The nuit was pulled from his thoughts as a raspy whisper reached his ear, and then some coughing. To add to the clamor of noise H2-A let out a bark or two until Rayage looked the animals way. When the homunculus had Rays attention it let out a whining noise and sniffed at the boy that was still coughing. ”Ah.” his voice penetrated through the silence left in the wake of the ruckus that Miros awakening caused, ”You are awake.” he said not moving from his spot, setting down his quill as he took up the glyphed spell once more.
”Welcome back to the waking world.” he said getting up, the chair screeching in protest as wood grinded against wooden floors at the nuits command. ”It probably hurts to move. Don’t worry, that is perfectly normal.” he tried to reassure the boy as he guessed at what ailed him based on his experience with leeching in the pre-valterrian ruins, ”It pained me to move too for a while after I was initiated.” he said, ”In fact, it was the greatest pain I’ve ever felt in all my years. That time was the only time I wished I was dead. So, I can imagine how you feel based on my own experience.”
Walking over the bed the nuit took the now warm rag off the boys forehead and placed it in the bucket of water beside the bed. Taking up the one sitting on the edge, the nuit squeezed it out a bit before applying it to his head. Yet nonetheless rebellious drops of water ran down the boys face, ”You are in a highly weakened state. One you will only partially recover from.” he told him, ”You are safe with me here. You are in the University Dormitories. My own to be exact. I’ve tried to keep you as comfortable as possible, and as safe as possible. H2-A has even been keeping you company.” the nuit said, the dog barking in response to his name.
”Now,” the nuit began pacing his own room, ”You are probably wondering what exactly I did to you. I gave you what you wanted.” he told him, ”I give you the gift of Leeching. I got this discipline of magic when Evalin and I explored some lost pre-valterrian ruins.” he said, smiling at the memories, ”She didn’t always prefer the bodies of little girls.” he chuckled, ”An enchanted device drained me dry, and then I spent countless days after that trying to figure out exactly what happened to me. Even when I recovered I felt different, unclean, my very being was changed.” he paused in his story, ”So,” he said skipping parts of his tale, ”I did to you what the device did to me in hopes of passing on my state of being.” he said, ”Leeching you see, is like an infection. It takes one leecher to make another, just like almost any kind of magic. Though, as you can feel, the initiation has brutal side effects. I advise you to try not to move for a while.” he said, ”Rest.” he said, ”And if you need food it will be brought to you, along with water, or perhaps you like ale or a touch of wine?” he pondered the boys liking, but decided against giving him alcohol not wanting to make him feel even worse with a hangover.
”As you felt, Leeching is the art of taking djed from alternate sources, mainly preconceived glyphs and other wizards.” he said ‘wizards’ with a tone of delight in his voice, ”The Leecher may then use the stolen djed to cast with. Though one may find the quality of the spell using stolen djed to decline. To be safe I wouldn’t try any ‘highly spirited’” he said using Miros own definition of his own casting of magic, ”Spell-work.” he finished the sentence. ”Stick with the basics unless you have absolutely have to. Fortune and a good mind at your side will mean that you will never be pushed to the utter breaking point.” he said.
”In my studies I have found that Leeching was a way to get around overgiving. The Leechers would use the leeched energies to supplement the loss of their own djed. In other words, using leeching as a last resort. In my studies I have found that most wizards are indeed fools.” he laid the ultimatum down for the younger mage, ”I do not encourage this kind of magic use. Instead I offer a smarter alternative. Use Leeching as much as you can and for as much as you can. Instead of wasting your own djed on magic, use the power so kindly given to you and sap alternate sources!” he said, ”Use the environment, use other people, use glyphs, use everything but yourself first, and if the situation calls for it then use some of your own djed for your own magic.”
The nuit paused and looked at Miro, ”Are you following me?” he asked, noticing once again that the boys eyes had changed color. A very interesting trait indeed. Though mostly with the question he wasn’t looking for a response so to say, but acknowledgement through the eyes. There was a certain light that a teacher could recognize in his students eyes when they were actively following the subject and not daydreaming or thinking of things elsewhere. Content he continued on with his fast paced lecture, ”There are two different ways a Leecher can leech. One can open their body to the environment around them and leech energy that way, though it wont give the wizard a noticeable boost unless it has been active for quite some time… That is indirect leeching, or environmental leeching. The next form is direct leeching and it involves taking djed from specific targets, mainly glyphs, and other wizards. One can leech normal people too. In fact, the leecher can leech anything which has djed. I encourage experimentation.”
The Professor held up the glyph that he had made earlier with Miros glyphing supplies, ”Remember this?’ he asked, ”I am going to leech its energy.” he said, placing a hand onto the glyph itself, ”To leech one must envision the actual taking of the djed into himself. It is easiest to picture, for me at least, yourself and your target as two different djed sources. Each different source is a different color. Let’s say red and blue. The Leecher is red and the glyphs djed is blue. Then picture where red touches blue and slowly red takes command of blue. Like an invasion of sorts.” he tried to explain the process as he went about it himself, ”blue turns into red, and now red has command over the newly converted djed. Picture the now red djed being ripped from the blue source and joining into the red djed source.” he said mentally picturing and doing the process, slowly he felt the trickle of energy come into him, ”Keep on taking djed until there is no more to take…” he took all the djed from the glyph, ”then you may cast with it.” he said, simply releasing the energy within him, not purposing it, but rather just letting it out. He did not want to keep it in him for long. ”It’s that simple.” he said the paper crumbling in his grasp as the glyph was forcefully activated via leeching.
