48th of Winter, 513 AV
The ground floor of the Gug Andjak was as always a bustle of activity, pulser's and Nuit alike moving to and fro as they handled this project or that one. Of the pulser's here one was given a wide berth by the apprentices, the silver ring with the symbol of a burning scroll wrapped around her finger denoting her rank as a Wizard. She wore relatively common clothing, a tunic, trousers, and a pair of leather sandals. Her long black hair was bound up into a ponytail, her form was unmarred by starvation in fact she looked the picture of perfect heath. It was only the faint black circles that ringed her eyes that told a different story.
Annalisa Marin sat at her workstation, a sheet of parchment sitting before her and ready to be adorned with her art. Her brush hovered above the parchment, not yet inked as she visualized the scroll sigil in her mind. It was really the most important step, the visualization process before the scroll would be born. If one made a faulty design then the scroll could easily malfunction, which in turn could explode in the face of the wizard who made it.
Once she had a clear image in her mind the Sorceress dipped her brush in ink and started on the outline of her Focus Glyph. The stylized inverted triangle came to life with each confident stroke of her brush, the ink staining the parchment in the all too familiar pattern. Her work was smooth, though it lacked the breath taking ease of a true master of her art it still possessed an instinctual appearance. Like her hand rather than her mind knew what needed to be drawn.
The Focus was done quickly enough and from there the Sorceress moved on to the Barrier, a ring of smaller Glyphs being placed around the Focus. Each one of these were given the task of containing or holding, designed to make certain the magic within the Focus would not escape it so easily. She looked to have completely forgotten the outside world existed, her mind becoming engrossed in the Glyphs and their sequences. Her Barriers were simple really, just repeated patterns of stylized geometric shapes. Then again, the purpose of the Glyph itself was rather simple as well.
After this the woman halted, her thoughts turning inwards as she pondered the last Glyph. The Trigger required much more thought than the other Glyphs did, because the phrasing was very crucial. To vague and one might have a time bomb, if they attempted to get too specific it could twist and turn to create a loophole. One needed to watch the wording of their Trigger very, very carefully. After a few chimes Anna nodded to herself and started on the Trigger, it seemed like a fair enough Trigger all this considered.
Anna put her brush down and stood from her chair, looking over the scroll for any residual mistakes. Finding none she moved back from the workstation a bit, rolling her shoulders in preparation for magic use. It would be a simple thing she made today, a scroll with three spells contained within the Focus. Nothing fancy, just a quick little weapon she could whip out if the need presented itself rather than waste her Djed.
The sorceress focused within herself and found that tapestry that made up her very being, the weave of her Djed. She tugged upon the fabric and lightly pulled the threads loose, willing a purple translucent gas to rise from her body. The act would appear natural to any onlooker, as easy as breathing and requiring just as little focus. Though the amount was relatively small all things considered, Anna still felt that tingle of pleasure course its way up her spine.
She moved the gathered cloud of purple res outwards and upwards, splitting it into three distinctly separate clouds. No gestures were given as she enforced a transmutation upon the clouds as she willed them downwards towards the Focus, no incantations either. The only warning one would receive for what was about to happen would be the air around the clouds starting to crackle malevolently, purple sparks dancing in the air.
The clouds arced down, fully transmuting into three moderately sized streaks of purple lightning. They were only in view for a short time, before they entered the Focus and vanished from the world until they were ready for use. Anna felt good for the casting, a pulse of pleasure radiating down to her core. Using magic bred an almost primal and indescribable kind of pleasure in her, making it all the more addictive.
Her task accomplished the Sorceress moved to collect her scroll, placing it within a nearby scroll case. It would certainly provide a nasty surprise to whoever or whatever she used it against, the trio of lightning bolts being enough to reduce most to a rain of charred chunks upon the ground. Scrolls were handy things to possess in a pinch, increasing one's magical output potential massively. Such was the nature of wizards, always seeking more security and power.
