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[Quzon]

Third of Spring, 518 A.V.

Quzon stood firm as he looked out over a deep chasm. It all seemed so surreal, what had transpired the past few bells was astounding to his Isur nature. He had not been there for most of the initial discovery, but the Cerulean dig team had stumbled upon a moderately sized cavern. It was filled with stalactites and stalagmites, making the area supremly hard to navigate as one needed to zig-zag around pillars of tone to reach the cavern cliff that ended in a sheer drop into darkness. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the environment, other than the fact that several deposits of Emeralds could be seen glittering along the opposite wall of the pit nearly a foot down.

They were difficult to get, but earth Reimancy made it a simple matter of attract and release. "We ready?" The tattooed Myrian said with a slight smirk. His eyes shifting towards a male Dhani dressed in loose flowing yellow robes that stood to his left. It was a sweeping gaze which swiftly moved to his right. On that side stood a bald dark skinned human clad in red pants. Both of them were fellow earth Reimancer who would help him retrieve the deposits. "Only one way to find out?" The Human said with a sly smirk, his tone full of mischief. "Let's get on with it." The Dhani said with a hint of malice in her tone.

Quzon knew that the Dhani came from Zinrah, mainly because of the spite in their words. The Myrian versus Dhani bitterness was something he'd felt often while out on patrol when in the Taloban Military. But, he did not hate those of snake kind. Battle was battle when out in the jungle. But here, they were simply people doing a job. It still did not mean that the Myrian-isur would take any disrespect should the Snakes manners move beyond passive aggression.

The carts behind each of them were manned by a Cerulean waiting to take the gems to the lift, to be replaced by other Cerulean's with carts. Quzon, dressed only in his hunter's hide armor, lifted a hand in preparation to summon his Res. "All together. Keep Res close to stone. Group Res close together, avoids unwanted dangers." He spoke out in a well practiced form of broken common. 'Com-ryian', as he called it. Was where he simply replaced all the words he didn't know in Common with its Myrian counterpart.

The Earth Reimancers all began to summon their res in their own unique ways. The Human emitted a cloud of Res from their forehead, where the Dhani blew their ethereal cloud out from their nostrils. Quzon took the simple route by taking a moment to will his arcane into motion. His Res seeped from his body like a calming mist which formed into a soft green cloud floating above his head. He closed his open palm into a tight fist, using that simple action as a gesture to stop the emotion process once the cloud was as big as his head.

Quzon commanded his Res through mental commands, just like how he moved one of his own limbs. A raised hand lifted because he willed it, and his Res floated into the chasm, pressing against the gem deposits with the same type of ease. It moved about four meters away from him, almost reaching the end of his limit of control. The two other Reimancers drifted their Res along side Quzon's, where they all waited for the command to trigger their attraction.

The drain upon his pool of Djed to summon Res was minimum at best given his skill. It was supremely easy for someone to emit far too much Res, however he was not in any danger, neither was anyone disturbing his concentration. He emitted just enough to be effective on a large scale to the best of his ability. Quzon sat down on the ground to get comfortable as he worked his craft.

"All together, let the earth form shell."

The well built muscular pale skinned warrior willed his cloud of Res into transmutation, not into another element, but by altering the nature of his res into a swirling cloud that seemed to pull the very gem filled earth of the wall towards it. Like the formation of a new planet, the gem deposit started to circle around the large cloud of Res the three Mage's had cast.

The sound of earth being stripped away from its source was a beautiful one in its own way. It sounded like a slow rumble. The start of a stampede before going silent to repeat moments later. It was a team effort to strip the Emeralds from the earth. "Slow. We will not rush. Use gesture for focus." He spoke in a calmly commanding tone. The dark skinned Human lifted a hand to start making hand motions to aid his concentration. Quzon opened and closed his left fist as a physical motion to go along with his mental deactivation of his Res's attraction.

"All together, cease gathering and move to first cart."

Quzon slowly started to motion his closed fist like some type of Mage's staff, using the physical action as a musical conductor to help the others know the speed at which he moved his res, along with guiding the large boulder of earth they all controlled via its tri-res core of control. It took a chimes to safely float the small planet over the first cart.

"Snake, cease your hold."

The Dhani completely stopped the earth control of their res, causing a good portion of the gem filled earth to fall into the cart below. The human was the second one to deactivate their res after moving it over a second cart, and Quzon was the last to follow suit. The Cerulean standing by the carts all had to stand back to avoid any falling earth shrapnel, but started to pick up any fallen piece of valuable resources on the grounds around the carts after the Reimancers were done.

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[Quzon]

Seventh Day of Spring, 518 A.V.

