Spring 1, 514 A.V.
The day was bright, early, and beautiful; it was such a marvelous day and Xen did not want to wake-up to experience it. The sun beams into his room, thanks to the reflective stones that made up his cavern—damn them all to the void. He grumbles under his sheets as the moss beneath him rustles beneath the soft fabric of the bed. Xen raises his covers above his head, obscuring the light from his grumpy eyes. Xen had successfully defeated the burning rays of the sun and praises his sheets for their thickness.
Xen triumphantly grins from under his sheets and dozes back into the realms of sleep until he hears water dripping. The sound echoes throughout the cavern—Drip, drip, drip, driiiiiip. The madness, it must stop! Xen bursts from his covers with the whites of his eyes slightly red in color. He grumbles as he searches for the noise or at least the source of it. He walks towards the entrance of his cavern and peeks outside—the place was silent. However, his room was active with a symphony of evil going on within its depths.
“Ah, thiss iss sso annoying!?”
Xen felt his right eye twitch, his frustration was going beyond the normal limits of a sane person. Xen knew his patience would not allow him to search thoroughly enough to find the dripping and his cavern was too large to search on a cranky and disorganized mind. Xen saw one solution to this…reimancy. Reimancy was his greatest nemesis; it consumes his concentration, demanding it: like a bastard child from a relative you dislike … a lot . Xen positions himself in a sitting posture on top of a moss coated stone in the center of his room. He exhales and inhales to calm and steady his nervous which were almost exhausted from frustration.
The dripping went on, as Xen continues his concentration. He closes his eyes, allowing the world around him to darken and lose its form. Xen concentrates on the sheer blackness and imagines that he’s sitting on the surface of this blackness. The world around him was tranquil and quiet but occasionally the dripping sound would penetrate the blackness and cause ripples within his mind. Xen outstretches his right hand and uses his left hand to grip onto his outstretched hands wrist. He could feel the djed throughout his body, flowing like waters that rage against a calm lakes surface.
A bead of sweat appears on Xen’s forehead which was quickly followed by another. Reimancy was very difficult for Xen, as he was only told the basics of the craft and not how to make the task of using it easier. Xen concentrates on the djed he feels and by sheer force of will—commands it to surface. Xen grinds his teeth, as he struggles to command the djed into the palm of his hand. The task was proving to be very difficult, as Xen begins to sweat profusely. In his stubbornness, Xen holds on until he feels the djed give and appear in the center of his hand in the form of translucent res.
The gaseous production of Xen’s effort levitates in the center of his hand. He opens his eyes and could barely see the res within his hand but he could feel that the substance was there, awaiting his command. Xen concentrated on the dripping; he was very familiar with water: how it looks and how it felt. He concentrates on the res which begins to draw in the water around it.
Xen watches as his own sweat was drawn to the res and finally as droplets of water from the nearest corner of the room floated towards him. Xen grins at his success but was very tired from the ordeal. He uses his left hand to physically mold the res into a spherical shape. Xen maintains absolute focus upon the res and water before him while drawing in the water around him. When he felt that all that was needed to be done was finished, he sends the sphere of water hurtling across the room, allowing it to smash against the wall.
Xen had successfully found the source of his troubles; it resided within the left corner of his room. He was glad that situation was settled but now he had another problem…he was sweaty. Xen did not enjoy giving off bad body odor; it would have others think of him as a dirty person. Xen did not think fondly of this; he did not like to stink for it also gave away his position when hiding or hunting. Xen knew a bath is what he needed, grabbing a hold of his robe and an extra pair of pants; he heads out to the steam baths.
Xen triumphantly grins from under his sheets and dozes back into the realms of sleep until he hears water dripping. The sound echoes throughout the cavern—Drip, drip, drip, driiiiiip. The madness, it must stop! Xen bursts from his covers with the whites of his eyes slightly red in color. He grumbles as he searches for the noise or at least the source of it. He walks towards the entrance of his cavern and peeks outside—the place was silent. However, his room was active with a symphony of evil going on within its depths.
“Ah, thiss iss sso annoying!?”
Xen felt his right eye twitch, his frustration was going beyond the normal limits of a sane person. Xen knew his patience would not allow him to search thoroughly enough to find the dripping and his cavern was too large to search on a cranky and disorganized mind. Xen saw one solution to this…reimancy. Reimancy was his greatest nemesis; it consumes his concentration, demanding it: like a bastard child from a relative you dislike … a lot . Xen positions himself in a sitting posture on top of a moss coated stone in the center of his room. He exhales and inhales to calm and steady his nervous which were almost exhausted from frustration.
The dripping went on, as Xen continues his concentration. He closes his eyes, allowing the world around him to darken and lose its form. Xen concentrates on the sheer blackness and imagines that he’s sitting on the surface of this blackness. The world around him was tranquil and quiet but occasionally the dripping sound would penetrate the blackness and cause ripples within his mind. Xen outstretches his right hand and uses his left hand to grip onto his outstretched hands wrist. He could feel the djed throughout his body, flowing like waters that rage against a calm lakes surface.
A bead of sweat appears on Xen’s forehead which was quickly followed by another. Reimancy was very difficult for Xen, as he was only told the basics of the craft and not how to make the task of using it easier. Xen concentrates on the djed he feels and by sheer force of will—commands it to surface. Xen grinds his teeth, as he struggles to command the djed into the palm of his hand. The task was proving to be very difficult, as Xen begins to sweat profusely. In his stubbornness, Xen holds on until he feels the djed give and appear in the center of his hand in the form of translucent res.
The gaseous production of Xen’s effort levitates in the center of his hand. He opens his eyes and could barely see the res within his hand but he could feel that the substance was there, awaiting his command. Xen concentrated on the dripping; he was very familiar with water: how it looks and how it felt. He concentrates on the res which begins to draw in the water around it.
Xen watches as his own sweat was drawn to the res and finally as droplets of water from the nearest corner of the room floated towards him. Xen grins at his success but was very tired from the ordeal. He uses his left hand to physically mold the res into a spherical shape. Xen maintains absolute focus upon the res and water before him while drawing in the water around him. When he felt that all that was needed to be done was finished, he sends the sphere of water hurtling across the room, allowing it to smash against the wall.
Xen had successfully found the source of his troubles; it resided within the left corner of his room. He was glad that situation was settled but now he had another problem…he was sweaty. Xen did not enjoy giving off bad body odor; it would have others think of him as a dirty person. Xen did not think fondly of this; he did not like to stink for it also gave away his position when hiding or hunting. Xen knew a bath is what he needed, grabbing a hold of his robe and an extra pair of pants; he heads out to the steam baths.
