5th day of Spring, 512 AV
Since branded with Returning, Miro’s life had changed completely. It was for the best, really, but there was so much happening. He really was ready to leave for Zeltiva, now a changed man. His destiny waited beyond the Suvan. Ender was a great addition, giving him some security, but to have his life bound to another was a bit unsettling. It seemed that when things got interesting or exciting it would trigger a response, but anything other time Miro would simply get an order to let him observe. The Irylid was a strange creature, but had great potential. If only they could get past the attitude conflict.
Trying to resist dominating the creature was the hardest part. They would slowly take over, these thoughts that would try and convince him that he was the one who called the shots. Whispers of setting the balance of power straight appeared in his mind. Miro had however agreed to treat him as a partner, and would at least keep a guise of it. Any influence was only for the summon’s benefit anyways. Anything he had to do was not his fault, but his unwilling partner’s. Kinneas was gone, and though his mind would tell him that the man was only a tool to survive, something to use up and discard before he moved on, the Chained One knew better.
Love of his lost ones were all the company he had left in his unbeating heart. They would want Miro to do right, to keep doing things to help people, and despite his immortality and cravings for power, he still could. He had been blessed by the gods with so much power, yet had none to show it to. Yet the raspy whisper of a voice always reminded him of the city around him. Alvadas was weak, filled with people who were impossible to truly dominate or leave a proper impression on, and he needed out. It was not the place for his kind. His new destiny was one of magic, and he was finally able to explore on the world without fear of death.
It was time though. No longer would the restraints of the past restrain him. His target was set in sight, now he would take time to prepare. Through reading his books, Miro found their contents were nothing to be impressed by, but they gave an insight, just enough to show what was possible. There were some subjects that were more appealing, but he would look over each of them once more. The bitter lonely feeling began to root itself in the Reimancer’s mind once again. He wanted to reach a hand out and hoped he could find a light in his Familiar. ”Ender, tell me, why don’t you turn into an orb? I am really glad to have you with me, and to see you are safe, but you don’t react. You could talk, to say what you see or your opinions. Are you really okay with just watching me live? Always you are so idle.”
As usual, his words fell upon deaf ears. The Irylid cared little to respond to his questions and mindless rambling, which only made the undead feel more lost. Only when Ender needed something did he ever speak. Miro gladly obeyed any request, but wished more casual interactions would take place. Instead he was left with a wrist covered in ice, his only companion through life. They had only just met, but there had to be some way to become closer to the summon. Kinneas was always willing to talk when he was needed. Why did Ender care so little for him?
Choosing a Familiar lead the wizard to believe that each was desperate to join him. And though this was true for some, this creature seemed ambivalent. From what Shale had told him, their world was not a pleasant one, and yet Ender did not seem to worry of being sent back. At the time it seemed as if he did not fear the world, but the kid had to wonder if he was simply too apathetic to do anything other than sit idly and watch existence move along. The relationship was frustrating, but easy to forget. Sometimes the silence was nice, and he could appreciate not being bothered constantly.
However he rarely ever truly appreciate being without bother. When it was not his cravings clawing at his insides to get out, it was other things. Rarely Ender, but more commonly after thinking of the creature. The blackened arm would dig its claws into his mind, whisper doubts about the Irylid, the city around him. Things he suspected, felt he needed to be cautious of. It did not make him feel as much paranoid as it did a pariah. He was without his former identity, and though his new one had a fancy title, he was estranged from everything outside of the walls of his home. He would still make an attempt to bridge out to his Familiar however.
”Ender, someday we will become best friends. No, more like brothers, definitely.” The wizard was starting to feel a tinge of excitement within. He spoke using his voice rather than the telepathic link. ”No, definitely closer than brothers, almost like twins. Like twins that are connected and have to do everything together.” And for once Ender actually replied to aimless musings. ”I am sure of this too. Often have I promised myself it would be my eventual fate. I am hardly content to sit by idly. I simply do not act without need.” And it was comforting to hear, until the whispers crept into the wizard’s head. ”Lies”, over and over repeated in his mind.
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Rite of Sight
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Rite of Sight
by Miro on November 2nd, 2013, 4:16 am
Miro walked to his bookcase and pulled each of his books forth. They were not quite books, more like the scribblings of someone who had dabbled into arts far too harsh for him to endure, resulting in death journals. Most were only a few pages long, leaving most pages blank as if the novice mage were planning on writing a guide, or possibly document his slipping sanity. Whatever, it was mattered little, the journals were pathetic. He would just make the best of it and gain what he could from them. Perhaps there was a hidden gem of knowledge within the pages.
A bracelet sat on top of the shelf, forgotten until now. It was a gift, though it seemed more like a curse, just another reminder of failure. Miro wanted for so long to forget it, but he knew he had done what he could. Fate played his hand, and that was all there was to it. The old man gave away a reminder too. The items were a linked pair, two lessons given to him, lessons he would never forget. If he were to carry his staff, he would have to take the bracelet as well. Yagame still lived on, and Miro would not forget. He snatched the bracelet and placed it around his right wrist next to Ender. It seemed the best place. Besides it could even cause him to speak.
Magic was not something best learned from a few pages, but to get insight into a lesser mages experience would prove useful. From what he had seen, the most informative book was that on Morphing, actually making it somewhat desirable. The discipline was challenging, and Miro felt he could hardly stand up to it, unable to grasp the idea of transformation. But he had an inspiration, somebody to show him the correct way to use it. Or as close as he could hope to come to correct.
Iliana, she was quite the mage. Djed became art as her body moved with a grace he had seen in other performers, but never before or since with such passion. Indeed it was true, she was born under the goddess of beauty and grace. It pained Miro, missing her so, knowing he could not see her before leaving. His new form, the empty house was best, not wanting to scare his once friends. Caring carries a burden, and when bonds break, pain sets in. For so long he took the entirety of the city on his back, but now he would appear a monster to these people. Though in name a hero.
Miro snapped his fingers, remembering why his mind had shifted to such a subject. “Ah, yes, her talents in Morphing.” He thought of the process he had once seen, and pondered how one would achieve what she had so many times before. Simple cosmetic changes, such as hair color, eye color, just slight variations to already present features. Indeed this approach was not so different from what he had tried before and found difficult, but perhaps now he would be able to progress.
Morphing was not permanent, meaning that whatever transformations made, done right or wrong, would not be a permanent deformity. In fact damage to the body, Morphed or otherwise, was hardly an issue. The Chained One would naturally heal to his current form, no matter the wound. Working on his eyes seemed difficult, so he would focus elsewhere. Miro looked down at his pale hand that he held out. The sharp claws he possessed would be perfect to start testing on.
This was something he could manage, even if to achieve a minor effect. It was obvious color change was something possible, yet so foreign to Miro’s idea of magic. To use djed to change the color of himself? It was a bit ridiculous, and yet his teacher was a young performer he had witnessed using the magic for show. When he had learned all he could from her, perhaps then he would find himself in a position to invent a useful technique. Until them it seemed he was stuck with performer’s Morphing.
Starting on this would require a lot of focus to push his mind in new directions. It had been a while, but the wizard was more than anxious to learn. The book contained very little on Morphing, yet showed a picture as an example as a model. It seemed the writer had more talent as an artist, as the picture showed several perspectives and detailed drawings. But this would not be useful. It was obvious what must be done. A simple goal needed to be set and then he would find the easiest route to achieve it. Already he had a goal in mind, so now it was just to find the means to make it happen.
All magic performed better when assisted by runes, meaning that his skills in Glyphing could ease the friction with new magic. The book spoke of aiding the transformation by instead of using gestures, molding the area to achieve transformation. It was an interesting concept, but what Miro hoped to accomplish would not be Morphing shape, but rather color. The simple task of transforming his black nail into a stark white. This task was hardly simple however, considering his lack of training. The fact that white was the further thing from black was added to prove mastery. Until he could change color accurately without altering shape, he had not accomplished his training. The idea of altering shape would also be a good tool to learn.
Of course molding would only do a little to help, but using his hand to assist the transformation still seemed to be the right way to do things. By channeling Djed into the targeted area from his hand, he could task it to change the nail in the desired way. If he were to glyph his fingers, the task would be even easier to achieve. Still, even with that simple trick, it wouldn’t be enough. Morphing was complex, something that had always eluded understanding in the past. Miro’s discipline through life gave him an understanding of the unity between his body and the soul piloting it. Such a discipline as Morphing asked him to stray away from this familiar knowledge.
Focusing on the goal of understanding of the energy controlling your vessel, teaching you to harness every bit of energy within your body, sure, that was easy. But to Morph into another body? It seemed a path to ruin. One could not possibly hope to understand the capabilities of a body not their own. Although, his new vessel was different from his last, and more powerful as well. He even managed to maintain a connection to it, pushing his limits further. Using the Flux was always risky, but anything requiring balance presents risk. Like Reimancy’s elements that assist and oppose one another to find a greater unity, he would also find balance between his magics.
Instead of looking at what was different, he should search for what was the same. Within his body was a great deal of Djed. The Flux allowed him to redirect that Djed to strengthen a section, and Morphing allowed him to use his Djed to alter his body. For as unstable the idea seemed, perhaps there was some parallel. At the very least he could use his skills in the Flux to assist and push along his efforts. For now he would take caution to explore what it was to Morph. He would start by learning the process of transforming his body, then practice it to be as smooth as possible.
There was no certainty that anything would help along the process though. Glyphing was very useful in assisting magic, especially personal magics, but it was not a guarantee the right effect would come of it. Glyphs could just as easily turn out useless or even act to hinder his plight. The same could be said for the Flux as well. Mixing two disciplines always presented risk, especially when one was so new. And without mention to the seemingly contrary natures between them. Nothing risked nothing gained however. His current skills would have to carry him.
