Solo [Gug Andjak]Rock, Stone, and Gem

[Clyde Sullins]

70 Winter 513 Clyde had some free time before his judgement. He had finished his Magecrafting, finished enchanting his staff, and still had two hands of days before he could show his work and make strides in rising in rank on the undead isle. He had nothing better to do than to try and learn something new. And since he could not yet enter the libraries of Sahova, that meant wandering about amongst the common labs. Perhaps he would find an interesting experiment. Or perhaps he would find a mage working their craft of which he could learn. And so on this day he found himself walking amongst the common labs, his newly enchanted staff in hand, familiarizing himself with it as he had done over years with his old staff. On this day most of the labs seemed oddly silent. He could hear his breathing as he exhaled, could hear the *TAP... TAP... TAP...* every few paces as his staff struck the ground. He paused for a moment to look at it, picked it up and glanced at the bottom that constantly rested on or struck the ground. On his old staff the bottom had become rounded from use, rubbed raw and smooth and without edge by the many surfaces it had come into contact with. Along with that had been a layer of dirt and grime and other yuck and filth which accumulated over time. However as he gazed at his newly enchanted staff, it was without imperfection or even the slightest marking. In fact, it seemed to almost repel the dirt and uncleanness of the ground, and still had the same polish and clean finish without marking as when it had first been carved in Ravok. It still had the same soft blue skin as then, but was perhaps more unmoving, more solid, due to his magics cast upon it. When he compared it to his old staff, it was clearly very different. His old staff had been used for years, was a old friend he had kept by him for as long as he could recall. It had been carved by his "father" who was not the best at carving, but who had spent much time to make it for him. It also had many markings. Smoothed spots from his rubbing his hands on its surface many a time over the years. A familiar feeling. Cuts from where a Zith had tried to claw at him, and had marred the clean surface of the wood. Clearly Clyde had a strong emotional attachment to his old staff, and would not discard it even if he had a newer much better staff. But still he needed to familiarize himself with his new staff, and so carried it around with him on this day. He stroked his hand up its length once, feeling its foreign grain and texture, so different from the staff that he had held for so many years. As he looked up he found himself in a lab he had never been in before. It was a odd one, with a large metal ring on the floor big enough that Clyde could stand inside of it, along with several shelves full of odd things. What could this lab be for?

[Clyde Sullins]

For a moment the odd ring reminded Clyde of other world magics he had seen. Summoning, animation, both used circles as a base. This one seemed to have taken it more literally, being made up of a giant metal circle, or ring. As he looked closer though he also noticed other details. It seemed like it was wrapped in d-wire, a long strip of it winding and coiling all the way around the circumference of the metal ring. Clyde only knew of D-wire due to his own work in Glyphing and Magecrafting, particularly that of crafting a Magic Staff like the one he know held. Being as scientific as possible in his examination Clyde did the only logical next thing. He poked it with a stick. Of course, said stick was a powerful object imbued with great magic's, and so perhaps this did make poking it with said magic stick more scientific than a mundane stick. But he was somewhat disappointed to see that poking it with Cha had no effect. But considering how tough his staff was, it could take much more danger than he himself could. So it made more sense to use his staff as a poker than say his own fingers or hand. Taking Cha away from contact with the D-wire wrapped ring, Clyde gave it one final look over. He did now notice one final detail, that of a pair of odd stones affixed to the ring, parallel to each other. But beyond the fact that the stones clearly had some importance, and that there was some deeper meaning to the stones being fixed to the metal ring directly opposite of each other, Clyde could glean no further information from the ring. That left him with investigating the rest of the room, perhaps in hopes of finding out something of interest. As he looked over the nearest shelf random objects seemed to be placed on it. A large hunk of iron was set on one shelf. Next to it was a piece of some indeterminate wood, of a variety Clyde could not name. Next to that was... A bloodstain? That seemed odd. Clearly something had been there and it had bled out. But what magics could be at work that would utilize such objects? Why would someone want a piece of metal, and a piece of wood, and something once alive? What kind of magic could this be used for? Looking about once more, Clyde inspected the next row up on the shelf. This one seemed populated mainly by rocks. Various types of rocks. Each of these was set upon a piece of paper, with the name of the object written upon it.

[Clyde Sullins]

