[Joris' Apartment]Of Scrolls and Ghostly Limbs

by **Joris Mevelk** on March 15th, 2014, 9:09 pm

11th of Spring, 514 AV

The apartment was no grand affair, no ostentatious or elegant thing and in fact appeared rather unremarkable all things considered. It was large enough that it suited the purposes of its owner, a good living space for one to relax or study in after long days. In fact, other than to sleep or eat it was only used for rigorous training in the strange arts of the arcane. It was late and Leth was looming over the sky above and sending his pale glow down to the world below, so the owner of this particular apartment was very much at home and making use of it.

Joris Mevelk, Mage Knight of Syliras, sat hunched over the single table the apartment possessed and staring down at the sheet of parchment before him. He’d attempted what he was about to attempt a number of times, and each time had ended in a bit of soreness in the past. The use of Glyphs to create an arcane scroll, something that could record and store magical effects. The man himself was hardly a master of the art of Glyphing, but he knew his Glyphs well enough to be considered fair at them. Ever learning and training his mind, that was the key to success in the world of the arcane.

The young knight was dressed in his civilian clothing, the sliver sword pin that denoted his rank of Knight gleaming prominently on the collar of his cloak. His short dark hair was a messy display, looking rather like he had just crawled out of bed and was contrasted by his well-kept and trimmed goatee. He hardly looked that part of a knight in physical appearance, being rather scrawny and tall though his magic made up for that. Joris had a fair grasp on Djed manipulation, hence why he was accepted as a Mage-Knight of the Order as well as his unyielding loyalty to Sylir and Syliras.

Dark eyes scanned the parchment, he knew the properties of a scroll it was just that he had never actually made a functional one. His had all been failures, which had left him rather sore after tugging at his Astral Body in such a way. He didn’t want to think about the consequences of using such a thing on a non-projectionist, likely it would cause irreparable damage to the Astral. Joris was hoping that the scroll could properly record the process and function this time.

The tall man dipped his tiny brush in ink and started on the Focus Glyph, the most basic of the Glyphs used in the alphabet of magic. His movements and strokes were very careful and controlled; his face a mask of concentration as his brush bled the ink onto the parchment. His Focus took the shape of a swirling vortex like circle, almost like a whirlpool if it possessed defined boundaries. He was obviously taking his time and being very careful in the overall process of making this scroll, his movements those of one who would much rather not mess up on this.

The Focus was completed in a few chimes which meant it was time for him to start on his Barrier around the Focus. He dipped his brush in ink once more as he began work on the protective Barrier, his brush teasing at the parchment as it moved. His Barriers took the shape of a pair of curving lines that appeared to twist and twine around each other, coiling together as they formed a ring of sorts around the Focus. Glyphs looked different for each wizard and Joris’ Glyphs often took simplistic forms all things considered.

He was doing well on the first curving line, however as he was in the middle of the other part of the Barrier his brush accidently streaked and bled the line into the Focus itself. This essentially ruined his work up to this point, destroying the defined boundaries between Focus and Barrier and making bother useless for all intents and purposes. Joris gritted his teeth and hissed in irritation at the sight, knowing full well that the tiny mistake would make the scroll he had been making completely unusable.

“Petching little shyke, that’s just fantastic.” The man groused as he tossed the useless parchment aside and ran his free hand over his face.

Glyphing was not overly dangerous; however it could very well be a highly stressful discipline of magic as mistakes could not be afforded in the creation process. His little mishap meant that he would need to start all over again from the beginning, which was beyond infuriating for any wizard worth their salt. It was a waste of parchment and ink as well, and wasting things was something the born and raised Sunberther hated to do. Still, no use crying over spilt milk, it just meant he needed to try again from the top.

by **Joris Mevelk** on May 11th, 2014, 8:29 am

As before the Mage Knight took a great deal of time in actually drawing the Glyphs, careful to get them exactly as he needed and drawing them with confidence as he was able. The Focus was first, his small brush moving in the patterns of a swirling vortex as was the norm for his Foci. The young mage’s face was a mask of concentration as he worked at the worldly magic, though one would note he appeared more animated and alive as he worked than normal. It was clear that the Mage Knight enjoyed practicing his craft whenever he could and thus understanding it better.