The undead ran his hands back along his new longer hair. The new sharper nails formed small incisions along the scalp as he parted his hair. It stung slightly, though the wounds did not bleed. it did however cause him a slight tinge of excitement, though short lived for he could already feel the marks slowly begin to heal. He spotted his Glyphing supplies on the shelf across the room. The black pot contained his inscribing paint, the necessary tool to draw runes.
A channeling sigil was all he needed to create. But if he were to change the shape of his body, the glyph as well would change, which was dangerous. Instead only the assisting parts would bear the marks. He began to grin as he looked down at his bracelet, as eager as he was nervous to work on his new relationship. Ender, his new Familiar, he was confusing. How he acted, why he said the things he did, but there was so much potential in him. So far he only cared to keep safe, which was fine. But he had a powerful ability to contribute. The Irylid saw everything around them, all of it reflected in its ever watching eye.
Today would be different though, a he would show the summon how lucky he was. Show him the new way his life would evolve from now on. Magic was Miro’s lifeblood, which meant soon it would be his partners as well. The wizard walked over to the shelf and snatched the container away. It had been a while since he relied on a glyph for anything, but he was more than familiar with the process of creating a channeling sigil.
Yet again his mind was drawn back to his Familiar who rest silently on his wrist. It was not easy to present such a big change, so today he would show him well what the benefit of pushing boundaries and growing stronger were. With a partner his potential was double, though he was unsure of many of the details on what Ender had to offer. For now he would settle to achieve some progression on their relation, to grow their bond stronger in many new ways. The moment to break the ice would present itself, this he did not doubt. He could totally sense that kind of stuff.
A bracelet sat on top of the shelf, forgotten until now. It was a gift, though it seemed more like a curse, just another reminder of failure. Miro wanted for so long to forget it, but he knew he had done what he could. Fate played his hand, and that was all there was to it. The old man gave away a reminder too. The items were a linked pair, two lessons given to him, lessons he would never forget. If he were to carry his staff, he would have to take the bracelet as well. Yagame still lived on, and Miro would not forget. He snatched the bracelet and placed it around his right wrist next to Ender. It seemed the best place. Besides it could even cause him to speak.
Magic was not something best learned from a few pages, but to get insight into a lesser mages experience would prove useful. From what he had seen, the most informative book was that on Morphing, actually making it somewhat desirable. The discipline was challenging, and Miro felt he could hardly stand up to it, unable to grasp the idea of transformation. But he had an inspiration, somebody to show him the correct way to use it. Or as close as he could hope to come to correct.
Iliana, she was quite the mage. Djed became art as her body moved with a grace he had seen in other performers, but never before or since with such passion. Indeed it was true, she was born under the goddess of beauty and grace. It pained Miro, missing her so, knowing he could not see her before leaving. His new form, the empty house was best, not wanting to scare his once friends. Caring carries a burden, and when bonds break, pain sets in. For so long he took the entirety of the city on his back, but now he would appear a monster to these people. Though in name a hero.
Miro snapped his fingers, remembering why his mind had shifted to such a subject. “Ah, yes, her talents in Morphing.” He thought of the process he had once seen, and pondered how one would achieve what she had so many times before. Simple cosmetic changes, such as hair color, eye color, just slight variations to already present features. Indeed this approach was not so different from what he had tried before and found difficult, but perhaps now he would be able to progress.
Morphing was not permanent, meaning that whatever transformations made, done right or wrong, would not be a permanent deformity. In fact damage to the body, Morphed or otherwise, was hardly an issue. The Chained One would naturally heal to his current form, no matter the wound. Working on his eyes seemed difficult, so he would focus elsewhere. Miro looked down at his pale hand that he held out. The sharp claws he possessed would be perfect to start testing on.
This was something he could manage, even if to achieve a minor effect. It was obvious color change was something possible, yet so foreign to Miro’s idea of magic. To use djed to change the color of himself? It was a bit ridiculous, and yet his teacher was a young performer he had witnessed using the magic for show. When he had learned all he could from her, perhaps then he would find himself in a position to invent a useful technique. Until them it seemed he was stuck with performer’s Morphing.
Starting on this would require a lot of focus to push his mind in new directions. It had been a while, but the wizard was more than anxious to learn. The book contained very little on Morphing, yet showed a picture as an example as a model. It seemed the writer had more talent as an artist, as the picture showed several perspectives and detailed drawings. But this would not be useful. It was obvious what must be done. A simple goal needed to be set and then he would find the easiest route to achieve it. Already he had a goal in mind, so now it was just to find the means to make it happen.
All magic performed better when assisted by runes, meaning that his skills in Glyphing could ease the friction with new magic. The book spoke of aiding the transformation by instead of using gestures, molding the area to achieve transformation. It was an interesting concept, but what Miro hoped to accomplish would not be Morphing shape, but rather color. The simple task of transforming his black nail into a stark white. This task was hardly simple however, considering his lack of training. The fact that white was the further thing from black was added to prove mastery. Until he could change color accurately without altering shape, he had not accomplished his training. The idea of altering shape would also be a good tool to learn.
Of course molding would only do a little to help, but using his hand to assist the transformation still seemed to be the right way to do things. By channeling Djed into the targeted area from his hand, he could task it to change the nail in the desired way. If he were to glyph his fingers, the task would be even easier to achieve. Still, even with that simple trick, it wouldn’t be enough. Morphing was complex, something that had always eluded understanding in the past. Miro’s discipline through life gave him an understanding of the unity between his body and the soul piloting it. Such a discipline as Morphing asked him to stray away from this familiar knowledge.
Focusing on the goal of understanding of the energy controlling your vessel, teaching you to harness every bit of energy within your body, sure, that was easy. But to Morph into another body? It seemed a path to ruin. One could not possibly hope to understand the capabilities of a body not their own. Although, his new vessel was different from his last, and more powerful as well. He even managed to maintain a connection to it, pushing his limits further. Using the Flux was always risky, but anything requiring balance presents risk. Like Reimancy’s elements that assist and oppose one another to find a greater unity, he would also find balance between his magics.
Instead of looking at what was different, he should search for what was the same. Within his body was a great deal of Djed. The Flux allowed him to redirect that Djed to strengthen a section, and Morphing allowed him to use his Djed to alter his body. For as unstable the idea seemed, perhaps there was some parallel. At the very least he could use his skills in the Flux to assist and push along his efforts. For now he would take caution to explore what it was to Morph. He would start by learning the process of transforming his body, then practice it to be as smooth as possible.
There was no certainty that anything would help along the process though. Glyphing was very useful in assisting magic, especially personal magics, but it was not a guarantee the right effect would come of it. Glyphs could just as easily turn out useless or even act to hinder his plight. The same could be said for the Flux as well. Mixing two disciplines always presented risk, especially when one was so new. And without mention to the seemingly contrary natures between them. Nothing risked nothing gained however. His current skills would have to carry him.
The undead ran his hands back along his new longer hair. The new sharper nails formed small incisions along the scalp as he parted his hair. It stung slightly, though the wounds did not bleed. it did however cause him a slight tinge of excitement, though short lived for he could already feel the marks slowly begin to heal. He spotted his Glyphing supplies on the shelf across the room. The black pot contained his inscribing paint, the necessary tool to draw runes.
A channeling sigil was all he needed to create. But if he were to change the shape of his body, the glyph as well would change, which was dangerous. Instead only the assisting parts would bear the marks. He began to grin as he looked down at his bracelet, as eager as he was nervous to work on his new relationship. Ender, his new Familiar, he was confusing. How he acted, why he said the things he did, but there was so much potential in him. So far he only cared to keep safe, which was fine. But he had a powerful ability to contribute. The Irylid saw everything around them, all of it reflected in its ever watching eye.
Today would be different though, a he would show the summon how lucky he was. Show him the new way his life would evolve from now on. Magic was Miro’s lifeblood, which meant soon it would be his partners as well. The wizard walked over to the shelf and snatched the container away. It had been a while since he relied on a glyph for anything, but he was more than familiar with the process of creating a channeling sigil.
Yet again his mind was drawn back to his Familiar who rest silently on his wrist. It was not easy to present such a big change, so today he would show him well what the benefit of pushing boundaries and growing stronger were. With a partner his potential was double, though he was unsure of many of the details on what Ender had to offer. For now he would settle to achieve some progression on their relation, to grow their bond stronger in many new ways. The moment to break the ice would present itself, this he did not doubt. He could totally sense that kind of stuff.
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Rite of Sight
by Miro on November 2nd, 2013, 4:16 am
Miro opened the container as he sat down on the hard floor. He dipped his thumb and middle nail in to coat the tips. This was going to be difficult to do. He would take his time drawing, but his body rarely faltered. But he wondered if he might even be able to speed his drawing with magic. It was best not to try though. The fact that he would need to manipulate his flesh physically and use glyphs was reason enough to ensure quality. Though as he thought more on Glyphing, he expected the sigil could help him to stabilize and direct the djed much easier. It would likely be necessary to glyph more than just his fingers however. The idea of a channeling sigil bigger than just a focus seemed interesting.
With the Djed guided and stabilized through glyphs, he predicted the Flux streams could also increase the degree of transformation. Of course he would need to be able to hold control over such a process, especially when enhanced. He raised up his fingers, two black nails were covered in black paint, only able to be noticed by their glistening in the faint light. Well, at least it would be simple to complete. He would only work on one sigil, and it would be quite simplistic, only a few runes at most. Though to manipulate Djed using his hand was new territory. As was drawing on and with the same hand.
Would the glyph provide the stabilization of his Djed to make this even possible? It was a mystery, as were most things, but of course it would be solved. Now was the real struggle, just how it would be done. It seemed as if a barrier or path would be most useful, and a glyph to assist channeling the Djed. He smirked to himself. ”I am so close to the answer. This will show Ender how a professional wizard studies magic. And I suppose it victimless if I encourage his feelings with magic too. I would be robbing him of a truly wonderful experience not to enhance it.” Miro smirked, eager to solve the glyph.
