Completed Trio of Mystical Infants

Two partners run into one practitioner, making for a dangerous mix of beginner mages in a dark room.

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This shining population center is considered the jewel of The Sylira Region. Home of the vast majority of Mizahar's population, Syliras is nestled in a quiet, sprawling valley on the shores of the Suvan Sea. [Lore]

Trio of Mystical Infants

Postby Matthew on August 27th, 2013, 12:32 pm

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34th of Summer


A slight yawn racked his worn-out body, and he glanced around the darkened Syliras streets with sleepy eyes. He had a few dark circles growing, mostly from the combination of keeping customers pleasured and meeting up with Isolde to study what they could. The Alchemy ring (or at least it would hopefully turn into one) was still in the hands of the metalsmith, so they weren't able to follow up on that quite yet. Instead, they had just decided to meet and study a few more of the basics together to better prepare themselves. Matthew let out another soft yawn and sighed, leaning his slim and muscled back against the cold stone walls of the abandoned lab. Stretching it a bit, a sharp crack echoed out through the streets, signaling that the harlot had managed to relieve some of the knotted tension in his back. He would need to visit the hot springs again, or pay for another massage session. There was a yellow and purple bruise on his cheek, the faint outline of multiple slaps giving a hint to where the marking had come from. There were matching marks on his neck, showing that whoever his last customer was had been quite the rough woman. He mumbled something under his breath, whipping his head from side to side, a few more cracks echoing out. If this kept up, he would look like Isolde in the end. Except for the tongue.

He couldn't help but briefly wonder about it. Was it like a normal tongue, or would there be a taste of rot to it? He hadn't brought up his interest in the biology of her race for awhile now, so perhaps she wouldn't mind? No, she probably would. He set his jaw, thinking it over a bit. She was really the only one that he knew, sadly enough. There had been a few of the Nuit back in Zeltiva, but he wouldn't have dared approach them with experimentation in mind. Isolde had slowly set him at ease around her kind though, so that was helpful.

Matthew was waiting just outside the abandoned laboratories that Isolde and him had first become partners. It was rather early in the morning, as Matthew was hoping they could get some studies done and then perhaps go and see if the Alchemy ring was done. Trying to soothe his slightly stressed mind, he focused within himself, Djed swirling as he dipped his mind into it. Tracing down the front of his body with graceful fingertips, he lightly touched to his stomach. He could feel the Djed swirling there, so he slowly guided it upwards, his touch tracing the path that the Djed would soon follow. His long fingers cupped his head, and then brushed over his eyes, the harlot looking as if he was holding his skull in pain. He briefly convulsed, and sparkling Djed finally fell from his eyes. They were like tears only he could see. He expended some of the remaining Djed he had summoned to light up his sight, the burning magic somehow triggering some sort of seventh sense. When he flooded it into his eyes and let it burn, the world lit up in a multitude of colors and shapes. Not that he could make sense of them, or even see them clearly. But it did help him see the Djed he produced to practice the skill that Devandil had tried to initiate him into.

He was supposed to use the strands to form a shield. Even their production was a step of Shielding, though that had turned out to be the easy part. He was used to manipulating Djed inside of him, so producing it on a physical plane had only taken a bit of effort. He could even form a shield. Tasking it was the hard thing. Devandil hadn't really even explained it, so he was going to have to figure it out himself. He absentmindedly painted the Djed onto his hands, coating them in a light shimmering shade. He didn't even really know what this would do. He just figured it was best that he practice. To anyone else it would just be the sight of the harlot rubbing his hands together, a distant look in his tired eyes. He was dressed well, like always. Sharp and clean-shaven, hair styled and soft features looking as if he wore some sort of make-up.

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Trio of Mystical Infants

Postby Ethan Ironhorse on August 28th, 2013, 1:03 am

Ethan had taken the day to go up to the Inner Sanctum, and abandoned magecrafting workshop to spend time in completion and try to solve the riddle of creating a shield for a long duration. He wanted to keep his presence as secret as possible so Ethan had come to the Inner Sanctum before people had started to fill in the Great Bazaar. It was always a risk to go out and venture into magical shops or indulge in his magical curiosity; Syliras had a habit of looking down at mages like they would kill a whole bunch of people at the drop of a coin. So Ethan moved quietly about like a sneak thief, hoping to evade notice as long as he could.