His hands moved the brush in the necessary pattern, his Focus taking shape and then finally being finished easily enough. Next he started on the Barrier, this time taking especial care upon the Glyph and making certain not to compromise its integrity as he had last time. The dark haired man’s brush moved to form a pattern of two twining lines that ducked and spiral around each other like a pair of coiling snakes around it. This time he did not make the same mistake and the Barrier was formed exactly as he had intended and the Mage Knight smiled at the completed Glyph.

Next came the more difficult and tricky part, defining the Trigger conditions for the scroll to be activated and allowed to function as the man properly intended it to work. Joris first form the shape of a rough treelike shape, the roots planted into the Barrier and the limbs arching out around it. It was incredible simplistic looking artistically speaking but it was functional as far as scrolls went, Glyphs could take on any number of forms after all. What was important as the skill and confidence of the one who made them, as well as the magic they intended to place within them.

Joris placed his brush in the inkwell, moving his hand up to stroke his chin as he pondered over the Trigger wording. The young Mage Knight was thinking of a verbal trigger, which was all fine and good but the question then was in what language should it be? Common ran the risk of being spoken openly within the confines of Syliras where Nader-Canoch was a language spoken by few beyond wizards and even then they rarely used it aloud in common conversation. That was mostly stemmed from the fact that few did indeed speak it so there was no purpose to using it for communication reasons.

When the word “Yomi”, it spoken the Trigger will lower the Barrier and release the magic within the Focus.

Joris wrote out this as his Trigger condition, nodding to himself at choosing the word in the Ancient Tongue and pleased at his decision. The man then gave the scroll another look over to see if he could see any flaws he had not noticed at first glance. The Mage Knight’s dark eyes scanned the parchment up and down and found nothing overly alarming to get in a fuss over. The tall man then sat further back in his chair, a sigh escaping his lips as he rolled his shoulders in slight discomfort. Staying in one position for so long had a way of taking a bit out of a person after all.

Now that this task was finally done he would need to actually start Glyphing one of his arms in order to provide a spell to charge the scroll properly. Projection was not exactly something he could use to store in the scroll in a conventional sense, rather he would need to record the function he desired within it. A similar task, causing it to remember what was needed and it should very well work in theory so it was something he was eager to begin to test.

by **Joris Mevelk** on May 11th, 2014, 8:30 am

Joris rolled up the sleeve of his right arm, pulling it up to just above his elbow and once that task was done he flexed and clenched his fingers into a fist once or twice. As he did this he dipped his brush in ink once again and spread his hand out, opening his palm to the brush so that he could begin his Glyphing upon his body to assist in his projection. The Mage Knight breathed deeply once or twice before his mask of concentration fell over his expression again, his lips setting in a tight line and his eyes narrowed in scrutinizing of the work.

The first thing he did was slowly draw out a large swirling vortex upon his palm, a large Focus Glyph to channel his magic. The brush tickled at his flesh and it was slightly distracting but nothing to get in too much of a fuss over. The tall man merely stuck his tongue into his cheek as he worked upon the Focus, dark eyes looking over it as it was formed to make note of any flaws in his placement of the creation. Once it was finished Joris merely started upon another Focus further up his hand, this time forming tiny swirling Focus’ upon his joints. He would need to channel as much as he possibly could to make the detachment process smoother.

His brush worked the Glyphs to spiral up his fingers, forming arcane patterns across his open hand before being placed upon the back of it. The Mage Knight then would start to draw further Focus Glyphs further downwards towards his wrist and the further down to his upper arm. The ink stained upon his flesh the arcane symbols, his tongue darting out to moisten his lips as he worked. It was clear that at this point he had been utterly absorbed into his crafting of the Glyphs, a true mage through and through without a doubt.

Finally Joris placed a Focus upon the joints of his elbow, finishing up the Glyphing of his arm and hopefully making the task of detachment that much easier. The dark haired man moved his arm experimentally, admiring his handiwork with a fair bit of satisfaction and pride. He loved the sight of completed Glyphs, especially ones he himself had completed as they echoed with them his success as a Glypher. The Mage Knight let out a sigh, placing the brush back where it belonged and flexing his fingers once more.