”I’ll forge a focus on my fingers and palm, ease the the release of Djed. A set of paths to assist the Djed flow throughout my hand. Link the focuses to the pathways and the speed of Djed released in my hand should be enhanced. The Flux should be easier to manipulate as well.” It would be difficult Once able to successfully achieve and study the effect recreating it would become much easier.
Miro concentrated as he pinned his right hand to the floor, palm up, fingers spread. His body was capable of moving with stunning precision, and being undead he continued on like clockwork. Learning magic was like his meditation, he would keep the same mantra in mind. There were no mistakes, only happy accidents. Every time he tripped a bit he would learn from it. But what he had to do was difficult, even with his enhanced dexterity. He looked down at his one good hand and envisioned how the sigil would look. With his nails he stood some chance of drawing sufficient runes.
The wizard smirked as he dipped his nails in paint. ”Easy now,” He started by using his thumb nail as a brush, painting his middle finger. Three circles down it, a row of latticed lines around and between them, leaving only the circles and a path between them bare. His finger never faltered once, and he found each digit to work along with the other in drawing. However the paint had varied in thickness and appeared to have an uneven weave. He repeated this process for the thumb, only two circles between the latticed barriers. In each of the circles he drew a specific design with the intent of it channeling magic from within his body. First a square, then a diamond within it, then an ‘x” within the diamond.
The ease in his body’s movements was astounding, and he was getting somewhere quickly. If now he connected his fingers to the palm he would have a fully effective sigil. To learn Morphing made it all worth it. It would mean that he could finally take charge and learn his magic on his own. He could advance on his own. New beginnings waited just past the sea. Syliras, and from there onto Zeltiva. But he still did not quite feel ready. This would have to work out well.
The palm was simply the most important part of the sigil, and also the hardest. It required extra thought, and the use of all of his fingers. The undead refreshed his paint and started by framing his palm in a square. His outside fingers went down his hand as his inside ones moved along the top and bottom. started by framing in his palm with a square. He made some effort to make a barrier around it, though the latticed runes left open the bottom half, as well as a pathway to the focuses on his finger and thumb. The area around them was encased in barriers at least. It would allow Djed from the rest of his body to enter the hand, conveniently as he could not reach to draw that far.
Miro filled in the square with two ovals across the middle of the square, one vertical, one horizontal. In the space between those two he drew two more, all of their intersecting lines creating a center. In it he crafted an overlapping square and diamond, and within it another, only smaller. Finally within it both a cross and an ‘x’. It resembled some sort of strange flower, and it was amusing to him. With the large focus he could store the Djed gathered from the Flux and apply it with precision.
With the Djed guided and stabilized through glyphs, he predicted the Flux streams could also increase the degree of transformation. Of course he would need to be able to hold control over such a process, especially when enhanced. He raised up his fingers, two black nails were covered in black paint, only able to be noticed by their glistening in the faint light. Well, at least it would be simple to complete. He would only work on one sigil, and it would be quite simplistic, only a few runes at most. Though to manipulate Djed using his hand was new territory. As was drawing on and with the same hand.
Would the glyph provide the stabilization of his Djed to make this even possible? It was a mystery, as were most things, but of course it would be solved. Now was the real struggle, just how it would be done. It seemed as if a barrier or path would be most useful, and a glyph to assist channeling the Djed. He smirked to himself. ”I am so close to the answer. This will show Ender how a professional wizard studies magic. And I suppose it victimless if I encourage his feelings with magic too. I would be robbing him of a truly wonderful experience not to enhance it.” Miro smirked, eager to solve the glyph.
”I’ll forge a focus on my fingers and palm, ease the the release of Djed. A set of paths to assist the Djed flow throughout my hand. Link the focuses to the pathways and the speed of Djed released in my hand should be enhanced. The Flux should be easier to manipulate as well.” It would be difficult Once able to successfully achieve and study the effect recreating it would become much easier.
Miro concentrated as he pinned his right hand to the floor, palm up, fingers spread. His body was capable of moving with stunning precision, and being undead he continued on like clockwork. Learning magic was like his meditation, he would keep the same mantra in mind. There were no mistakes, only happy accidents. Every time he tripped a bit he would learn from it. But what he had to do was difficult, even with his enhanced dexterity. He looked down at his one good hand and envisioned how the sigil would look. With his nails he stood some chance of drawing sufficient runes.
The wizard smirked as he dipped his nails in paint. ”Easy now,” He started by using his thumb nail as a brush, painting his middle finger. Three circles down it, a row of latticed lines around and between them, leaving only the circles and a path between them bare. His finger never faltered once, and he found each digit to work along with the other in drawing. However the paint had varied in thickness and appeared to have an uneven weave. He repeated this process for the thumb, only two circles between the latticed barriers. In each of the circles he drew a specific design with the intent of it channeling magic from within his body. First a square, then a diamond within it, then an ‘x” within the diamond.
The ease in his body’s movements was astounding, and he was getting somewhere quickly. If now he connected his fingers to the palm he would have a fully effective sigil. To learn Morphing made it all worth it. It would mean that he could finally take charge and learn his magic on his own. He could advance on his own. New beginnings waited just past the sea. Syliras, and from there onto Zeltiva. But he still did not quite feel ready. This would have to work out well.
The palm was simply the most important part of the sigil, and also the hardest. It required extra thought, and the use of all of his fingers. The undead refreshed his paint and started by framing his palm in a square. His outside fingers went down his hand as his inside ones moved along the top and bottom. started by framing in his palm with a square. He made some effort to make a barrier around it, though the latticed runes left open the bottom half, as well as a pathway to the focuses on his finger and thumb. The area around them was encased in barriers at least. It would allow Djed from the rest of his body to enter the hand, conveniently as he could not reach to draw that far.
Miro filled in the square with two ovals across the middle of the square, one vertical, one horizontal. In the space between those two he drew two more, all of their intersecting lines creating a center. In it he crafted an overlapping square and diamond, and within it another, only smaller. Finally within it both a cross and an ‘x’. It resembled some sort of strange flower, and it was amusing to him. With the large focus he could store the Djed gathered from the Flux and apply it with precision.
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Rite of Sight
by Miro on November 2nd, 2013, 4:17 am
It was not yet time to start Morphing however. For now his paint would have to dry to set, and he would have to work had to collect his mind. A meditative session would do a lot to help with that. He carefully adjusted himself to a cross-legged position. His hand rested on his lap with his palm upturned. The thin lines were sure to dry quickly, but he thought it best to be patient. As for meditation, though he was dead, breathing exercises were still effective. He closed his eyes and drew in a long deep breath through his nose, counting one, then released it, again saying the number in his head.
He closed his eyes and worked to clear his mind of passing thoughts. He counted and focused on his breathing to keep his center.. In through his nose, out through his mouth, again counting two in, two out. He continued on, three, four, five, and slowly the will to count faded as the breathing process persisted. Each breath in the same soothing rhythm, and it seemed as if time began to slow. The black abyss he stared into grew darker and darker, until there was nothing. He felt calm and awake, the ocean of his mind still and quiet. His eyes opened to see the world fresh and vibrant.
In his new clarity of mind, if focused on something, he would get the best out of his performance. He was free of all negative influences, but now he needed the positive. He focused on his will to experience the magic, his inspiration for the wonder of it. To enhance these strong feelings, he had idea in mind. It was a gambit of magic that would attempt to transmute Djed into will for casting. To start he began to flow Res from his body. He would recreate the scene of his Hypnotism initiation and attempt to hypnotize himself. The more willpower he had, the better the quality of his casting. The more he could cast, the more he could increase his will. But how dangerous, for such a thrill could easily turn to an addiction.
Miro’s mouth cranked into a smirk, though he did not move from his meditative pose. If he wasn’t mistaken, the legend of Verlyna’s pond, it told of her drowning from self-hypnosis. He could only imagine she got too lost in the magic to resist casting more. With continuous casting, the extra exertion causes strain on the body and soul, and overgiving is likely. With a magic like Hypnotism, overgiving would likely affect the mind. At least he would not have to worry of drowning if he got lost. All that was needed was restraint and control. It was just preparation after all. His heart strained with a tinge of excitement, and his mind worked to issue his body to follow strict orders.
The wizard opened his eyes, able to see clearly in the darkened room. He paced over to the furthest corner of, an area that was bare. There he sat himself down and placed his hand on the wall. With his eyes clenched, he willed an emission of his Djed as Res. He demanded more power, firmly pushing the stream to gather and behind the focuses and burst through. After a moment a liquid torrent began bursting from his hand outward. Aqua wakes rippled across the wall coating it in a thick cover.
The liquid shot from each focus like a fountain, and within a moments the area was prepared. The Res crackled with a snapping noise as the crystallizing transmutation spread outward and the mass became solid ice. In it Miro could clearly see his reflection gazing back at him. His gray irises reflected in the frozen surface, the slight red, somehow so alluring. His features were all improved to perfection. His face commanded authority and warned of his power. The wizard began to channel his Djed into the mute irises to push influence back at the man staring into his soul.
In his mind he repeated a mantra, an ideal he would strive for. ”A calm, focused mind,” he repeated, over and over. He spoke words with more intensity with each repetition, building his passions. Further and further into the mirror he slipped, becoming mesmerized in his own gaze. No longer did he see eyes or ice. His existence was that of his own aura and presence, attuned with his own emotions. The Djed empowered his gaze, reflected back into his soul, the message gaining new power. A suggestion implanted within his subconscious, ”A calm focused mind.”
The wizard had willed the suggestion, though he could not tell if he was even able to recieve the magic’s effect. He had focused on the effect and channeled the Djed to fuel it, though felt no consequence. He continued to repeat the mantra, streaming more Hypnotic effect into his mind. Chimes passed, and his eyes were building stress. The more he felt the effect of his magic, the more he focused on casting it. The stress on his eyes began to push them beyond their limits. His eyes would not bleed as a normal Hypnotist might, instead his sight began to fade. At first just blurs and distortions, but soon the room began to fade to black..