”Welcome back to the waking world.” he said getting up, the chair screeching in protest as wood grinded against wooden floors at the nuits command. ”It probably hurts to move. Don’t worry, that is perfectly normal.” he tried to reassure the boy as he guessed at what ailed him based on his experience with leeching in the pre-valterrian ruins, ”It pained me to move too for a while after I was initiated.” he said, ”In fact, it was the greatest pain I’ve ever felt in all my years. That time was the only time I wished I was dead. So, I can imagine how you feel based on my own experience.”
Walking over the bed the nuit took the now warm rag off the boys forehead and placed it in the bucket of water beside the bed. Taking up the one sitting on the edge, the nuit squeezed it out a bit before applying it to his head. Yet nonetheless rebellious drops of water ran down the boys face, ”You are in a highly weakened state. One you will only partially recover from.” he told him, ”You are safe with me here. You are in the University Dormitories. My own to be exact. I’ve tried to keep you as comfortable as possible, and as safe as possible. H2-A has even been keeping you company.” the nuit said, the dog barking in response to his name.
”Now,” the nuit began pacing his own room, ”You are probably wondering what exactly I did to you. I gave you what you wanted.” he told him, ”I give you the gift of Leeching. I got this discipline of magic when Evalin and I explored some lost pre-valterrian ruins.” he said, smiling at the memories, ”She didn’t always prefer the bodies of little girls.” he chuckled, ”An enchanted device drained me dry, and then I spent countless days after that trying to figure out exactly what happened to me. Even when I recovered I felt different, unclean, my very being was changed.” he paused in his story, ”So,” he said skipping parts of his tale, ”I did to you what the device did to me in hopes of passing on my state of being.” he said, ”Leeching you see, is like an infection. It takes one leecher to make another, just like almost any kind of magic. Though, as you can feel, the initiation has brutal side effects. I advise you to try not to move for a while.” he said, ”Rest.” he said, ”And if you need food it will be brought to you, along with water, or perhaps you like ale or a touch of wine?” he pondered the boys liking, but decided against giving him alcohol not wanting to make him feel even worse with a hangover.
”As you felt, Leeching is the art of taking djed from alternate sources, mainly preconceived glyphs and other wizards.” he said ‘wizards’ with a tone of delight in his voice, ”The Leecher may then use the stolen djed to cast with. Though one may find the quality of the spell using stolen djed to decline. To be safe I wouldn’t try any ‘highly spirited’” he said using Miros own definition of his own casting of magic, ”Spell-work.” he finished the sentence. ”Stick with the basics unless you have absolutely have to. Fortune and a good mind at your side will mean that you will never be pushed to the utter breaking point.” he said.
”In my studies I have found that Leeching was a way to get around overgiving. The Leechers would use the leeched energies to supplement the loss of their own djed. In other words, using leeching as a last resort. In my studies I have found that most wizards are indeed fools.” he laid the ultimatum down for the younger mage, ”I do not encourage this kind of magic use. Instead I offer a smarter alternative. Use Leeching as much as you can and for as much as you can. Instead of wasting your own djed on magic, use the power so kindly given to you and sap alternate sources!” he said, ”Use the environment, use other people, use glyphs, use everything but yourself first, and if the situation calls for it then use some of your own djed for your own magic.”
The nuit paused and looked at Miro, ”Are you following me?” he asked, noticing once again that the boys eyes had changed color. A very interesting trait indeed. Though mostly with the question he wasn’t looking for a response so to say, but acknowledgement through the eyes. There was a certain light that a teacher could recognize in his students eyes when they were actively following the subject and not daydreaming or thinking of things elsewhere. Content he continued on with his fast paced lecture, ”There are two different ways a Leecher can leech. One can open their body to the environment around them and leech energy that way, though it wont give the wizard a noticeable boost unless it has been active for quite some time… That is indirect leeching, or environmental leeching. The next form is direct leeching and it involves taking djed from specific targets, mainly glyphs, and other wizards. One can leech normal people too. In fact, the leecher can leech anything which has djed. I encourage experimentation.”
The Professor held up the glyph that he had made earlier with Miros glyphing supplies, ”Remember this?’ he asked, ”I am going to leech its energy.” he said, placing a hand onto the glyph itself, ”To leech one must envision the actual taking of the djed into himself. It is easiest to picture, for me at least, yourself and your target as two different djed sources. Each different source is a different color. Let’s say red and blue. The Leecher is red and the glyphs djed is blue. Then picture where red touches blue and slowly red takes command of blue. Like an invasion of sorts.” he tried to explain the process as he went about it himself, ”blue turns into red, and now red has command over the newly converted djed. Picture the now red djed being ripped from the blue source and joining into the red djed source.” he said mentally picturing and doing the process, slowly he felt the trickle of energy come into him, ”Keep on taking djed until there is no more to take…” he took all the djed from the glyph, ”then you may cast with it.” he said, simply releasing the energy within him, not purposing it, but rather just letting it out. He did not want to keep it in him for long. ”It’s that simple.” he said the paper crumbling in his grasp as the glyph was forcefully activated via leeching.
