by Daekos Volundur on July 28th, 2013, 1:14 pm
One more day before I start on my journey for Syka. I wonder, what awaits me there?
Daekos was slowly walking in ankle-deep waters, enjoying the cooling, soothing effect of the fluid that felt only more potent after a short jog around parts of Riverfall. Hundwin was by his side, braving deeper waters and dog-paddling with abandon, evidently enjoying the experience. The physical exertion was quite literally a walk in the park - albeit more fast-paced.
The Isur was himself playing with water - but more of the magical kind. Daekos slowly drew out Res from his left hand, transforming it into water, the element he was most comfortable with, and letting it slowly drip through his hands. He was careful to control the amount of Res he was using though; he didn't want to hear the Sweet Whispers again.
Practice is essential to becoming good at what you do, Daekos.
The easiest part was transforming the Res into water, but he had to concentrate on limiting the flow. There was always that subtle desire to do much more, even if he could not hear the Sweet Whispers, and it had to be fought against. He would be throwing away Djed - that which made him 'Daekos', that which defined him and allowed the concept of Daekos to exist - and he would not be at full strength when he most needed it.
Breathing in and out slowly and rhythmically, Daekos let out a little Res with every exhaled breath, transforming it into that life-giving fluid even as it floated up into the air, seeming to be a gas-like substance lighter than air (but was actually due to the efforts of Daekos).
After a minute of concentrating on this exercise, Daekos decided to increase the intensity of his practice. He let his left hand drop to his side, still dripping Res and water, and raised his right hand to roughly chest-level, eyebrows furrowed, and mentally grasped at the Djed, pushing it outwards as Res. The stream of Res was slightly too large than what he wanted, and so he lessened the flow until it was moving out at a pace similar to that in his left hand.
Earth now. Sand. Let's try doing this...
Taking a few breaths, he exhaled slowly and thought.
Grains of sand appeared slowly, seeping through his fingers. The stream of Res in his left hand stopped momentarily when the sand started appearing, but it soon continued.
This is... harder than I thought it would be. Concentrating on one process, while making the other instinctive.
He moved both hands together, letting the Res cross each other in twin strands before transmuting them into two different elements. The Res moved smoothly around his hands, twining around them and his wrists before dropping into the waters as their respective elements.
Bah. Strange taste in my mouth. Not blood. Sweet whispers breaking in.
His hands were starting to tremble slightly. Before he could overgive further, he slammed his hands together, channeling roughly a handful of Res in gel form in each hand as swiftly as possible.
Water. Earth. Combined, it will give Mud. I say it will; therefore it has happened. Reality is shaped by thought, and my thought is master of my Res.
A mudball formed in between his hands, and he threw it in front of him before it could get too large for him to hold it properly.
Watching the projectile fly, he watched with some amusement (A flying ball of mud!) before he noticed the small figure it was heading towards.
Oh, bugger.
"Ho there! Fore! Watch out! There's a ball of mud heading in your direction!"
Looks like one of the strange clay people I saw yesterday.
Daekos talking in Common
Daekos talking in Isur
Daekos thinking
NPC talking
(I'm currently waiting for my profile picture to be completed, so it's blank until then, I'm afraid.)
I will be extremely busy until late October; apologies to all!