”Miro, what are you doing? Cut it out, right now! Now I said, snap out of it! It took a moment, but the Hypnotist snapped the trance and brought his attention down to his wrist. All use of Djed was ceased, but he was still disoriented. Miro blinked his eyes several times, unable to his hand in front of his face. He wiped his eyes and looked again at his hand. A vaguely visible blur could be made out where his hand should be, and his vision was slowly returning due to his healing. He could still feel the concentration afforded by the spell, but no good had really come from it.
”What did you do to us? My vision is damaged and I can hardly see across the room. You fool, what could you have done to damage us sitting here? You were calm, then I could feel a drain within me, then this. Do something, fix it!” The insults, they burned him. He would never admit to being lost in his own power. Instead he needed to reinforce a positive image, to make Ender respect his every word. ”I was merely furthering my own power. That was a side effect of enhancing my ability, but do not worry. My body will slowly heal, and the effects shall fade. I am working to advance my magic, and soon I will find greater power.”
He closed his eyes and worked to clear his mind of passing thoughts. He counted and focused on his breathing to keep his center.. In through his nose, out through his mouth, again counting two in, two out. He continued on, three, four, five, and slowly the will to count faded as the breathing process persisted. Each breath in the same soothing rhythm, and it seemed as if time began to slow. The black abyss he stared into grew darker and darker, until there was nothing. He felt calm and awake, the ocean of his mind still and quiet. His eyes opened to see the world fresh and vibrant.
In his new clarity of mind, if focused on something, he would get the best out of his performance. He was free of all negative influences, but now he needed the positive. He focused on his will to experience the magic, his inspiration for the wonder of it. To enhance these strong feelings, he had idea in mind. It was a gambit of magic that would attempt to transmute Djed into will for casting. To start he began to flow Res from his body. He would recreate the scene of his Hypnotism initiation and attempt to hypnotize himself. The more willpower he had, the better the quality of his casting. The more he could cast, the more he could increase his will. But how dangerous, for such a thrill could easily turn to an addiction.
Miro’s mouth cranked into a smirk, though he did not move from his meditative pose. If he wasn’t mistaken, the legend of Verlyna’s pond, it told of her drowning from self-hypnosis. He could only imagine she got too lost in the magic to resist casting more. With continuous casting, the extra exertion causes strain on the body and soul, and overgiving is likely. With a magic like Hypnotism, overgiving would likely affect the mind. At least he would not have to worry of drowning if he got lost. All that was needed was restraint and control. It was just preparation after all. His heart strained with a tinge of excitement, and his mind worked to issue his body to follow strict orders.
The wizard opened his eyes, able to see clearly in the darkened room. He paced over to the furthest corner of, an area that was bare. There he sat himself down and placed his hand on the wall. With his eyes clenched, he willed an emission of his Djed as Res. He demanded more power, firmly pushing the stream to gather and behind the focuses and burst through. After a moment a liquid torrent began bursting from his hand outward. Aqua wakes rippled across the wall coating it in a thick cover.
The liquid shot from each focus like a fountain, and within a moments the area was prepared. The Res crackled with a snapping noise as the crystallizing transmutation spread outward and the mass became solid ice. In it Miro could clearly see his reflection gazing back at him. His gray irises reflected in the frozen surface, the slight red, somehow so alluring. His features were all improved to perfection. His face commanded authority and warned of his power. The wizard began to channel his Djed into the mute irises to push influence back at the man staring into his soul.
In his mind he repeated a mantra, an ideal he would strive for. ”A calm, focused mind,” he repeated, over and over. He spoke words with more intensity with each repetition, building his passions. Further and further into the mirror he slipped, becoming mesmerized in his own gaze. No longer did he see eyes or ice. His existence was that of his own aura and presence, attuned with his own emotions. The Djed empowered his gaze, reflected back into his soul, the message gaining new power. A suggestion implanted within his subconscious, ”A calm focused mind.”
The wizard had willed the suggestion, though he could not tell if he was even able to recieve the magic’s effect. He had focused on the effect and channeled the Djed to fuel it, though felt no consequence. He continued to repeat the mantra, streaming more Hypnotic effect into his mind. Chimes passed, and his eyes were building stress. The more he felt the effect of his magic, the more he focused on casting it. The stress on his eyes began to push them beyond their limits. His eyes would not bleed as a normal Hypnotist might, instead his sight began to fade. At first just blurs and distortions, but soon the room began to fade to black..
”Miro, what are you doing? Cut it out, right now! Now I said, snap out of it! It took a moment, but the Hypnotist snapped the trance and brought his attention down to his wrist. All use of Djed was ceased, but he was still disoriented. Miro blinked his eyes several times, unable to his hand in front of his face. He wiped his eyes and looked again at his hand. A vaguely visible blur could be made out where his hand should be, and his vision was slowly returning due to his healing. He could still feel the concentration afforded by the spell, but no good had really come from it.
”What did you do to us? My vision is damaged and I can hardly see across the room. You fool, what could you have done to damage us sitting here? You were calm, then I could feel a drain within me, then this. Do something, fix it!” The insults, they burned him. He would never admit to being lost in his own power. Instead he needed to reinforce a positive image, to make Ender respect his every word. ”I was merely furthering my own power. That was a side effect of enhancing my ability, but do not worry. My body will slowly heal, and the effects shall fade. I am working to advance my magic, and soon I will find greater power.”
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Rite of Sight
by Miro on November 2nd, 2013, 4:18 am
The effects of channeling too much Djed through a body part was evident with his eyes. He wondered if such damages even could hold permanent risk. ”You are playing with fire fool. Keep at this path and you will burn your vessel to dust. Your power should revolve around maintaining safety, not damaging us with no threat present.” Miro only scoffed at the remark, ignoring it for now. His eyes were slightly blurred, but his goal was always clear. A power unlike any he had wielded before, and skills to ease the trials to come. It was high time he got to Morphing.
First he would have to recap all he had learned and achieved in order to spark the catalyst of discovery. He found deeper understanding of his new body, its pathways, observing its glory. His mind and body were broken apart by hypnotic meditation, and then he was able to forget his form. The sigil on his hand would then allow him to cast Djed and manipulate the material of his body to achieve a transformation. Now all he had to do was focus on this Morph and begin to manipulate his body a mix of Djed and force. Since transmuting color seemed harder, and he worried little of damaging his body, Morphing its shape would come first.
The plan for this one was simple. Miro ran through the process step by step. He would massage his left leg with his Glyphed hand and work to manipulate the shape. He placed his hand on his calf, gently massaging the meat outwards. He concentrated on his muscle losing its density and a looser consistency. He imagined it loose and giving away like putty. He began working the flesh hard, as if to force it to stretch. The gathered Djed in his molding hand was streamed into it, more building in the limb with each push. Slowly his flesh began to move, being pulled away from his body. The effect was very gradual, but noticeable.
Now able to grasp the Morph, he decided it time to push it further. He would flow from the pathways in his leg to increase the effect. His Djed flux began to flow, draining his right leg to empower his left leg and arm. Now as Miro kneaded the material of his leg, it moved to a greater degree. He concentrated deeper, picturing the ways he wished to mold the flesh. Images of grabbing the skin and pulling it away, having it snap back, to be twisted and stretched in any way. He began to grasp the loosening skin, pulling it away from his body, completely overjoyed by his success. All of his preparation had paid off for him, and the Morph to alter his body’s structure was moving along well.
Miro clenched his hand to the tough flesh, pulling it away from his body to stretch it. He encountered resistance, but tugged through it, thinning the mass as it stretched out in by inch. The row of flesh gripped continued out to a point, seemingly elastic without end, but then, snap. The Chained One gazed into his hand, holding a fistful of flesh. His body did not contain blood, though it still very much felt pain. A section of his calf was missing, and quickly lost its elastic properties..He halted his Djed flow to the area and relaxed his Djed flux to equilibrium.
The pain caused him to grip his leg and scream out in agony. He knew what came next though, his new best friend would rip into him with insults. ”The pain! Look my surface, it’s marred. These scars, they’re so deep and painful. My vision, it is damaged further. You worthless idiot, this magic you possess is nothing but a curse.” A deep chasm was left on the Irylid’s surface on the side. The initial pain was quite intense, but began to fade from his mind. It was hardly anything when compared with the torture that lead to the acquisition of his new body.
Slowly the wound began to shrink and return to its normal elasticity. The amount missing also shrivelled in his hand. At first it had seemed severe, but now it was not as alarming when at its normal density. He had suffered worse when alive, and now it was only a bit of pain and lost flesh. So far his body had been able to regenerate from anything. He had done well to practice, but he needed to recover soon. He no longer required sleep, but he could still rest. Though still he had work to do. Color Morphing came next.
His left leg was not an option for magic any longer, but his right was still fine. It would be difficult to attempt, but he would work to change the dull pale skin to a much darker tone. Though he did not think that use of the Flux would be wise. It would mean more to learn the discipline without tricks. The importance of learning soundly the basics of a discipline. At least with this massaging technique to mold, for now he could achieve a result, he just needed to work at it long enough. His mind was more focused than ever, and he was repeating the image of his skin darkening over and over.
The undead revealed the flesh of his leg and grasped his calf with his Glyphed hand. He began to gather the Djed in his leg and in his hand. The Djed passed from his hand and saturated the skin as he massaged the flesh. He focused on the transmutation of his flesh, to mold not shape, but tone. Darken it to be black like his arm, and attempt to sustain the transformation. He was sure he could, and with every caress of his calf he came closer to it. He envisioned the change, and he willed it with his Djed.