Of course, Syliras wasn’t completely against mages. The mage-warriors that were part of the Knighthood were accepted amongst people. Yet even the knighthood could quiet the whispered hushes of magic brought by the common people. The only difference was that the Mage-Warriors were powerful enough to stop people from the glares. The Sanctum seemed deserted, dust covered chairs and tables, a part of Ethan wondered if he could get a couple lads from the Ironworks to help take a few of the tables and chairs down to his room. Common foot paths could be seen in the dust as people moved throughout the Sanctum, sweeping the dust up on their shoes and clothing.

Ethan wanted to take a rag to the place, or at least a broom. Ethan went about looking here and there, finally Ethan saw a dusty old room with a pedestal in the middle. Old caked paint in the forms of glyphs were on the walls, to Ethan they looked incomplete or funny. The few that remained Ethan ran his hand over them, a sense of what they were seemed to tickle the back of his mind. This one is for fire and this one is for water. Ethan wondered how he knew, since he had never seen the glyphs before in his life.

Ethan took a seat in the dust and quietly began to breath, the stillness in the room seemed to help more than his own apartment. Stray thoughts that came from the crack of a fire or smell of the cooking pot weren’t present. Slowly, thoughts of the staleness in the air and the hardness of the floor went away and he was able to focus on the feelings of working Shielding. Unconscious of the fact that his hands moved as if they were holding leather and a steel ring, Ethan idea of an Anchor point came up. The steel ring of a bridle acted as a sort of focus for his mind. An Anchor point was the theoretical concept that established its existence in Ethan’s mind. It was like a small point of light that he could summon, within it the flow of his energy came out of the ring into leather straps much like a horse bridle. The energy for himself flowed out from the ring to the straps and into other anchor points. The leather straps were nothing more than a boundary for his energy, within those boundaries was a part of him. Slowly, he constructed a tiny cube of energy and shielding. It floated barely above his index finger, and Ethan knew that he was suppose too practice enlarging his shield. Making even the most basic of shields that Ethan felt comfortable was time consuming, because each time he had to go back and adjust an edge or corner. At times it felt like his shielding required constant adjustment, it was then that Ethan felt the presense of someone else working magic… not just any type of magic but shielding. The feeling of someone else shocked Ethan into allowing his shield to dissipate.

Ethan got up from the dusty floor and went out to the main room. Since he wasn’t working his own magic, the feeling was like a light crackling of energy in the air. Ethan wasn’t sure where it was coming from and as he entered the main room, Ethan had almost given up on the sensation as his mind made excuses for the sense. Still Ethan tested the waters, speaking to an empty room Ethan called out, “Hello, is someone else here?”
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Postby Isolde Seibold on September 1st, 2013, 4:53 am

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Isolde was reading the Alchemy book as she walked. A dangerous prospect, but one made less so by the fact that hardly anybody else seemed to be out and about. Today was the quietest she'd seen the city, period. Hardly a person on the street, and those that were seemed to to have intent but not urgency, drifting past her with sleepy, peaceful expressions as if they had just woken up. There had been one person parading about with the normal level of animation; he'd been a squire, she'd noticed, and a new one at that, still green and expecting danger around every turn of the street. This morning, with everyone either where they needed to be or apparently not really needing to be anywhere at all, he wasn't likely to come across too much action.

It was almost tranquil, in an odd way. Like the Docks at night when Leth looked to be floating along on the sea; she sometimes visited that dark, quiet place when the hustle and bustle of the day had settled into rest. There was always this feeling, a simmering potential for activity, as if the long, wooden pier was holding its breath and just waiting for something to happen. It felt like that now. It was peculiar to feel this in the morning, but the Nuit wasn't really complaining. Empty streets meant that she could read in peace without having to worry about running into someone...

...And so of course as she turned to enter the Inner Sanctum she collided squarely with Matthew, who was lurking in the doorway.

The impact knocked Isolde back a step, jostling the book in her grip. Somehow she managed to keep from dropping it. Thank the gods. If something had happened to it she wouldn't have known what to do with herself. Worried eyes peered down at the spine and leather binding, making certain all was in order... worried fingers flipping expertly through, checking for tears or crumples or even a sign of smudged ink. Please not let a single page be out of place--!

Everything looked to be in order. The Nuit's gaze traveled up to Matthew's face and--

And holy gods. He's been bruised. Not by her. She was certain she hadn't managed to smack him in the face when she'd bumped into him. Someone else, then. "What happened to you?" Her tone was one of bafflement, which nicely covered up the irrational sense of irritation she felt at seeing him come to even such a minor harm. They'd only been partners for like, two days and she was already getting attached. Reign it back, Nuit.

Besides. Isolde leaned a bit forward, peering more closely, inspecting. Now that she was getting a better look... those were clearly hand-shaped. Slap marks, then. Immediately she corrected her question to, "Have a bad date?" And then, after hardly a tick's pause --during which she'd remembered his occupation-- "Or perhaps, in your case, a good one."