The stocky tattooed mage returned to the cavern chamber the miners found several days ago. He made his way towards the area he dug emeralds only to find that the Akalak's had dug a tunnel into the wall on the other side of the chasm, building a rather stable looking short wooden bridge to the other side. He looked over the sides of the bridge to find that their were pillars of stone poking out from the wall, supporting it from the bottom that were obviously created through the use of Reimancy.

Quzon trudge onward across the bridge toward the area he was told to dig by his superiors. Even though his eyes lacked the all ability to see colors, his sense of hearing began to pick up the sounds of a struggle before even seeing it. His leisurely trudge turned into a hurried sprint to find the source of the trouble. Quzon was told by Typhus Chivan that all issues regarding the Cerulean were to be reported to him. It was a rule he recalled once the Myrian found an Akalak warrior in the middle of a struggle with a Cerulean.

They were on the ground in the middle of a tussle, with the Cerulean on top of the Akalak after tackling the other man to the ground. It looked like the man with facial tattoos was going through some type of blind rage. Quzon felt like he should aid in the struggle simply because he needed to work where they were fighting.

Despite the issues with the Tainted Shadows last season, Quzon refrained from hunting them this season to let far more academic minds handle the issue. A wait and see tactic that he forced himself to take, which meant he also stopped carrying his bladed weapons. And yet, a Myrian was not a Myrian unless they had some type of weapon on their person -Or at least that's what rumors said. Quzon had the lightweight cord of his Aclis wrapped around his waist like a belt, because he only stopped carrying his bladed weapons, not blunt. He unwound the cord from his waist to hold the base of the three foot long club in his hand, while holding the cord in his left hand.

"Grab his arms!" He told the Akalak on the ground, who instantly realized they had reinforcements. There was a small flurry of swiftly moving hands as the two men struggled to grab each other, but that was all Quzon needed as soon as the Cerulean's arms were locked in place at the wrist. The Myrian approached the grounded fighters from behind to loop the cord of his Aclis around the neck of Cerulean like a noose, then in the fashion of pulling on a garotte, started to straggle the ravenous facially tattooed man.

That alone was enough for the Cerulean to reach up towards his neck to try to remove the cord. The Akalak beneath quickly stood to his feet before waving for Quzon to stop. "Thanks, I'll take it from here. Petching fool jumped me from behind as I was examining the new supports in place." He stopped pulling on the cord, refraining from choking the Cerulean but still held it around his neck like a control leach. "Let take him to lift." The Akalak gave him a nod as they both escorted their prisoner to other members of the Cerulean.

It took him a bell before he managed to get back to work, taking the time out of his day to make a statement in front of Typhus Chivan in regards to the incident.

The tattoo covered Myrian found himself in line with the wall where he had stopped the fight, eyeing the stone impassively. It was now obvious why he was told to gather minerals here, as the gem deposits were rather densely packed along the wall. He did not need to dig to find them, only retrieve them. He reached out to crush a nice build up of mineral mica in his grasp. The brittle substance crumbled like sand to reveal a raw hard crystalline stone protruding from the wall. Being color blind made identifying gemstones incredibly difficult as he now could not tell an emerald from any other gem. However, he knew they were emeralds from the last time he dug because that is what he was told they were.

Quzon righted an overturned wheelbarrow that had fallen over during the previous struggle, then placed it against the wall right above where he would be moving earth to lessen the time it would take to move his Res.

Quzon sat down on the ground two meters to the right of the wall, closing his eyes to grasp onto the strands of power that played his Djed into motion like a bard played a drum. He focused on that sensation, using the thumping of his own heartbeat like a focus as he willed the essence of himself out from his body, ejecting it from the center of his forehead in an translucent green mist just above his head.

Quzon opened his eye, taking in the distance he sat away from the wall. It was always dangerous to stand to close to an element you were about to attract less you kill yourself with it by mistake. He nodded to himself once he double checked he was at a safe distance, then started to close his left palm into a tight fist. His seer willpower activating his extracted djeds new nature.

“Gather.” He mused aloud in Myrian. He stared at the wall to imprint the memory of earth in his mind. The smell of the stone in the air, and the texture of it last he touched the cold stone. The wall started to burst outward with mild force as his Res started to attract the earth into and around it. The wall of the mine looked like a mighty fist had punched into it, leaving a foot deep cavern in the wall as the earth was removed.

He lifted his right hand in a circular gesture to move his rest directly over the wheelbarrow. Quzon sat in disciplined silence until the mound of earth around his controlled Res was large enough to need displacement. Quzon opened his left hand as a gesture to cease the attraction of his Res. The loud clattering of stone into the wood of the cart reverberated through the mine shaft, then suddenly the area went silent as the last bits of dust settled.

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[Quzon]

Tenth Day of Spring, 518 A.V.

Practice made perfect. Or rather, repetition bred muscle memory.