Chimes passed as he kneaded the rough flesh of his leg. Slowly it darkened, but slowly he was growing fatigued. The effects of Hypnotism had faded, and his mind was foggy from pain and Djed strain. But the tone was not quite right yet, so he would continue. He closed his eyes, focusing in the black he saw, and picturing his leg turning black. It was starting to become difficult to continue the process, but he wanted to feel accomplished in the task. He could not hold back, and he knew that when he sees the results it was his best effort.
Finally he could not continue any longer. Both his leg and hand were stressed and aching. Miro opened his eyes to see the progress he had made. It was far from what he had hoped, most of the skin more an ashy grey than black, but some spots noticeably darker. Though he was becoming increasingly burdened by his pains settling throughout his body. The wizard focused to maintain the Morph, but it was quickly fading despite it. Before long the flesh of his leg had returned to its natural pale tone. He would need to lay his body down to recover. He was not quite sure how long it would take to heal his damage, and he was not pleased to wait in recovery.
Miro returned to his bed and rest his body upon it. He did not wish to be disturbed, and covered his entire body in blankets. The cool dark bed was calming and peaceful. Since his Returning, he had not slept once, but suspected he might be able to rest nonetheless. He would seek to rest his mind, find ease in his body and focus on healing. He would concentrate the energies of his body to flow towards his core. A possible concern would be flowing energy from his brain, but also it was appealing if not dangerous. He would close his mind off and rest, no distracting thoughts, only his focus on healing. The Flux had become second nature to him by now, and took little effort to control.
The wizard readied himself for the casting by closing his eyes. He focused on the path his Djed would take and to sustain the redirection. The pathways in his brain would drain and reside in his chest in wait. His mind quieted itself to complete peace. The redirection was willed to begin happening slowly, and he began to drift away. Time stretched in the short amount of time the redirection took place, and the wizard felt his consciousness slip away. Within a matter of a dozen ticks the undead was resting in peace. The Flux had given his weary mind the break from his desires it so craved.
First he would have to recap all he had learned and achieved in order to spark the catalyst of discovery. He found deeper understanding of his new body, its pathways, observing its glory. His mind and body were broken apart by hypnotic meditation, and then he was able to forget his form. The sigil on his hand would then allow him to cast Djed and manipulate the material of his body to achieve a transformation. Now all he had to do was focus on this Morph and begin to manipulate his body a mix of Djed and force. Since transmuting color seemed harder, and he worried little of damaging his body, Morphing its shape would come first.
The plan for this one was simple. Miro ran through the process step by step. He would massage his left leg with his Glyphed hand and work to manipulate the shape. He placed his hand on his calf, gently massaging the meat outwards. He concentrated on his muscle losing its density and a looser consistency. He imagined it loose and giving away like putty. He began working the flesh hard, as if to force it to stretch. The gathered Djed in his molding hand was streamed into it, more building in the limb with each push. Slowly his flesh began to move, being pulled away from his body. The effect was very gradual, but noticeable.
Now able to grasp the Morph, he decided it time to push it further. He would flow from the pathways in his leg to increase the effect. His Djed flux began to flow, draining his right leg to empower his left leg and arm. Now as Miro kneaded the material of his leg, it moved to a greater degree. He concentrated deeper, picturing the ways he wished to mold the flesh. Images of grabbing the skin and pulling it away, having it snap back, to be twisted and stretched in any way. He began to grasp the loosening skin, pulling it away from his body, completely overjoyed by his success. All of his preparation had paid off for him, and the Morph to alter his body’s structure was moving along well.
Miro clenched his hand to the tough flesh, pulling it away from his body to stretch it. He encountered resistance, but tugged through it, thinning the mass as it stretched out in by inch. The row of flesh gripped continued out to a point, seemingly elastic without end, but then, snap. The Chained One gazed into his hand, holding a fistful of flesh. His body did not contain blood, though it still very much felt pain. A section of his calf was missing, and quickly lost its elastic properties..He halted his Djed flow to the area and relaxed his Djed flux to equilibrium.
The pain caused him to grip his leg and scream out in agony. He knew what came next though, his new best friend would rip into him with insults. ”The pain! Look my surface, it’s marred. These scars, they’re so deep and painful. My vision, it is damaged further. You worthless idiot, this magic you possess is nothing but a curse.” A deep chasm was left on the Irylid’s surface on the side. The initial pain was quite intense, but began to fade from his mind. It was hardly anything when compared with the torture that lead to the acquisition of his new body.
Slowly the wound began to shrink and return to its normal elasticity. The amount missing also shrivelled in his hand. At first it had seemed severe, but now it was not as alarming when at its normal density. He had suffered worse when alive, and now it was only a bit of pain and lost flesh. So far his body had been able to regenerate from anything. He had done well to practice, but he needed to recover soon. He no longer required sleep, but he could still rest. Though still he had work to do. Color Morphing came next.
His left leg was not an option for magic any longer, but his right was still fine. It would be difficult to attempt, but he would work to change the dull pale skin to a much darker tone. Though he did not think that use of the Flux would be wise. It would mean more to learn the discipline without tricks. The importance of learning soundly the basics of a discipline. At least with this massaging technique to mold, for now he could achieve a result, he just needed to work at it long enough. His mind was more focused than ever, and he was repeating the image of his skin darkening over and over.
The undead revealed the flesh of his leg and grasped his calf with his Glyphed hand. He began to gather the Djed in his leg and in his hand. The Djed passed from his hand and saturated the skin as he massaged the flesh. He focused on the transmutation of his flesh, to mold not shape, but tone. Darken it to be black like his arm, and attempt to sustain the transformation. He was sure he could, and with every caress of his calf he came closer to it. He envisioned the change, and he willed it with his Djed.
Chimes passed as he kneaded the rough flesh of his leg. Slowly it darkened, but slowly he was growing fatigued. The effects of Hypnotism had faded, and his mind was foggy from pain and Djed strain. But the tone was not quite right yet, so he would continue. He closed his eyes, focusing in the black he saw, and picturing his leg turning black. It was starting to become difficult to continue the process, but he wanted to feel accomplished in the task. He could not hold back, and he knew that when he sees the results it was his best effort.
Finally he could not continue any longer. Both his leg and hand were stressed and aching. Miro opened his eyes to see the progress he had made. It was far from what he had hoped, most of the skin more an ashy grey than black, but some spots noticeably darker. Though he was becoming increasingly burdened by his pains settling throughout his body. The wizard focused to maintain the Morph, but it was quickly fading despite it. Before long the flesh of his leg had returned to its natural pale tone. He would need to lay his body down to recover. He was not quite sure how long it would take to heal his damage, and he was not pleased to wait in recovery.
Miro returned to his bed and rest his body upon it. He did not wish to be disturbed, and covered his entire body in blankets. The cool dark bed was calming and peaceful. Since his Returning, he had not slept once, but suspected he might be able to rest nonetheless. He would seek to rest his mind, find ease in his body and focus on healing. He would concentrate the energies of his body to flow towards his core. A possible concern would be flowing energy from his brain, but also it was appealing if not dangerous. He would close his mind off and rest, no distracting thoughts, only his focus on healing. The Flux had become second nature to him by now, and took little effort to control.
The wizard readied himself for the casting by closing his eyes. He focused on the path his Djed would take and to sustain the redirection. The pathways in his brain would drain and reside in his chest in wait. His mind quieted itself to complete peace. The redirection was willed to begin happening slowly, and he began to drift away. Time stretched in the short amount of time the redirection took place, and the wizard felt his consciousness slip away. Within a matter of a dozen ticks the undead was resting in peace. The Flux had given his weary mind the break from his desires it so craved.
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Rite of Sight
by Miro on November 2nd, 2013, 4:19 am
6th day of Spring, 512 AV
The Chained One hadn’t expected to be lost in sleep for so long. He feared that the redirection would subject him to overgiving, but did not feel any effect. It was a restful state after all, and a simple redirection. And as he checked for the wound there was nothing to be found. It was not a very large wound, though it healed quite rapidly. He was aware of his body’s natural regenerative ability, but still was completely impressed. Ender remained conscious for the entirety of his nap. His surface had healed as well and was defect free. ”You are awake, good. If the result of this is you learning to give me bells of peace, I commend you. Our wounds disappeared, as you said.”
Miro grinned to himself. ”There is never any need to worry. That cost is paid and gone, and there is much to show for it. Today there is a bit of important business I have been meaning to take care of. You will be excited to hear it is a much more quiet day. I shall do a bit of reading, so you are free to be left in peace.” If the Irylid could have grinned he would. It seemed that perhaps his master had the potential of living a peaceful life in solitude. ”Excellent, I shall enjoy it then.” Though there was a tinge of doubt lingering for some reason. Perhaps his master had only made a simple mistake and intended to be more careful. That could be forgiven.
The wizard made off for his bookshelf and grabbed the book titled “The Basics of Auristics”. It was one he had looked at before, but decided to read it again. As scanned the pages closely he could begin to see what the magic Auristics entailed. The book explained how everything has an aura, Djed leaked from it. Auristics allowed the user to view these auras and learn a lot about the target. The aura could reveal information as if one were examining the source with their senses as well. The aura was the outermost part of one’s soul, and the book insisted everything was made of Djed and thus had an aura, however faint it was. The book seemed a bit unclear, but it had enough information to spark interest in Miro. He knew now he would need to find a better source for information and a way to be able to view auras.
The undead tossed down the book and headed out the door. With any luck the city would plunge him into the Sunken Conundrum in no time. He ran through the streets, bumping into people while trying to scan for his target. He saw the performers, no longer delighted with their attempts to earn money with tricks and dances. The places he loved and despised now bored him. There were all sorts of shops he only now wished to avoid. Even paranoid Ionu would ensure he would remain lost. At least his Familiar was enjoying the run.