The tall man moved his Glyphed arm over the Focus of his scroll, moving his other non-Glyphed hand upon his thigh in preparation of his casting. The fingers of his left hand started drumming upon his thigh to provide gestures, a thing to further focus upon at he was going to cast. Anything in his favor was something the Mage Knight was willing to take; it was only as he had been instructed of course. The tall man would then focus within himself upon those strands of his Djed, plucking upon them and willing them to affect change within him.

Through his Djed the tall man grasped the tapestry of his Astral Body, specifically the areas that now more Glyphs upon them. This accomplished he slowly and carefully willed this part of his Astral body to unravel, starting with the largest joints and moving outwards in a Detachment process. This was the lengthier of the two ways available to a Projectionist; the other was quicker but far more dangerous as it involved tearing at one’s own soul to work the magic. This way might be a bit slower but Joris would trade speed for safety any day of the week.

The Glyphs served their purpose as they made the process of the Detachment that much more smooth and easy; already Joris could feel his physical arm becoming number as the ethereal limb was brought into existence. Finally after a couple more chimes the limb rose up from his physical body, the actual limb falling upon the scroll as the projected limb moved about and Joris experimentally flexed his ghostly and unseen fingers. The casting was fueled through his Djed, the vital energy moving along the Astral pathways of his limb to allow it to function.

To fully record the function the Mage Knight willed this newly projected limb to move forward a few arm lengths away from him slowly, recording the action upon the scroll. In order to get his projected limb to move the man sent signals along the thing, carried by his Djed and as the movement was fueled by it. The tall man’s face was a mask of the purest concentration as he worked his magic, the fingers of his active hand still drumming away to give him something to Focus upon as the casting continued.

Once this function he had set out to accomplish was finished the man willed the projected limb to return to his physical arm, slowly and carefully fitting it back into place. Once more the Glyphs aided in this process, the Attachment process being pretty much just the opposite of the Detachment process. This time he started from the extremities and worked his way inwards towards the joints, raveling his Astral back in place. The action was lengthy of course, but once it was done the Mage Knight regained control of his hand once more and flexed it experimentally. Now it was time to find out if his little experiment would bear fruit or not.

by **Joris Mevelk** on May 11th, 2014, 8:31 am

Joris picked up the scroll with his other arm as he continued to flex and work his freshly reattached arm, examining it as it did not exactly look changed. Then again he had not been expecting an outward change from what he had started with, as long as the scroll functioned as expected the tall man would be pleased with the progress upon the item. Something that could remove the amount of Focus needed for detachment and reattachment would be something that would be extremely useful as an augment to the young mage knight.

Once he had finished his stretched and readjusting of his freshly reattached limb the tall man pointed it outwards in roughly the same position it had been in before. This done Joris used his other hand to point the scroll towards his own body, feeling a little nervous about doing this kind of thing as everything that could possibly go wrong ran through his thoughts. He swallowed visibly before exhaling and allowing himself to calm, this was all part of growing as a wizard. The Mage Knight needed to experiment in order to learn properly the extent of his talents.

“Yomi.” The man spoke simply.

The scroll in his hands immediately reacted to the words, the Trigger lowering the Barrier and the Focus releasing what had been recorded upon it. Immediately Joris could feel his Astral around the arm he had used previously begin to unravel slowly and safely, drawing a grin from him as it showcased a pleasing success. The Detachment he had recorded preformed exactly as he had done it previously, his arm beginning to numb once more and his Astral unraveling. It was not long until the limb physically dropped to the table and his ethereal limb was fully Detached.

However something he had not expected occurred, not only did the scroll dissolve in his fingers and flit to the floor but his Astral limb did nothing else. It simple remained waiting for his commands to be sent out along it, which told Joris something truly fascinating. That the scroll could record the function of detaching however beyond that it was impossible to further record his Projection. At least not with his current knowledge of Glyphing, which was something that caused him to start to immediately theorize and ponder over this.

The tall man moved his Astral limb around through the air experimentally, pulses of Djed being sent along his Astral pathways to signal the limb to move outwards. It functioned the same way as it would have as if he himself had Detached it, requiring the same concentration as the normal limb might. However it had required now effort from him to Detach, meaning that this scroll took out one part of the process from the equation which could very well be crucial under fire. This brought up all sorts of possibilities that Joris was certain would require field testing, which he was eager for at a later date.

