76th of Fall, 513 AV
The room was simply, a small living space provided for only the barest of bare necessities. It allowed storage of items not needed to be carried about every day, a place to sleep, and a place to think. It was an efficient form of simplicity, the reflection of the population of Sahova in every single regard. It was an efficiency she herself could respect if it wasn't to her current detriment.
Annalisa Marin sat cross legged upon the thin mat of the room she had claimed, deep in thought and contemplation. The first night had been odd, to sleep without the crashing waves she had grown used to on the voyage here was actually unnerving in someway. Instead there was only the eerie silence of Sahova, broken only by the occasional sound of working golem machinery and soft echoing footsteps. In a way, the artificial silence had disturbed her more than any sound could.
The night was upon the citadel but that seemed to mean nothing to the tireless Nuit, for she had still seen some at work when she had left the common labs. Anna was almost envious of that tireless drive, the ability to work endlessly without mortal constraints to hold them back. The drawbacks of that life were still close in mind though, warnings Tsaba had provided about the nature of the undead. It was an unnerving existence in her mind, one used to being bound to one form and body. Would Rhysol even accept such a transformation? While curious despite her misgivings risking her god's disfavor was not something she was willing to do.
Her mind was a blur of interest and curiosity, thoughts and feelings kindled by the very nature of the island. While it seemed rough on the exterior Sahova's uses to her far outstripped the risks, risks she faced everyday merely by being what she was. Magic was not safe, it presented an uncertainty every time it was used. That this time could be the one when control was lost, when for a sliver of a moment the desires overwhelmed commonsense was a constant axe over the head of even a master of their discipline.
There was much to learn from this island, and of course much to exploit for the gain of Rhysol. While there were certainly selfish reasons for her coming to Sahova, Rhysol was still her master no matter what occurred. His desires were what she wanted to further while here, the propagation of chaos and lies was on the agenda. Once she had her finger on the pulse of the political climate of this place she could begin to work towards that.
There was one unexpected tripping point currently in her way, however, one thing that was a current roadblock to her lofty ambitions. The Judgment, the way the worthy outsiders were weeded from the unworthy. Anna knew she was worthy, she needed to prove it to the current wizards of Sahova to gain an apprenticeship. That was what she was currently contemplating, how to prove her worthiness.
She knew her abilities in manipulating the elements to be very considerable, power over three prime elements and two para-elements was certainly nothing to sniff at. Combined with her knowledge in Glyphing Anna knew that she could easily gain entrance. Perhaps a display of both talents on a suitable level would increase her worth in the eyes of the wizards? Creating a functional scroll was a mark of skill among glyphers, not massive but certainly it showed inner insight into the potential of the craft. Perhaps such a thing might draw the eyes of the wizards, especially when combined with a display of control over reimancy. Her skills with Voiding were hardly worthy of note, besides that was a wildcard she wanted to play very close to her chest.
Anna sighed and unconsciously brushed her earrings, memories of her bittersweet parting with her mother flooding to her. It had hurt to see her go, even after the frustration and argument thrown into their relationship. The spirit was her only family, possibly the only family she would ever have again and Anna had essentially cast her aside like so many others. Allowing herself a brief moment of humanity in her contemplations, the wizard wondered if her path was one of loneliness. Would she forever walk the path she walked alone? Once she might have welcomed such a thing, but interacting with her mother had changed her perspective somewhat. Regardless, it was a sobering thought as she sat alone in her contemplation.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to distance herself from such distracting thoughts. They were counter productive at the moment, she needed to think about the Judgment and how to overcome it. These thoughts... could be addressed later.
Now is not the time, mother. Once things settle down, maybe... she thought, the words somehow possessing a hollow ring in her mind.
The room was simply, a small living space provided for only the barest of bare necessities. It allowed storage of items not needed to be carried about every day, a place to sleep, and a place to think. It was an efficient form of simplicity, the reflection of the population of Sahova in every single regard. It was an efficiency she herself could respect if it wasn't to her current detriment.
Annalisa Marin sat cross legged upon the thin mat of the room she had claimed, deep in thought and contemplation. The first night had been odd, to sleep without the crashing waves she had grown used to on the voyage here was actually unnerving in someway. Instead there was only the eerie silence of Sahova, broken only by the occasional sound of working golem machinery and soft echoing footsteps. In a way, the artificial silence had disturbed her more than any sound could.
The night was upon the citadel but that seemed to mean nothing to the tireless Nuit, for she had still seen some at work when she had left the common labs. Anna was almost envious of that tireless drive, the ability to work endlessly without mortal constraints to hold them back. The drawbacks of that life were still close in mind though, warnings Tsaba had provided about the nature of the undead. It was an unnerving existence in her mind, one used to being bound to one form and body. Would Rhysol even accept such a transformation? While curious despite her misgivings risking her god's disfavor was not something she was willing to do.
Her mind was a blur of interest and curiosity, thoughts and feelings kindled by the very nature of the island. While it seemed rough on the exterior Sahova's uses to her far outstripped the risks, risks she faced everyday merely by being what she was. Magic was not safe, it presented an uncertainty every time it was used. That this time could be the one when control was lost, when for a sliver of a moment the desires overwhelmed commonsense was a constant axe over the head of even a master of their discipline.
There was much to learn from this island, and of course much to exploit for the gain of Rhysol. While there were certainly selfish reasons for her coming to Sahova, Rhysol was still her master no matter what occurred. His desires were what she wanted to further while here, the propagation of chaos and lies was on the agenda. Once she had her finger on the pulse of the political climate of this place she could begin to work towards that.
There was one unexpected tripping point currently in her way, however, one thing that was a current roadblock to her lofty ambitions. The Judgment, the way the worthy outsiders were weeded from the unworthy. Anna knew she was worthy, she needed to prove it to the current wizards of Sahova to gain an apprenticeship. That was what she was currently contemplating, how to prove her worthiness.
She knew her abilities in manipulating the elements to be very considerable, power over three prime elements and two para-elements was certainly nothing to sniff at. Combined with her knowledge in Glyphing Anna knew that she could easily gain entrance. Perhaps a display of both talents on a suitable level would increase her worth in the eyes of the wizards? Creating a functional scroll was a mark of skill among glyphers, not massive but certainly it showed inner insight into the potential of the craft. Perhaps such a thing might draw the eyes of the wizards, especially when combined with a display of control over reimancy. Her skills with Voiding were hardly worthy of note, besides that was a wildcard she wanted to play very close to her chest.
Anna sighed and unconsciously brushed her earrings, memories of her bittersweet parting with her mother flooding to her. It had hurt to see her go, even after the frustration and argument thrown into their relationship. The spirit was her only family, possibly the only family she would ever have again and Anna had essentially cast her aside like so many others. Allowing herself a brief moment of humanity in her contemplations, the wizard wondered if her path was one of loneliness. Would she forever walk the path she walked alone? Once she might have welcomed such a thing, but interacting with her mother had changed her perspective somewhat. Regardless, it was a sobering thought as she sat alone in her contemplation.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to distance herself from such distracting thoughts. They were counter productive at the moment, she needed to think about the Judgment and how to overcome it. These thoughts... could be addressed later.
Now is not the time, mother. Once things settle down, maybe... she thought, the words somehow possessing a hollow ring in her mind.