Finally upon the location, Miro flung the doors to the library open and casually stepped into the water. Morcer sat paying no attention so he would ignore her. He walked through the water and headed toward the section on magic. Finding any proper assistance in magic was somewhat of a challenge, but he would search all day if he had to. Many titles hinted at possibly offering some answer, but none that stood out. He had searched through dozens of books before he found what he was looking for, a thick blue book titled, “Auristic Insight”.
He took the tome to a nearby table and sat down. Starting at the beginning he began carefully reading it page by page. At any part he did not understand, he paused to ponder and wrap his mind about it. As each concept and aspect of the magic became more clear, he read the page again with new understanding and continued on. In a matter of bells the wizard had pushed through the book and found himself at the end. It was quite amazing how much could be explained by simply reading the legacy of a fine writer and wizard.
His understanding of the aura was enhanced as he learned the capabilities of an Aurist. So much could be gained by exploring and mastering the personal magic, though it was one that offered little in offense. It did offer a great deal for the safety of the user in the form of insight. Indeed everything created an aura, and each aura could allow an amount of understand of its source. Quite importantly the Aurist could detect concentrations of Djed as well. Auristics could easily detect magic and even identify it.
The aspiring Aurist learned all the things that an aura could reveal and how one was to read them. He learned the limits of the discipline, risks, how one must respect the insight given. How to tune himself to an aura and how he might perceive it. That eventually the ability would grow to become a natural sense. Most importantly how his Djed is to be manipulated to enable casting. To learn the discipline he suspected that a great deal of meditation would be required. The author spoke of a realization one must acquire before sight can be gained.
As the book said, sentient creatures hold the most thick auras. The greater the Djed the source holds the more grand the aura. Magical items even hold noticeable auras that can reveal some of their properties. But also he knew that this became a risk, for auras that were too great could be damaging. How viewing an aura too great for mortals could take the user’s sight. To avoid it along with concentrating on too many auras or one too hard. And of course what one can learn from viewing.
Some come easier, some not so much. Of the easier there were a few however. Physical properties, which work in a strange way. The user is able to sense the item as if he were examining it with his own senses. They are even able to perceive auras beyond objects in their path. This was mostly dependent on distance, thickness of obstacles and the skill of the user. But as explained before the size of the aura to be read played an important role as well. A person would offer an easier target to concentrate on due to their developed aura.
Another simple to read insight, feelings. Deciphering them, not so much, especially deeper ones. However with concentration all aspects of aura reading become clearer. Strong emotions can also cause auras to become easier to detect. And of course the are able to detect magical activity. To notice some aspects of magic that are concealed from sight or recognize magical items. There were some forms of magic that the eye alone could not detect.
But of course where there was easy hard must too exist. Of the complicated sort there were two, and to read them from an aura took skill. Residual activity was the first, a mark left on an aura. This could give insight to its past. How it would manifest was varied and situational however. And the last of the insights was that of intent. It allowed the Aurist to track a target’s attention focus. To know what they are paying attention to, where it is shifting. The author discovered this in a drawn out battle where he continuously concentrated on his target. The resulting foresight titled the fight in his favor.
The Aurist who had written the book had also encountered some overgiving through his career. The discipline was one that seemed to be of the easier used in moderation however. Symptoms were that of fatigue, headache, dilated pupils, slurring of speech, sense blindness. In one particular more serious instance, the writer experienced wild visions. For some time he was stricken to bed and lost within vivid fantasies that consumed his mind. He claimed that the visions changed his life, but wouldn’t write of what he saw.
However what primarily ran through Miro’s mind was the guide to learning. At first though it seemed he would have to carefully nurture his sight to train it. One aura at a time and only the most basic facts would become apparent. And it seemed that all of the things an aura could give insight to progressed together. The more simple ones first, and as the bond grows the more complex. He was to expect to use all of his concentration and feel a great deal of fatigue when finished. It made him excited, but he had much progress to make first.
In order to view auras he would need to reflect on a few concepts. First was that of the auras and to try and connect the idea with his senses. When an aura would be read, it would come in the form of a sense. This would be some strange shadow of a perception. One might hear a sound that is connected to a concept and understand it. What seems to be sensory nonsense becomes a form of understanding. Almost a language translated from an aura within the user’s mind. The first step would be to prepare himself to witness the aura and attempt to understand it.
The next task however was a more complex. It required understanding the ability to cast Auristics and manipulate Djed. How to concentrate on the item and properly attune one’s self to view the aura. To look, hear, smell, taste and feel for the aura itself. To know that the target is producing an aura and to open the senses to witness it. They key was to keep all of your concentration on the target and maintain focus. To task the user’s Djed to establish a bond that gives insight in the form of an aura.
Through this synchronization the user slowly gains sight and knowledge. The aura reveals more of its source and the user exchanges Djed. That new understand that grew with further observation. Full observations could take bells however. Some things being out of the reach of those unpracticed. Such a delicate ability requires fine honing. And it also take a deal of patience. Each aura perceived was different, and perceived differently by each Aurist. It was truly an amazing magic.
The undead had finished with his book though. He had learned everything he needed to and was eager to practice. The book was placed back on the shelf as he quickly left the watery building. His trip home was no short one, even while running, but offered a time of reflection. ”Your peace continues still. I shall take some time to meditate and find new insight to my own soul. It will take time to have any sort of profound reflection however. Please enjoy your time quietly. I do hope you are enjoying the silence.”
Ender had enjoyed the quiet so much that he waited several chimes before responding. ”It is quite rare for you to give me so much peace. I assure you, I am enjoying myself greatly. This would make an excellent habit to form.” And Avain Manor was within sight. The wizard was so anxious to return that he increased his running speed. A perk of his new body, it never grew fatigued from physical activity. Within a few chimes he was already in his room and ready to proceed with Auristics.
The Chained One hadn’t expected to be lost in sleep for so long. He feared that the redirection would subject him to overgiving, but did not feel any effect. It was a restful state after all, and a simple redirection. And as he checked for the wound there was nothing to be found. It was not a very large wound, though it healed quite rapidly. He was aware of his body’s natural regenerative ability, but still was completely impressed. Ender remained conscious for the entirety of his nap. His surface had healed as well and was defect free. ”You are awake, good. If the result of this is you learning to give me bells of peace, I commend you. Our wounds disappeared, as you said.”
Miro grinned to himself. ”There is never any need to worry. That cost is paid and gone, and there is much to show for it. Today there is a bit of important business I have been meaning to take care of. You will be excited to hear it is a much more quiet day. I shall do a bit of reading, so you are free to be left in peace.” If the Irylid could have grinned he would. It seemed that perhaps his master had the potential of living a peaceful life in solitude. ”Excellent, I shall enjoy it then.” Though there was a tinge of doubt lingering for some reason. Perhaps his master had only made a simple mistake and intended to be more careful. That could be forgiven.
The wizard made off for his bookshelf and grabbed the book titled “The Basics of Auristics”. It was one he had looked at before, but decided to read it again. As scanned the pages closely he could begin to see what the magic Auristics entailed. The book explained how everything has an aura, Djed leaked from it. Auristics allowed the user to view these auras and learn a lot about the target. The aura could reveal information as if one were examining the source with their senses as well. The aura was the outermost part of one’s soul, and the book insisted everything was made of Djed and thus had an aura, however faint it was. The book seemed a bit unclear, but it had enough information to spark interest in Miro. He knew now he would need to find a better source for information and a way to be able to view auras.
The undead tossed down the book and headed out the door. With any luck the city would plunge him into the Sunken Conundrum in no time. He ran through the streets, bumping into people while trying to scan for his target. He saw the performers, no longer delighted with their attempts to earn money with tricks and dances. The places he loved and despised now bored him. There were all sorts of shops he only now wished to avoid. Even paranoid Ionu would ensure he would remain lost. At least his Familiar was enjoying the run.
Finally upon the location, Miro flung the doors to the library open and casually stepped into the water. Morcer sat paying no attention so he would ignore her. He walked through the water and headed toward the section on magic. Finding any proper assistance in magic was somewhat of a challenge, but he would search all day if he had to. Many titles hinted at possibly offering some answer, but none that stood out. He had searched through dozens of books before he found what he was looking for, a thick blue book titled, “Auristic Insight”.
He took the tome to a nearby table and sat down. Starting at the beginning he began carefully reading it page by page. At any part he did not understand, he paused to ponder and wrap his mind about it. As each concept and aspect of the magic became more clear, he read the page again with new understanding and continued on. In a matter of bells the wizard had pushed through the book and found himself at the end. It was quite amazing how much could be explained by simply reading the legacy of a fine writer and wizard.
His understanding of the aura was enhanced as he learned the capabilities of an Aurist. So much could be gained by exploring and mastering the personal magic, though it was one that offered little in offense. It did offer a great deal for the safety of the user in the form of insight. Indeed everything created an aura, and each aura could allow an amount of understand of its source. Quite importantly the Aurist could detect concentrations of Djed as well. Auristics could easily detect magic and even identify it.
The aspiring Aurist learned all the things that an aura could reveal and how one was to read them. He learned the limits of the discipline, risks, how one must respect the insight given. How to tune himself to an aura and how he might perceive it. That eventually the ability would grow to become a natural sense. Most importantly how his Djed is to be manipulated to enable casting. To learn the discipline he suspected that a great deal of meditation would be required. The author spoke of a realization one must acquire before sight can be gained.
As the book said, sentient creatures hold the most thick auras. The greater the Djed the source holds the more grand the aura. Magical items even hold noticeable auras that can reveal some of their properties. But also he knew that this became a risk, for auras that were too great could be damaging. How viewing an aura too great for mortals could take the user’s sight. To avoid it along with concentrating on too many auras or one too hard. And of course what one can learn from viewing.
Some come easier, some not so much. Of the easier there were a few however. Physical properties, which work in a strange way. The user is able to sense the item as if he were examining it with his own senses. They are even able to perceive auras beyond objects in their path. This was mostly dependent on distance, thickness of obstacles and the skill of the user. But as explained before the size of the aura to be read played an important role as well. A person would offer an easier target to concentrate on due to their developed aura.
