Solo Afterwork work

[Lessomm]

Fall, 1st, Year 513, late evening His room had always been plain and empty but in recent days it was even worse. Not only was the room empty it also -felt- empty. Lessomm hadn't been spending as much time here, the job taking up most of his time. But he couldn't complain. The job was perfect for him, much grander than he had ever imagined. His own world had been opened to the many wonders of magic, thanks to his master and mentor. Lessomm had dedicated every waking moment of his time to serving his new master and every moment of free time had been spend improving himself. The young Eypharian sat cross-legged on the floor in the middle of the small room. All six hands were relaxed and resting on his legs. In here, there was no need to hide what he truly was since nobody ever came here or could see him here. The lack of a window wasn't always nice but it gave him even more privacy. The single candle in the room flickered and continued to burn, barely giving off enough light to brighten the room. The Eypharian sat with his eyes closed, focused on his exercises. As his master had shown him in one of their many training sessions, the young servant sat relaxed on the floor. He focused his mind on the task, guiding his djed outwards, redirecting the natural streams within him to move the magical fuel outward. It seeped out of his body, through every pore, covering him like a second skin, invisible to the naked eye. In the presence of other wizards, the djed could have been sensed or "felt" but here, in this "normal house" the djed moved unsensed and unseen to anyone but Lessomm. The exercise was simple but required his concentration and focus to set it up. Once he would be done, however, the shield would keep itself up. He focused on the djed and focused on the task. He slowly opened his eyes and focused on the flickering flame of the candle. He checked his djed layer, making sure every part of his body was covered with it. Once satisfied, he moved back to focusing on the task at hand. It was difficult to explain how he actually made his djed into a shield and gave it a task but he felt like it was just as easy as asking. His mind focused and echoed with the task. No flame gets through. No flame gets through. He pushed the task into his djed, together with the almost always present djed absorbing task. Don't let flames through. Once he felt his djed accept the task, he started to form the shield, making it solid. Solid was not the right word here but it was the only word he knew that described the process properly. The djed became solid but remained invisible to the naked eye. He could feel the magic pass over his skin, from the tips of his fingers and the top of his head down his body. From the tips of his toes, up his legs and further up his body, joining together. The shield anchored itself down around his own body, shielding it from flames. The young Eypharian blinked and stared at the flame. Moment of truth. One hand lifted up from his leg and moved over the flame. He could feel the heat touch upon his skin as he hovered his hand above the flame. The shield had been tasked and anchored, there was nothing else he could do now but trust his own skill. He lowered his hand slowly towards the flame, feeling the heat intensify. As his skin came in contact with the flame, there was no pain, although the heat did make it uncomfortable to keep his hand in place. Over the skin of his hand, little ripples moved, starting from the point where the flame touched his skin and disappearing after a moment, the only sign of the shield being in place. Just as he allowed himself a small smile, a sting of pain wne through his hand and the Eypharian reflexively pulled it back from the flame. The skin was burned slightly where the flame had touched him. With a sigh, Lessomm brought the hand to his lips and sucked softly on the wound, using his five other arms to push himself up from his seated position. The shield remained in place, drawing from the natural djed present in the world to fix the small crack on his hand first and then sustain itself once again. Lessomm picked the candle up, making sure not to burn himself again. As the light shone more focused on the walls, several square cuts of parchment could be seen on the wall, each one with different symbols on them, most of them forming circular shapes with the symbols. Lessomm looked over his glyphing practices. He had been working on them ever since the first day his master had introduced him to the magic. He had finally managed to get himself a set of runes that he liked and could stick to every time he drew a new glyph. With one of his many unburned hands, the Eypharian touched upon several glyphed parchments, recalling their creation process and the practice they had given him. None of the glyphs on his walls were storing any djed but they were all tasked as needed to create a proper glyph. Although none could come close to his master's skill, all of them were fully functional novice glyphs. Lessomm's fingers touched upon a parchment and he remembered how he had struggled with the tasking. One of the first complete glyphs he had drawn with his final set of runes, the young Eypharian had sat at his desk for several chimes before even picking up the charcoal piece. He had started from the outside, creating a focus in the middle of the parchment. The runes were drawn carefully, first four in the middle, each pointing towards the centerpoint between them. Every rune he drew had little wavey lines coming out of them, usually four or six, a small addition the servant had made to his master's runes, making them his own and not mere copies. From the four starting runes he had drawn four more, pointing to the same centerpoint but in between two of the four already drawn runes. Around the eight runes he had created a double circle, filling it in with small, repetitive runes. They looked like small houses, three straight lines forming almost a square and then two lines crossing over them, creating the "roof". From the house, four wavey tentacles pushed out to the left and right. Inside the house a single letter had been written, barely readable as an "L". Once the circle had been filled all the way around with the runes Lessomm had moved outside of the circle. A third type of rune had been drawn there, pointing away from the centerpoint of the glyph. Triangles with an oval inside of them, six wavey arms coming out of each one. Around it a single circle enlosed all the runes together, taking up about a third of the page. All the while drawing those runes, Lessomm had been focusing on the task they would need to perform. The focus was used to store the magic inside, either by copying it from a wizard who performed his magic in the circle or by absorbing it from a wizard firing into it. But the focus alone was not enough. Around it, the novice glypher had drawn a barrier. Some empty space between the focus and the barrier and Lessomm had drawn a circle made out of runes. The same runes he had drawn in the middle of the focus, pointing towards the centerpoint. They were positioned in equidistanced intervals around the focus, allowing enough space between them for the Eypharian to finish the barrier of with one long zigzagging line. He moved in between the runes of the barrier, moving up and down around the runes, keeping half of them inside of the endless wave and half of them outside, forming the barrier of the glyph. Finally he had drawn and tasked the trigger. A single rune, much bigger than the others, made up the trigger. The rune was drawn almost like an eight that was about to top over. Inside of the rune two half moons filled the shape and touched their back to each other. He had spent several chimes linking his djed and the triggering mechanism to the trigger. Not wanting to give away potential magical scrolls, Lessomm had made each trigger strange or unconventional. Of course, the best triggers were the once requiring three hands from the same person, although this one in particular required the middle finger and pinkie of one hand to touch each end of the diagonal eight to trigger it. His master had praised his work and, proud as he was about it, the Eypharian had pinned it to his wall, next to the many failures he had created. Out of all the parchments on his walls, about two out of each ten were proper and functional glyph, the rest were failures or unfinished glyphs. The candle had gone down quite a bit by the time Lessomm woke from his memory trip. He placed the candle on the table and pulled up the bowl of water, refreshing himself before going to sleep.

[Abstract]

Grade Awarded!

Lessomm

Skills

~ Meditation - 1
~ Shielding - 1
~ Observation - 1
~ Glyphing - 1

Lores

~ Shielding: Flame Resistance

Other

N/A

Notes

Nothing to say.