5th of Winter, 513AV The sun was just beginning to set over the lake-city of Ravok, the light spilling onto the surface of the water, painting it with its luminous glare. Venser would stand there, just staring out into the flowing river leading to the lake that the city was built upon, his eyes narrowed from the brightness, though there was beauty in it. Settled with arms on the handle of one of the bridges that connected the city of Ravok, Venser took place there in order to think after a day of study. The moving water reminded him of the djed pathways flowing through the young man's bodies, the pathways existing in his system, the river, pulling the water through the city, his body. With the power of manifestation, its potential was both fearsome and majestic at the same time, the lake was the outside of the body, the djed flowing outward from the body, into it in the rare case of a Leecher, and each had a communal relationship with one another. Without the circumstance necessary to breed a need, magic was of little use, and without the djed to channel the workings of the mystical, the world was mundane and unchanging. Venser considered the relationship, the way magic impacted the world, but in retrospect, his own understanding of both was lacking. The world to him was Ravok, the city the only one he had ever seen, the river the only flowing, narrow body of water of its kind that he had ever seen. Magic was like a lover to him, mysterious, enticing, an enigma of the most attractive sort. So far, the man had only been able to study the way of the Flux, from which his understanding of djed had stemmed, and Malediction, where the true nature of change and a deep love for the God Harameus, had spawned. The art form, giving power and purpose to that which the dead had left behind and the living feared to become, was truly incredible. His thoughts would ramble off as the young Maledicter continued to stare into the water, putting most of his weight upon the wooden bar, waterlogged and rotten in places from exposure to the elements. He failed to notice as the wood bent beneath his weight, leaning forward, watching the change of light upon the water, the ever altering glare, and admiring the flow of the water, reminded again of the magical before the structure broke entirely from his weight. It took him utterly by surprise, Venser being of the lighter sort, and thus unused to being the source of weight that could "crush" something. "Ahhhhh!" he'd yell out, his arms flailing out in vain as he sought to grip the remaining wood, Venser falling into the river. He would flail madly in the water, the beauty of which was now utterly lost on him as he struggled to keep himself afloat, his legs kicking out frantically, though his descent into the water was inevitable, the young man unable to come to a horizontal position to float himself. |