Another simple to read insight, feelings. Deciphering them, not so much, especially deeper ones. However with concentration all aspects of aura reading become clearer. Strong emotions can also cause auras to become easier to detect. And of course the are able to detect magical activity. To notice some aspects of magic that are concealed from sight or recognize magical items. There were some forms of magic that the eye alone could not detect.
But of course where there was easy hard must too exist. Of the complicated sort there were two, and to read them from an aura took skill. Residual activity was the first, a mark left on an aura. This could give insight to its past. How it would manifest was varied and situational however. And the last of the insights was that of intent. It allowed the Aurist to track a target’s attention focus. To know what they are paying attention to, where it is shifting. The author discovered this in a drawn out battle where he continuously concentrated on his target. The resulting foresight titled the fight in his favor.
The Aurist who had written the book had also encountered some overgiving through his career. The discipline was one that seemed to be of the easier used in moderation however. Symptoms were that of fatigue, headache, dilated pupils, slurring of speech, sense blindness. In one particular more serious instance, the writer experienced wild visions. For some time he was stricken to bed and lost within vivid fantasies that consumed his mind. He claimed that the visions changed his life, but wouldn’t write of what he saw.
However what primarily ran through Miro’s mind was the guide to learning. At first though it seemed he would have to carefully nurture his sight to train it. One aura at a time and only the most basic facts would become apparent. And it seemed that all of the things an aura could give insight to progressed together. The more simple ones first, and as the bond grows the more complex. He was to expect to use all of his concentration and feel a great deal of fatigue when finished. It made him excited, but he had much progress to make first.
In order to view auras he would need to reflect on a few concepts. First was that of the auras and to try and connect the idea with his senses. When an aura would be read, it would come in the form of a sense. This would be some strange shadow of a perception. One might hear a sound that is connected to a concept and understand it. What seems to be sensory nonsense becomes a form of understanding. Almost a language translated from an aura within the user’s mind. The first step would be to prepare himself to witness the aura and attempt to understand it.
The next task however was a more complex. It required understanding the ability to cast Auristics and manipulate Djed. How to concentrate on the item and properly attune one’s self to view the aura. To look, hear, smell, taste and feel for the aura itself. To know that the target is producing an aura and to open the senses to witness it. They key was to keep all of your concentration on the target and maintain focus. To task the user’s Djed to establish a bond that gives insight in the form of an aura.
Through this synchronization the user slowly gains sight and knowledge. The aura reveals more of its source and the user exchanges Djed. That new understand that grew with further observation. Full observations could take bells however. Some things being out of the reach of those unpracticed. Such a delicate ability requires fine honing. And it also take a deal of patience. Each aura perceived was different, and perceived differently by each Aurist. It was truly an amazing magic.
The undead had finished with his book though. He had learned everything he needed to and was eager to practice. The book was placed back on the shelf as he quickly left the watery building. His trip home was no short one, even while running, but offered a time of reflection. ”Your peace continues still. I shall take some time to meditate and find new insight to my own soul. It will take time to have any sort of profound reflection however. Please enjoy your time quietly. I do hope you are enjoying the silence.”
Ender had enjoyed the quiet so much that he waited several chimes before responding. ”It is quite rare for you to give me so much peace. I assure you, I am enjoying myself greatly. This would make an excellent habit to form.” And Avain Manor was within sight. The wizard was so anxious to return that he increased his running speed. A perk of his new body, it never grew fatigued from physical activity. Within a few chimes he was already in his room and ready to proceed with Auristics.
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Rite of Sight
by Miro on November 2nd, 2013, 4:19 am
Miro began to strip the clothing from his body and left himself completely naked. It was the first time since becoming undead, and was indeed strange. To take off his battle robe left him feeling slightly exposed, though quite free. Even his sling was taken off and his left arm left hanging limp. He grabbed his inscribing paint and sat down on the cool floor. It was refreshing, peaceful and completely still. Just what his mind would require for this initiation. He had developed a plan to initiate himself into the discipline and was ready to get started.
To enhance the experience he would start by Glyphing his body. A finger was dipped the paint and placed upon his face. He started by drawing a focus upon his face. Circles were drawn around his eyes and a design around them. The focuses became a mask and were surrounded by stylish barriers in a weave. The focuses extended down along his face along with the barriers forming a path. These intersecting lines woven down all around his neck and formed a path along his throat towards the chest.
From here Miro continued to outline the pathways of his body. The weave flowed around his chest, down his arm, and finally down his legs. On each area a path was formed to be filled with focuses and guide the magic. Then he filled each space in with further designs. On his chests a seeming switch and focus combination. It represented each of the paths joining and flowing together. Each of his limbs received a similar pattern of flowing closely spaced shapes with symbols. For the details in each he used the tip of his nail. It was a slow process that required absolute concentration.
When he had finished at least three bells had passed, and his pot of ink was running low. The easy majority of his body was covered in paint. A special circular focus was drawn on his right hand to assist in any casting from it. It was a sigil that literally used his entire body. He hoped it to create ease of flow along pathways and to enhance his ability to concentrate using Djed. It would be a necessary step for the next technique he would attempt. If he was to enhance the process of initiation he would require assistance from other disciplines. The next would be that of the Flux.
Miro focused on the pathways in his body and tuned his mind with their flow. Starting from the edge of the pathway channels he started to redirect Djed. A stream of Djed flux that started at the ends of his toes and receded towards his core. The Flux pulled his Djed into his chest and then began to trickle it up his neck and into his brain. The very slow steam began to give a new level of awareness to his mind. A gradual realization was surfacing as the world distorted and become clear yet again. As the chimes passed the room he had known so well began to appear to him as he had never seen before.
The Chained One’s body felt distant, but the connection to his mind had never felt so clear. His every thought seemed to come through with profound clarity. He knew in order to view an aura he would have to have a realization. With his enhanced mind it seemed closer than ever. Another set of redirections were cast. First an amount more was taken from the chest to flow into the focus on his hand. Then finally the Flux in his head was concentrated further. He pulled Djed to his eyes, tongue, nose, ears, and to the surface of his skin. His mind focused on sensing an aura through each channel as he produced Djed.
More specifically he focused on the aura of his right hand. The Flux had directed a higher than normal concentration of Djed to his hand and with concentration an amount was tasked to flow from it. He pushed the flow to break past his skin and flow outward like producing a flame in his hand. He imagined the Djed rising and leaking into the room like smoke. Focused his mind on becoming synchronized with the aura of Djed his hand produced. He now imagined how he would naturally examine his hand with each sense.
For sense of feel, he imagined cold dead flesh, soft and elastic. He imagined how it would taste, bitter from paint, salty from filth. How it sounded, calm and still. How it smelled, scented from Alluvia’s robe, but also earthy. Finally he examined it with his sight. Pale skin covered in black paint. The black of his nails matching the paint and the unique design of the focus. And with each of his senses working to synchronize with his aura he imagined the ways his senses might perceive the aura.
To see the Djed like fire and smoke flowing from his hand. To see colors, shapes, movements. To hear the sound of it flowing away from his skin like a soft breeze. To smell the sweet scent of magic in the air. To taste the thick rich flavour of aura in his throat. To feel his cold aura brush against his skin and tingle. Miro concentrated on the arm further, produced more Djed, imagined sensing beyond the physical. Slowly the realization was creeping upon him, but he had yet to find the answer.
The Reimancer had been sitting for bells before finally he found the epiphany to open his eyes. It happened suddenly, not quite a thought, but an understanding that surfaced in his mind. Long now had he been imagining the properties of the aura. Now he could begin to understand. Not only was he to view the properties of the aura itself, but to read into them further. He was to understand what each bit of sensory insight was revealing to him. Understand the language, and allow himself to be open to however it may present itself. Not only to look for the obvious details, but to open himself to what he has yet to witness.
Finally with the realization apparent he could unlock the insight of Auristics. Now seeking out what was hidden, he focused hard on his vision. Djed was flown to perfectly mirror the frequency of his hand and something was happening. An area of air above his hand began to distort. It appeared like the air above a flame, excited and wavering. At first its shape remained undefined, but slowly the form became more apparent. Not only the presence of definite shape, but colorful tones too. The aura seemed to have a flow to it, a pattern in its movements.
At first the color appeared to be a light shade of blue, but the aura was changing. Tones of dark blue and white could also be seen flowing in it. It flowed upward from his palm and around in a spiral. Some of wisps of color within it dancing about like tendrils of flame. Sounds could be heard as well. There was that of ice cracking and the faint sound of rustling metal. He could smell sweat too. The thick scent that one built up after a day hard at work. It all came to him in mind, yet what it meant couldn't be any less clear.
So Miro decided to focus on the senses one by one. His mind flashed with what he should be learning. Feelings, physical properties, his mind imagining how the perceptions could correlate. The shape and color of the aura reminded him of the way he focused. He remained concentrated on being open to his natural interpreatation. The way it danced the cold tones, it reminded him of his mindset in preparing the initiation. The sounds, they too were cold, but more like his flesh. The shine of metal was much like the sheen of his paint.
Even the scent of sweat made sense with how hard he had been working. It even reminded him that he had been at it for a while. His eyes felt strained, and his body weak. The wizard closed his eyes and ceased the flow of Djed. His pathways were allowed to return to normal, and that is when it all hit him. Though the Flux and Auristics were not the heaviest in Djed drain, the extended casting had taken its toll. A headache hit him, his eyes screamed in agony, and his muscles were sore and weak. Through draining away the Djed from his brain he had clouded his mind.
