she nodded at the question, ”But first, what is your name?” she asked, ”I must know my apprentices names to fairly address them, yes?” she told him, the question sounding more mockery than her actually being serious. ”I am Master Rayage, and I will be addressed as such. Luckily for you Alchemy is my specialty.” She had been needing another apprentice to help with all the slaves which she had procured, especially with the taming that one Zith…
. As for you Ray, great job on the reimancy! I threw in an extra point for the meticulous attention to detail in your post. If you want more, however, I need to see some emphasis on the draining aspect of using reimancy at the novice level. It should be a strain on the mind, as well as the Djed, to preform even something as simple as that in the beginning stages. Great job with the glyphing though. Add it to your arsenal! Lol. PM me if you have any concerns 
