5th of Autumn, 513 AV
9th Bell
Shielding was not coming easy for Aoren.
Despite his success several days prior at the conclusion of his outing into the Bronze Woods he was still having a great deal of difficulty wrapping his head around the principles of Shielding. It was an orderly magic. He was used to the more free spirited magic of Reimancy. Whereas the elements mandated a loose form of discipline in which one reacted rather than planned accordingly, Shielding required a firm idea in mind. It was maddeningly frustrating. He had been doing a lot more reading on the discipline. He had to. It was the only way he could glean some semblance of understanding in regards to the magic. At the moment though he was sitting in his preferred clearing.
The environment helped to calm him down. He could clear his head in the peaceful serenity of this clearing. While Syliras was a safe place to live it didn’t offer much in the way of privacy or solitude. He was a naturally solitary individual who only associated with the people he felt the need to. That was slowly changing over time but he still felt the strong urge to venture out into the wilderness so that he could find some peace and quiet. Currently he was staring at the book he’d purchased at the beginning of the season trying to pull out of its pages the key to making his journey of becoming a Shielder somewhat easier.
“In terms of danger, because this form of magic is so passive rather than active or aggressive, it is very difficult to overgive when using this discipline. The shielder simply runs out of the ability to finish the weave of a shield as they run out of djed to use to power up their shields. And unless djed strikes and is absorbed in their shield, which then becomes ‘free djed’ to weave into additional space, they simply can’t continue shielding or spread their shields out over greater areas.”
Well that’s reassuring.
Aoren felt a little bit safer knowing that. While he didn’t scoff at the idea of overgiving in any form no matter how mild it was nice to know that the discipline he was practicing would drive him insane any time soon. Sighing he marked his place in his book then picked up a rock he’d found on his way to the clearing. Rolling it between his fingers for a few moments he studied the shape of it. He felt its edges, the indents in its surface, the curvature of its overall shape. Taking a deep breath he brought the rock closer to his face then slowly exhaled over the rock. Strands of Djed began to flow out of his mouth as his breath washed over the surface of the rock. Aoren caught those strands with his free hand then began to weave them around the rock.
Block Djed.
He focused on the intent of his rudimentary Shield. There was very little he could do with Shields. He knew that much. At his level of proficiency he would be lucky if he could block a few natural senses such as sight or sound. So he stuck to what he was certain he could block with his Shields, Djed. Namely, the Djed of his Reimancy. Aoren furrowed his brow. Already weaving the Shield around the rock was proving difficult. Strands of the Djed he’d conjured to put in place over the small stone were breaking. There were parts that were not meshing together very well. He could see holes forming over the rock where he pressed, tugged, pulled and edged along the shape of the stone with his fingers. He took another deep breath and breathed over the rock once more catching the Djed that exuded from his mouth using it to add to the Shield he was forming. It was slow work.
9th Bell
Shielding was not coming easy for Aoren.
Despite his success several days prior at the conclusion of his outing into the Bronze Woods he was still having a great deal of difficulty wrapping his head around the principles of Shielding. It was an orderly magic. He was used to the more free spirited magic of Reimancy. Whereas the elements mandated a loose form of discipline in which one reacted rather than planned accordingly, Shielding required a firm idea in mind. It was maddeningly frustrating. He had been doing a lot more reading on the discipline. He had to. It was the only way he could glean some semblance of understanding in regards to the magic. At the moment though he was sitting in his preferred clearing.
The environment helped to calm him down. He could clear his head in the peaceful serenity of this clearing. While Syliras was a safe place to live it didn’t offer much in the way of privacy or solitude. He was a naturally solitary individual who only associated with the people he felt the need to. That was slowly changing over time but he still felt the strong urge to venture out into the wilderness so that he could find some peace and quiet. Currently he was staring at the book he’d purchased at the beginning of the season trying to pull out of its pages the key to making his journey of becoming a Shielder somewhat easier.
“In terms of danger, because this form of magic is so passive rather than active or aggressive, it is very difficult to overgive when using this discipline. The shielder simply runs out of the ability to finish the weave of a shield as they run out of djed to use to power up their shields. And unless djed strikes and is absorbed in their shield, which then becomes ‘free djed’ to weave into additional space, they simply can’t continue shielding or spread their shields out over greater areas.”
Well that’s reassuring.
Aoren felt a little bit safer knowing that. While he didn’t scoff at the idea of overgiving in any form no matter how mild it was nice to know that the discipline he was practicing would drive him insane any time soon. Sighing he marked his place in his book then picked up a rock he’d found on his way to the clearing. Rolling it between his fingers for a few moments he studied the shape of it. He felt its edges, the indents in its surface, the curvature of its overall shape. Taking a deep breath he brought the rock closer to his face then slowly exhaled over the rock. Strands of Djed began to flow out of his mouth as his breath washed over the surface of the rock. Aoren caught those strands with his free hand then began to weave them around the rock.
Block Djed.
He focused on the intent of his rudimentary Shield. There was very little he could do with Shields. He knew that much. At his level of proficiency he would be lucky if he could block a few natural senses such as sight or sound. So he stuck to what he was certain he could block with his Shields, Djed. Namely, the Djed of his Reimancy. Aoren furrowed his brow. Already weaving the Shield around the rock was proving difficult. Strands of the Djed he’d conjured to put in place over the small stone were breaking. There were parts that were not meshing together very well. He could see holes forming over the rock where he pressed, tugged, pulled and edged along the shape of the stone with his fingers. He took another deep breath and breathed over the rock once more catching the Djed that exuded from his mouth using it to add to the Shield he was forming. It was slow work.