For a while he collapsed backwards while his body adjusted back to normal. There was no thinking, no feeling, just a passive stillness. For chimes he sat silently without moving a muscle. Ender was curious what had happened, noting only the loss of Djed between them. What his master had accomplished was completely beyond the Irylid. ”If this is how you plan to live from now on, consider me content. I have dreamed of a wizard who would enjoy reflection as much as myself. I hope that you found the realization you sought. In our time of silence. I’ll admit to being curious of your thoughts.”
To enhance the experience he would start by Glyphing his body. A finger was dipped the paint and placed upon his face. He started by drawing a focus upon his face. Circles were drawn around his eyes and a design around them. The focuses became a mask and were surrounded by stylish barriers in a weave. The focuses extended down along his face along with the barriers forming a path. These intersecting lines woven down all around his neck and formed a path along his throat towards the chest.
From here Miro continued to outline the pathways of his body. The weave flowed around his chest, down his arm, and finally down his legs. On each area a path was formed to be filled with focuses and guide the magic. Then he filled each space in with further designs. On his chests a seeming switch and focus combination. It represented each of the paths joining and flowing together. Each of his limbs received a similar pattern of flowing closely spaced shapes with symbols. For the details in each he used the tip of his nail. It was a slow process that required absolute concentration.
When he had finished at least three bells had passed, and his pot of ink was running low. The easy majority of his body was covered in paint. A special circular focus was drawn on his right hand to assist in any casting from it. It was a sigil that literally used his entire body. He hoped it to create ease of flow along pathways and to enhance his ability to concentrate using Djed. It would be a necessary step for the next technique he would attempt. If he was to enhance the process of initiation he would require assistance from other disciplines. The next would be that of the Flux.
Miro focused on the pathways in his body and tuned his mind with their flow. Starting from the edge of the pathway channels he started to redirect Djed. A stream of Djed flux that started at the ends of his toes and receded towards his core. The Flux pulled his Djed into his chest and then began to trickle it up his neck and into his brain. The very slow steam began to give a new level of awareness to his mind. A gradual realization was surfacing as the world distorted and become clear yet again. As the chimes passed the room he had known so well began to appear to him as he had never seen before.
The Chained One’s body felt distant, but the connection to his mind had never felt so clear. His every thought seemed to come through with profound clarity. He knew in order to view an aura he would have to have a realization. With his enhanced mind it seemed closer than ever. Another set of redirections were cast. First an amount more was taken from the chest to flow into the focus on his hand. Then finally the Flux in his head was concentrated further. He pulled Djed to his eyes, tongue, nose, ears, and to the surface of his skin. His mind focused on sensing an aura through each channel as he produced Djed.
More specifically he focused on the aura of his right hand. The Flux had directed a higher than normal concentration of Djed to his hand and with concentration an amount was tasked to flow from it. He pushed the flow to break past his skin and flow outward like producing a flame in his hand. He imagined the Djed rising and leaking into the room like smoke. Focused his mind on becoming synchronized with the aura of Djed his hand produced. He now imagined how he would naturally examine his hand with each sense.
For sense of feel, he imagined cold dead flesh, soft and elastic. He imagined how it would taste, bitter from paint, salty from filth. How it sounded, calm and still. How it smelled, scented from Alluvia’s robe, but also earthy. Finally he examined it with his sight. Pale skin covered in black paint. The black of his nails matching the paint and the unique design of the focus. And with each of his senses working to synchronize with his aura he imagined the ways his senses might perceive the aura.
To see the Djed like fire and smoke flowing from his hand. To see colors, shapes, movements. To hear the sound of it flowing away from his skin like a soft breeze. To smell the sweet scent of magic in the air. To taste the thick rich flavour of aura in his throat. To feel his cold aura brush against his skin and tingle. Miro concentrated on the arm further, produced more Djed, imagined sensing beyond the physical. Slowly the realization was creeping upon him, but he had yet to find the answer.
The Reimancer had been sitting for bells before finally he found the epiphany to open his eyes. It happened suddenly, not quite a thought, but an understanding that surfaced in his mind. Long now had he been imagining the properties of the aura. Now he could begin to understand. Not only was he to view the properties of the aura itself, but to read into them further. He was to understand what each bit of sensory insight was revealing to him. Understand the language, and allow himself to be open to however it may present itself. Not only to look for the obvious details, but to open himself to what he has yet to witness.
Finally with the realization apparent he could unlock the insight of Auristics. Now seeking out what was hidden, he focused hard on his vision. Djed was flown to perfectly mirror the frequency of his hand and something was happening. An area of air above his hand began to distort. It appeared like the air above a flame, excited and wavering. At first its shape remained undefined, but slowly the form became more apparent. Not only the presence of definite shape, but colorful tones too. The aura seemed to have a flow to it, a pattern in its movements.
At first the color appeared to be a light shade of blue, but the aura was changing. Tones of dark blue and white could also be seen flowing in it. It flowed upward from his palm and around in a spiral. Some of wisps of color within it dancing about like tendrils of flame. Sounds could be heard as well. There was that of ice cracking and the faint sound of rustling metal. He could smell sweat too. The thick scent that one built up after a day hard at work. It all came to him in mind, yet what it meant couldn't be any less clear.
So Miro decided to focus on the senses one by one. His mind flashed with what he should be learning. Feelings, physical properties, his mind imagining how the perceptions could correlate. The shape and color of the aura reminded him of the way he focused. He remained concentrated on being open to his natural interpreatation. The way it danced the cold tones, it reminded him of his mindset in preparing the initiation. The sounds, they too were cold, but more like his flesh. The shine of metal was much like the sheen of his paint.
Even the scent of sweat made sense with how hard he had been working. It even reminded him that he had been at it for a while. His eyes felt strained, and his body weak. The wizard closed his eyes and ceased the flow of Djed. His pathways were allowed to return to normal, and that is when it all hit him. Though the Flux and Auristics were not the heaviest in Djed drain, the extended casting had taken its toll. A headache hit him, his eyes screamed in agony, and his muscles were sore and weak. Through draining away the Djed from his brain he had clouded his mind.
For a while he collapsed backwards while his body adjusted back to normal. There was no thinking, no feeling, just a passive stillness. For chimes he sat silently without moving a muscle. Ender was curious what had happened, noting only the loss of Djed between them. What his master had accomplished was completely beyond the Irylid. ”If this is how you plan to live from now on, consider me content. I have dreamed of a wizard who would enjoy reflection as much as myself. I hope that you found the realization you sought. In our time of silence. I’ll admit to being curious of your thoughts.”
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Rite of Sight
by Tapestry on December 9th, 2013, 8:00 pm
Your Rewards are in the Weave
Miro:
XP Award:
Lore:
XP Award:
- +2 Auristics
- +1 Flux
- +3 Philosophy
- +2 Drawing
- +3 Glyphing
- +3 Meditation
- +2 Hypnotism
- +2 Familiary
- +1 Running
Lore:
- Hypnotism: Self Hypnotism to Aid Meditation
- Auristics: The nature of an aura
- Auristics: What an aura can reveal
- Flux: Redirecting energy from the head to the body
- Morphing: Basic theory
- Auristics: Overgiving effects
- How to meditate
- Overgiving: Injuries from Overcasting
- Returning: The body regenerates
Consequences :
Miro has overtaxed his djed to high levels to learn both Auristics and to self hypnotize. Miro is now farsighted due to the damage in his eyes and will require glasses. That said, his vision will still be a little blurred, enough to make reading hard and made worse whenever he uses hypnotism by eye contact or Auristics. When using either of those disciplines, his vision will swiftly muddy to the point where everything will appear shapeless and indistinct. These temporary consequences to his vision will fade roughly two bells after he uses the magic...but his farsighted nature is permanent.
Comments :
Miro, I know you'll probably be a bit upset at me for doling out these consequences, but I'm not trying to be mean. First, I've elected to give you only a point of flux. Redirecting flux for healing or improving your brain is not how the magic is intended to be used. I checked with some others about this and we all agree that you're misuing flux as a discipline. However, there is some example of using flux correctly and so I decided to give you only one point rather than the amount you might have earned for writing so much on it. Morphing and flux are polar opposite disciplines, using one to effect the other is highly inadvisable as permanent, severe effects could be gained from such a venture.
That said, it is in the lore that those who have learned flux first have a hard time learning morphing, given the inverse nature of the magic. So while I gave you morphing theory, I do not believe you have put in the necessary work to begin practicing morphing. I see you already have a point of it in your CS, but I do not think you put in enough effort into the 'learning process' of this thread to have earned morphing as a magic. I did, however, let you keep Auristics.
In the future, perhaps more profound or detailed discussions with your familiar will garner more exp for you. I apologize if you feel this ruling is unfair.
The last note I wanted to give was that you inferred that your Uldr body will automatically revert you to your original shape, no matter the injury or botch in morphing. I wanted to let you know (whether intended or not) that it isn't true. You will not heal from morphing overgiving. You're altering the nature of your body, the definition of what your body is. Your body will regenerate to the shape it thinks it is...and morphing overgiving WILL change that definition. If I read too far into it, I apologize.
As usual...if you have any questions, please let me know.
That said, it is in the lore that those who have learned flux first have a hard time learning morphing, given the inverse nature of the magic. So while I gave you morphing theory, I do not believe you have put in the necessary work to begin practicing morphing. I see you already have a point of it in your CS, but I do not think you put in enough effort into the 'learning process' of this thread to have earned morphing as a magic. I did, however, let you keep Auristics.
In the future, perhaps more profound or detailed discussions with your familiar will garner more exp for you. I apologize if you feel this ruling is unfair.
The last note I wanted to give was that you inferred that your Uldr body will automatically revert you to your original shape, no matter the injury or botch in morphing. I wanted to let you know (whether intended or not) that it isn't true. You will not heal from morphing overgiving. You're altering the nature of your body, the definition of what your body is. Your body will regenerate to the shape it thinks it is...and morphing overgiving WILL change that definition. If I read too far into it, I apologize.
As usual...if you have any questions, please let me know.
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