The bulky Myrian treated his work as Reimancy training. He understood that Reimancy consisted of throwing strands of himself; 'himself' being the concept of djed, away to become some elemental effect. The emission of his Res was a simple as focusing on himself at this point. He controlled the the pace of his breathing, letting his lungs fill to the brim with air, then exhaling. It took him three breaths to get into the mindset of triggering the arcane.

It wafted out from his nostrils like an old man smoking on a pipe, forming a gaseous cloud over the top of his head. Quzon returned to area he'd been working constantly the past few days, eyeing the wall as it was now devoid of most of its emerald deposits. He willed his Res out away from his body, letting it linger against the stone of the wall as he glanced aside towards the other member of Earth Reimancers harvesting gems from the earth along with him. They were hardly a distraction to him, but he took note of how they all did extracted the earth in the same manner he did.

He willed his Res to extract the stone which laid in rest as the wall. The gas seeped into the cracks of the wall, reaching deep into the spaces only air could reach. Quzon mentally willed his Res to attract, then caused the wall to crumble in on itself to form a roughly shaped melon sized sphere of earth around his res. The repetitive act of attraction and deactivation, then dropping the gem filled rock into a container went on for several bells.

The voice of a distant Akalak announced the shift change which signaled the end of his workday. The mound of floating earth he controlled at that moment was shifted over the next container, but this time he did not end the attraction. Quzon focused his mind on the earth, letting his hands gather some dirt from the ground as perspiration accumulated along his brow. He ignited his Res with the power of transmutation, causing the gaseous core of Res to change into a solid material. The earth he transformed his res into was of a different property found in Riverfall. A geologist might tell that Quzon's transformed earth was like those minerals of the Jungles Wilds. With no Res within it to control all of that gem filled earth, it all came raining down into the cart below.

Afterwards, Quzon stood up from where he sat and left to go rest elsewhere.

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[Quzon]

Fourteenth Day of Spring, 518 A.V.

The nature of tapping into his Djed was something that he found easier with every passing day while working the mines. He had long since grown passed his novice days of taking chimes to emit his Res. No, now he could open his pool of energy with some amount of proficiency. The half naked, loincloth clad, Myrian intertwined thought with reality. His mind focusing on those energies within his body to be emitted from his nose. There was a wonderful sensation of pleasure that flowed through his body every time it happened as the arcane energies made his nerves tingle. The pools of his Djed causing two puffs of Res to bellow from his nostrils like some heavy smoker.

His green eyes narrowed, a motivated gaze concentrating on controlling the individual clouds. The smoke from his left nostril floated off towards that side of his body, while the right cloud went to the opposite way. Quzon controlled each one, letting them twirl around him like clouds on a windy day. The topic of res control was a thing he first learned how to do before ever even knowing how to use an element. It was a beginners technique he was glad his mother had forced him to practice.

Quzon motioned a hand towards the whole in the wall that he'd made four days ago to continue his mining. There would either be more emeralds left to uncover, or the current area would be tapped of its resources. The two clouds of res were sent into the wall, combining into the normal head-sized volume of gas he typically wielded while on the job.

"Any luck?"

The voice of an Aklak walking passed Quzon mused, simply speaking to the Myrian to keep up some small hint of sociability with the only other person in the mine shaft. "Don't know. Just starting." He was about to ignore the man when he heard the sounds of crumbling stone to his far left behind him. It was obvious from the sound alone that the Aklak must have also been a reimancer retrieving the emeralds from the opposite wall. He nodded to himself, not needing to turn around since the Aklak would be busy working.

Quzon took a few steps to the right of the nice sized cavern he'd been working. He was getting used to carving into a wall. He slowly closed his fist as a gesture to aid his Res into a state of Attraction. The wall started to cover the outside of his res in a tapestry of stone.

He tucked his elbow against his side, then started to pull his fist back towards his ribs. The cloud of res started to float away from the wall while still attracting the stone. It pulled any narrow sections of the whole into it to expand the hole before the entire floating mass of earth lingered above a cart. Quzon ceased the attraction with a slow exhale of his breath while opening his hand, resulting in a rock fall of earthen material that held very few signs of emeralds or stone that could form a gem habitat.

"No luck."

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[Quzon]

Grading

Quzon

• Observation:4
• Leadership: 1
• Rhetoric: 2
• socialization: 1
• Reimancy: 4
• Mining: 3
• Meditation: 3
• Tactics: 1
• Weapon(Aclis): 1

Lore

• Reimancy: Group Earth Reimancy.
• Djed: The Self.
• Report Cerulean problems to Typhus Chivan.
• Geology: Emeralds.
• Meditation: Sounds of Heartbeats for focus.
• Quzon: Repetition bread muscle memory.
• Reimancy: Jungle earth transmutation.
• Geology: Sign of Inhospitable gem environment.