The ground floor of the Gug Andjak was as always a bustle of activity, pulser's and Nuit alike moving to and fro as they handled this project or that one. Of the pulser's here one was given a wide berth by the apprentices, the silver ring with the symbol of a burning scroll wrapped around her finger denoting her rank as a Wizard. She wore relatively common clothing, a tunic, trousers, and a pair of leather sandals. Her long black hair was bound up into a ponytail, her form was unmarred by starvation in fact she looked the picture of perfect heath. It was only the faint black circles that ringed her eyes that told a different story.
Annalisa Marin sat at her workstation, a sheet of parchment sitting before her and ready to be adorned with her art. Her brush hovered above the parchment, not yet inked as she visualized the scroll sigil in her mind. It was really the most important step, the visualization process before the scroll would be born. If one made a faulty design then the scroll could easily malfunction, which in turn could explode in the face of the wizard who made it.
Once she had a clear image in her mind the Sorceress dipped her brush in ink and started on the outline of her Focus Glyph. The stylized inverted triangle came to life with each confident stroke of her brush, the ink staining the parchment in the all too familiar pattern. Her work was smooth, though it lacked the breath taking ease of a true master of her art it still possessed an instinctual appearance. Like her hand rather than her mind knew what needed to be drawn.
The Focus was done quickly enough and from there the Sorceress moved on to the Barrier, a ring of smaller Glyphs being placed around the Focus. Each one of these were given the task of containing or holding, designed to make certain the magic within the Focus would not escape it so easily. She looked to have completely forgotten the outside world existed, her mind becoming engrossed in the Glyphs and their sequences. Her Barriers were simple really, just repeated patterns of stylized geometric shapes. Then again, the purpose of the Glyph itself was rather simple as well.
After this the woman halted, her thoughts turning inwards as she pondered the last Glyph. The Trigger required much more thought than the other Glyphs did, because the phrasing was very crucial. To vague and one might have a time bomb, if they attempted to get too specific it could twist and turn to create a loophole. One needed to watch the wording of their Trigger very, very carefully. After a few chimes Anna nodded to herself and started on the Trigger, it seemed like a fair enough Trigger all this considered.
When the following phrase is spoken by I, Annalisa Marin, the Trigger will activate and lower the Barrier, releasing the magic contained within the Focus.
-When air meets fire let the sparks of chaos fly.
Anna put her brush down and stood from her chair, looking over the scroll for any residual mistakes. Finding none she moved back from the workstation a bit, rolling her shoulders in preparation for magic use. It would be a simple thing she made today, a scroll with three spells contained within the Focus. Nothing fancy, just a quick little weapon she could whip out if the need presented itself rather than waste her Djed.
The sorceress focused within herself and found that tapestry that made up her very being, the weave of her Djed. She tugged upon the fabric and lightly pulled the threads loose, willing a purple translucent gas to rise from her body. The act would appear natural to any onlooker, as easy as breathing and requiring just as little focus. Though the amount was relatively small all things considered, Anna still felt that tingle of pleasure course its way up her spine.
She moved the gathered cloud of purple res outwards and upwards, splitting it into three distinctly separate clouds. No gestures were given as she enforced a transmutation upon the clouds as she willed them downwards towards the Focus, no incantations either. The only warning one would receive for what was about to happen would be the air around the clouds starting to crackle malevolently, purple sparks dancing in the air.
The clouds arced down, fully transmuting into three moderately sized streaks of purple lightning. They were only in view for a short time, before they entered the Focus and vanished from the world until they were ready for use. Anna felt good for the casting, a pulse of pleasure radiating down to her core. Using magic bred an almost primal and indescribable kind of pleasure in her, making it all the more addictive.
Her task accomplished the Sorceress moved to collect her scroll, placing it within a nearby scroll case. It would certainly provide a nasty surprise to whoever or whatever she used it against, the trio of lightning bolts being enough to reduce most to a rain of charred chunks upon the ground. Scrolls were handy things to possess in a pinch, increasing one's magical output potential massively. Such was the nature of wizards, always seeking more security and power.