Time. Time meant nothing to the Nuit race within the walls of Sahova. The passing of the sun and moon meant so very little to the timeless race that Vick even forgot what the passing of the days felt when was human. Now he held no such thing of worry on the days of when fishing was best or when the crops had to be taken in.
This was just the same as always as he stood in his work area washing a human bone which was the left humerus. The humerus was the bone on the upper arm by the shoulder to the forearm. This human he knew was a rather skilled fighting by unarmed means and not a mage of any sort. They had focused on fighting with the hands and speed which Vick had wanted for the new project.
He had this bone, the right right humerus, the right and left radius which was the outside bone of the forearm, the left and right femur bones which were the bones above the knee along with the skull. An almost perfect set which took so much power to get in terms of the island rank. It was an project he was calling “001 Warnuit” which would take a bit of time but the idea of the project was to harness the power of Nuits to have more speed and fighting terms in combat.
He had let the bones soak for the past two days to be softer and easier to work with. The other set of bones were in barrels of water inside his lab waiting to be use by him. He had taken a single simple quill with black ink and slowly with so much care drawing the circles inside the bone. Circles were such a large deal in his magic but he knew that was like any other world magic.
Three large circles were done inside the bone. Within the three circles he drew another smaller set and a third smaller set of circles within them once the ink had dried more. This was a template so he had a visual aid for him when he would take his tools to carve into the bone to make the symbols last longer. Really if he was in a hurry he would just use the ink and be done with it but he wanted this to last. The power would be broken if the circles were broken so when they were indent into the bone itself it would mean they would last so much longer since paint itself could chip and break with time.
The inner circle held enough space for words as Vick slowly wrote out the words he wanted. He could have drawn images or really done anything as long as his intent was strong. When he first started he had no idea what that meant but after so many years he understood at last just what resolve and intent really meant. It was something inside him that grew in time that he became so aware of. Really he was almost to the point he felt like he could just draw lines and let his intent rule over the item.
The words were “Strength” “Speed” “Power” within the three circles in the line. His intent only told the story within the words as his auristics flared to life as he focused along the symbols he made and the bone itself. He saw the djed the person held in life and while they were not a mage by any means they were still not to be taken lightly.
He let the ink dry once more as he took his carving tools that were laid near him and took an pick, a long metal thin rod that held an sharp edge along that was used for carving small fine details into things. He was about to set to work until he heard a knock at his door.
That annoyed him. So much as his undead eyes turned from his work and looked upon the door. Few people would knock and bother him but for all he knew it could have been a pluser sent to get his items to sell or give him more items. All around his office bones laid in neat order but a good deal held different symbols along them. It would not take anyone smart to understand they held power. Power that only few could dream of or even hold nightmares about.
“Enter.”
The word was not in common but in Nader-Canoch. If they did not understand the word than they were really just wasting his time but he did not go back to work. His eyes were glued on the door as he stood on an simple stepping box as he was working on a much higher table built into the wall.
No one question the childs height or size for Vick always held the body of an nuit if he could. Only a few times he did not but the island made sure to do what they could for him due to his rank. His black hair was pushed back, his simple tunic and pants were muted colors and even his brown leather shoes told a story of how poorly dressed he was. If he was roaming the halls a lot of times new people would think he was a slave or a pet lapdog but really that was just to spin a tale of lies. The wizards knew who he was. Knew what he was.
Nothing in Sahova was what it seemed. Vick was the poster child of that saying.
This was just the same as always as he stood in his work area washing a human bone which was the left humerus. The humerus was the bone on the upper arm by the shoulder to the forearm. This human he knew was a rather skilled fighting by unarmed means and not a mage of any sort. They had focused on fighting with the hands and speed which Vick had wanted for the new project.
He had this bone, the right right humerus, the right and left radius which was the outside bone of the forearm, the left and right femur bones which were the bones above the knee along with the skull. An almost perfect set which took so much power to get in terms of the island rank. It was an project he was calling “001 Warnuit” which would take a bit of time but the idea of the project was to harness the power of Nuits to have more speed and fighting terms in combat.
He had let the bones soak for the past two days to be softer and easier to work with. The other set of bones were in barrels of water inside his lab waiting to be use by him. He had taken a single simple quill with black ink and slowly with so much care drawing the circles inside the bone. Circles were such a large deal in his magic but he knew that was like any other world magic.
Three large circles were done inside the bone. Within the three circles he drew another smaller set and a third smaller set of circles within them once the ink had dried more. This was a template so he had a visual aid for him when he would take his tools to carve into the bone to make the symbols last longer. Really if he was in a hurry he would just use the ink and be done with it but he wanted this to last. The power would be broken if the circles were broken so when they were indent into the bone itself it would mean they would last so much longer since paint itself could chip and break with time.
The inner circle held enough space for words as Vick slowly wrote out the words he wanted. He could have drawn images or really done anything as long as his intent was strong. When he first started he had no idea what that meant but after so many years he understood at last just what resolve and intent really meant. It was something inside him that grew in time that he became so aware of. Really he was almost to the point he felt like he could just draw lines and let his intent rule over the item.
The words were “Strength” “Speed” “Power” within the three circles in the line. His intent only told the story within the words as his auristics flared to life as he focused along the symbols he made and the bone itself. He saw the djed the person held in life and while they were not a mage by any means they were still not to be taken lightly.
He let the ink dry once more as he took his carving tools that were laid near him and took an pick, a long metal thin rod that held an sharp edge along that was used for carving small fine details into things. He was about to set to work until he heard a knock at his door.
That annoyed him. So much as his undead eyes turned from his work and looked upon the door. Few people would knock and bother him but for all he knew it could have been a pluser sent to get his items to sell or give him more items. All around his office bones laid in neat order but a good deal held different symbols along them. It would not take anyone smart to understand they held power. Power that only few could dream of or even hold nightmares about.
“Enter.”
The word was not in common but in Nader-Canoch. If they did not understand the word than they were really just wasting his time but he did not go back to work. His eyes were glued on the door as he stood on an simple stepping box as he was working on a much higher table built into the wall.
No one question the childs height or size for Vick always held the body of an nuit if he could. Only a few times he did not but the island made sure to do what they could for him due to his rank. His black hair was pushed back, his simple tunic and pants were muted colors and even his brown leather shoes told a story of how poorly dressed he was. If he was roaming the halls a lot of times new people would think he was a slave or a pet lapdog but really that was just to spin a tale of lies. The wizards knew who he was. Knew what he was.
Nothing in Sahova was what it seemed. Vick was the poster child of that saying.