The man brought his ethereal limb back closer to the physical limb, already moving it into the safer method of Attachment of starting from the extremities and moving inwards towards the joints. The Mage Knight had a disturbing thought at he placed his Astral back to where it belonged. A non-projectionist could not control their Astral, so what if that scroll was used to force a detachment from them? It was a chilling thought to consider and he shuddered to think of that power used upon innocents, it was a cruel fate to be so crippled.

by **Joris Mevelk** on May 11th, 2014, 8:54 am

Joris flexed his fingers as his Astral was pulled back into place, the casting euphoria buzzing pleasantly in his skull from the Projection, rotating his wrists to get a feel for them being back in place before taking up a fresh sheet of parchment. He dipped his brush in ink and immediately started upon a Focus in the center, a swirling Vortex being formed from his brush. He worked as diligently and carefully as he had before, making certain not to make any mistakes in the creation of his Focus Glyph. The tall man stuck his tongue in his cheek as he worked, dark eyes following his work and observing the symbol as it was created.

The Mage Knight wanted a spare scroll for future uses; one never knew when having such a thing might come in handy for either personal use or more darkly for defense. The Focus was finished up nicely and from here Joris continued onto the Barrier around it, the two twining lines encircling around each other like twin snakes. As before he took more time upon the barrier to ensure that he did not mess up on the design and compromise the sigil as a whole. He was utterly focused upon the task at hand, giving it his full attention and becoming utterly absorbed as was the norm.

His task completed, Joris next started on a treelike design outside of the Barrier, the roots sticking into the Barrier Glyph itself. The limbs of the simplistic tree reached outwards to the space around them, the symbol that made up his Trigger Glyph. Unlike before Joris did not need to think overly long upon his Trigger phrasing as he simply opted to use the same one he had before. It served the same function so there was no reason not to simply recycle it.

When the word, “Yomi,” it spoken, the Trigger will activate and lower the Barrier to release the magic within the Focus.

This task accomplished Joris set aside his brush and, after a brief glance over his scroll, raised his Glyphed arm over the scroll. Again the tall man started setting his free hand tapping away at his thigh, his gesture to ensure focus was kept upon the task to come. The tall man seized control of the strands of his Djed, plucking away at them as he commanded his Astral body to slowly unravel around his Glyphed arm. As he worked the task Joris could feel the casting euphoria begin to actually set in, a thrill of pleasure running down his spine as he willed the action to take place.

Slowly but surely the ethereal limb began to come loose around his arm, having started from the larger joints and travelling outwards to make sure it was as safe as possible. The tall man could feel his physical arm begin to grow numb as he worked his magic to remove a part of his very soul from his body. After a few more chimes the process was complete and his physical limb fell over the scroll, his ethereal limb being what he controlled now. A few pulses of Djed were sent up along the pathways along the limb, signals sent to move his fingers and rotate his incorporeal wrist.

After another chime the man figured the task had been recorded and almost regretfully moved his Astral limb to be attached. The limb was put back into place slowly and very carefully, starting with the outer regions and moving inwards towards the joints as per the norm for the process. Feeling started to return to his arm, the raveling of his Astral working and becoming more attuned with his physical body once more. Soon enough the projected limb was locked back into place and Joris had full control over his body once more.

The tall man started exercising his limb once again to resynchronize the whole thing with being functional once again. As he did he stood from his chair and stared down at the scroll, pondering over exactly what it would be worth to him. It was an edge; the ability to get out his Astral without having to focus upon the process itself and that was certainly worth much to a projectionist. Of course, it was also a possible weapon and a means to handle and cripple a non-projectionist opponent. That was not his first use in mind for it, but Joris knew that it was often better to be prepared for all situations. Regardless of how unpleasant they seemed.

by **Radiant** on May 11th, 2014, 3:08 pm

Joris :

Notes :

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.

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+4 XP
Glyphing	+5 XP
Drawing	+4 XP
Calligraphy	+4 XP
Projection	+3 XP
Endurance	+1 XP

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