The words had hardly left her mouth before she'd realized how very unprofessional she was being, and she gruffly covered up her embarrassment by reaching for the door, swinging it open...

“Hello, is someone else here?”

The shock of the voice caused the Nuit to go flinching back with a girlishly surprised "Eep!" She slammed into Matthew again, rattling her teeth in her head, and then tripped to get away from the both of them, clutching her book like she thought someone would rip it from her arms, a startled expression locked to her face.

A few long moments passed. The Nuit spent them staring into the dark building at the stranger, collecting herself. When she thought she was reasonably unlikely to stutter, she allowed herself, awkwardly, to speak. "Uh. Yeah. Actually, someone else is here. Uh. Hi there. Sorry if I scared you. I wasn't really expecting someone else to be... here." She said the last as if she hadn't been the one who'd reacted so strongly to the surprise.

No time to worry over such a small incident, though. It was better to move forward. Better not to dwell on it. Better to not give anyone the time to point out how ridiculous she was. So: "I'm Isolde. This is Matthew. Uh. So yeah. We were just... coming in. Do you mind?" What was the proper protocol for this sort of encounter? Was it first-come, first-serve? Since this stranger was here, then didn't that mean he was some sort of mage...? What if he was really powerful, and took offense to their presence? A slightly worried look crossed the Nuit's face at that thought, and she gripped her fingers even tighter to Alchemy, Creation as if the book might shield her from an unknown wizard's rage.


OOCSorry for taking so long! ^^'
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Trio of Mystical Infants

Postby Ethan Ironhorse on October 10th, 2013, 11:57 am

OOCSince I do not know when Isolde changed to her second body I will play that she just did.

Ethan looked out into the hallway to see a man and a woman. Ethan examined the man briefly but in a strange sense got the feeling that he was… pretty. Not like a normal man where features of hardness and strength combined into a sort of ruggedness or handsome feature, no the sharps features and smooth face made Ethan believe he was looking more at a well-muscled female then a man. Still Ethan wasn’t one to judge, well he judge people all the time on their first impressions and opinions. Yet Ethan tried to suppress his sense of judgment and give everyone an equal chance. Besides from the bruise on the man’s face, he certain had been judged by someone else already.

Ethan looked over the woman before giving her his response. She had blonde hair cropped short about her head, her skin seemed slightly loose even though she was thin and by all appearances young. Ethan wouldn’t have noticed it except for gripping of her book. Her fingers were stretched taunt but on the back of her hand there seemed to be small wrinkles from on her wrist. There was a faint odor about the two, but then again Ethan had worked with horses and iron so long that shyke and iron dust usually clung to him except when he went for a bath. He learned of the two people’s names and nodded. “Hello, Mattew and Isolde, I am Ethan. I felt… a change in djed out here and was making sure that no trouble was occurring.”

Ethan opened up the door wider and moved out of the way, allowing the couple to come in. “I don’t usually come here, but I was just practicing my own… discipline. As long as that won’t bother you two then please enjoy the space.” Ethan ended the sentence in a slight bow and motioned for them to come it.

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Trio of Mystical Infants

Postby Radiant on December 3rd, 2013, 9:34 am

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Matthew :
Experience
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Observation +1 XP
Auristics +1 XP


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N/A


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Ethan :
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Observation +1 XP
Shielding +1 XP


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Matthew: Acquaintance
Isolde: Acquaintance


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Isolde :
I see you haven't updated your ledger with the Summer 513 A.V seasonal living expenses yet, please do so and PM me, I will give you your grades. :)


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Shame to see it fizzled out. Oh well.

And Ethan, Auristics is one of the most subtle magic there is, even more than Hypnotism, you can't possibly detect someone using them unless you have some kind of special item.

Actually, Ethan, the Inner Sanctum is not off limits.

The newest Magecrafter of Syliras, Devandil Nightshade, found the Sanctum unsatisfactory for his particular needs and left it to serve as a workshop for those wishing to practice their magics. He has instead set up shop in the Dra-Kalinor Laboratory in the Fourth Tier behind the Great Bazaar.

He has installed several magecrafted items to ensure the protection of those who wish to practice, including glyphs that are triggered during fires to snuff out the flames and magecrafted windows and wall-hangings which soundproof the room. He stops in occasionally to check the progress of some of the local wizards who haven't quite gotten up the gumption to brave his suites in the basement.


So it's fine to use it freely in your threads.


My radiance is not bright enough?
If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out. :)
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