Timestamp: 9th of Summer
It was only the tenth bell and Kynier was already home for the day. He had already gone to The Majestic for a new task, but Doler never answered. Eventually Kynier had grown impatient and decided that the day would be his own. From there he had gone to the Commons and picked up supplies. Numerous blank pieces of parchment and more ink. A rudimentary aspect of magic that he needed to better understand, glyphing, was his objective. While he had an understanding of the foundation of that particular magic Kynier still hadn’t really managed to make it work. If it took all summer, then so be it.
As Kynier cleared the map of Sunberth from his table and set up his station he ran through a bit of what Bourin had told him years ago. Glyphing is no longer a widely practiced art of magic, but has an unlimited value to a wizard. It is primarily to augment the other schools, and in the early stages it’s very useful for learning to channel Djed better. Kynier sat down and opened the ink bottle. After a moment of meditation he searched within himself to find his Djed. Once he found it he drew on it to form a liquid res in his hand. Kynier rubbed the tips of his fingers together to get a few drips into the ink. Using his pen he stirred it thoroughly so that the ink would be imbued with his power.
Deciding to start with something fairly simple, Kynier began drawing a focus in the center of the parchment. The spell would be a ball of fire, reimancy. The glyph for Vaknui, fire, was eloquent but tricky. Unlike Adra, water, its wavy, circular patterns were more aggressive looking. Kynier made slow, methodical scratches on the parchment. A spell’s djed needed to follow a particular flow and if it was illustrated incorrectly it would become volatile. After ten chimes he was finished with the focus. Next he worked on the barrier segment of his sigil. Without it the fire would not be contained. Bourin told him that the last thing any mage wants is the backlash of their own reimancy. Because the thing that would most likely kill a mage is their own power.
The barrier itself comprised of several glyphs surrounding the focus. Any cracks in the barrier would cause misfires or other malfunctions. Once Kynier completed that he looked it over thoroughly to make sure it completely enclosed the focus. All that was left was to assign a trigger word once the spell was stored. Bourin once told him that the triggers needed to be as unique as possible to avoid accidental discharge. Also to that was someone else would be less likely to set it off on their terms. While using the ancient tongue for the trigger word felt like a good idea, Kynier preferred to take a simply route in this regard. He worked on a rune of his own design while thinking of a single word. Etingi.
Setting the pen in the ink well he waited for a chime to allow the ink to dry. Afterwards he lifted the scroll gently and walked over to the wash basin. Setting it down on the bottom he looked down at the empty bucket next to the basin. Kynier picked it up and went out to get some water. If this didn’t go well it would need to be handled immediately.
Once he was back he set the full bucket on the floor next to him. Kynier closed his eyes and raised his hands up in front of him. Reaching for mental tranquility he found his djed. It extruded from his hands in a gaseous state. Holding onto that peace he thought of fire and tried to project that onto the res. The muscles in his arm started to spasm before the gas turned ablaze. Kynier directed it at the scroll in the wash basin, half expecting the flames to curl up the side and incinerate the parchment. Instead it was like watching water flow down a pipe. The flames curled inward to the center of the focus as the ink began to glow a fiery orange. When the last of the flames were gone Kynier was able to watch the glow spread throughout the focus. He had done it!
Word Count: 726