The first one was labeled "marble", and looked like it was a piece that had been broken off of something bigger. It had odd streaks and lines throughout it, like the lines on a leaf, along with some of a different color. However these seemed natural to the stone, not like it was cracks or fissures in the rock. Clyde picked it up to feel its weight and heft, and could tell it was solid enough. The next in the line was "quartz". However it looked somewhat see through, almost clear, however by looking at it Clyde could see it was a stone. Clyde had never really thought before about different sorts of stone or earth. It had a much more sheer appearance than the marble, with clearly defined and sharp edges. Clyde also picked up this stone and felt its heft, before going to the next one. The next item was a small chest. Clyde cracked the lid open, and saw light spill out from it. As he opened the chest further, the light inside mingled with the light of the room, and made it seem dimmer. However the light was clearly coming from inside of the chest, from the small milky white stone inside. This one was labeled "opalgloam", and had a marking next to it in smaller text which said "phosporous rock- glows". Clyde was not sure what this was about, or meant, but clearly this was a stone called opalgloam, one which was able to glow and shine like a light. A dim light, but a light nevertheless. Several thoughts ran through Clyde's mind at once, one of which had to do with Magecrafting. If he could use this odd stone that glowed as a source of behavior, and then reinforced said behavior with a step of Magecrafting, he could make a perpetually glowing item/light! Clyde had been trying for some time to think of a good way to make a magic light. It seemed he had struck upon one. Certainly a much better option than using fire Reimancy or some other method. Perhaps this trip had been more useful than Clyde had expected it to be. Another thought however crossed Clyde's mind. He had created stone before with his Reimancy. Usually it was some indeterminate kind of stone, of a brownish or gray hue, solid, useful. But perhaps he could also make other kinds of stone. If these where all stone, why could he not also make them with Reimancy? Why could he not make a piece of quartz stone instead of a chunk of rock? It might even make a better surface for use in his newly created Reimancer's cube than normal stone, due to its naturally smooth surface...

[Clyde Sullins]

Once more Clyde delved into his Aura vision. After all if he was going to recreate the quartz he would need to understand it much more than just its surface appearance. With staff in hand Clyde focused on the thought of emptiness, of emptying his mind but for thoughts of the stone before him, and on breathing. After the second exhale he willed his djed to activate, and thrust forward with his aura sight. As it passed from him a odd sensation appeared for a moment, as it extended out past his extended hand. It was like a small reverberation was sent off as his focus passed his staff. For a moment the staff shone in his aura vision, and then it flickered out as he focused forward on the quartz stone. Odd. Immediately he felt its surface expressions. Its hard smooth surface. Its density and makeup. Clear and uniform throughout, all coming from a single source of quartz at some point. As his focus rolled forward and out of him at the quartz stone another reverberation bounced off the staff in his hand, and a image of it flickered in his mind overlaying the quartz. Letting out a sigh Clyde decided to focus on both, and used his will to pull apart the two overlay-ed images. Clyde knew that a Magic Staff was a conduit for a mages personal magic, but this was not exactly what he had expected. Perhaps though it was simply easier to focus on the staff than it was the quartz, it being naturally magically conductive. However it was not exactly as it was when he had examined the staff by itself, let alone as it had been before the Magecrafting was completed. Back then, the staff had been accompanied by a low hum, one which grew in intensity when he was actively adding new djed to the staff. However once he had completed the staff, the hum had stopped. Perhaps because the magic of the staff had solidified and become permanent. Perhaps only the liquid and active magics of Magecrafting caused the hum. However right now Clyde could hear a low hum coming off from his left, but being heard on his right. Or at least, that was the best way Clyde could explain the sensation. Clyde felt out for the source of the sound, along with the source of the hearing, but could only make out one. The source of the hearing was coming from... The staff? This made even less sense. Clyde paused for a moment, and recalled what he was doing, examining the stone. Attempting to recreate it. That was his goal. Not to understand this sound or other such things. Perhaps later, but not now. Next Clyde needed to exude some res, so that he could then transmute it into stone. The quartz stone to the precise. Willing the res to manifest from his right hand, the same hand that was holding his staff, a small puff of res began to issue forth. As he did, Clyde once more heard the hum of magic on the air coming from the left, and heard from the staff. However this hum was slightly different than the hum he had heard earlier. Before he had been using Auristics to examine the stone, and his staff had heard one hum. Now he was using Reimancy, and through his staff he heard another hum. Only one thing made sense... Clyde was hearing his own magic.

[Clyde Sullins]

Never before had Clyde sensed or heard his own magics. He could sense it inside of things once he was done, such as sensing his own unique trace and residue inside of his Magecrafting creations... But when he was actively using personal magic, he had never once heard or sensed anything via Auristics. But then, he had also never looked at his own aura emanations. The idea seemed odd, like a dog trying to turn about and inspect its own tail. Of course, if his staff was reacting to his magics and carrying along some of it, along with opening itself to his magics... Perhaps the reason he was sensing his own magical emanations was because he was seeing his aura from a different viewpoint, that of the staff itself. And as his other magics brushed across the surface of the staff, it was leaving a echo similar to when foreign magics brushed across Clyde's own aura. Clearly at some level Clyde had not embraced the staff, and was feeling it like a separate entity rather than a part of himself. Which meant that if Clyde could embrace it more so as a part of himself, he could truly integrate it, and use it like it was said part of him. And likely this would also remove the annoying echo every time he used a personal magic. Instead of willing the res to leave his hand, Clyde willed it to flow upward through his arm, along his hand, and into the staff, willing it to issue forth. Another spurt of res burst forth, however not as thick as the last. It whipped and curled for a moment around the staff, and then floated past. Clyde concentrated harder, willed himself to enter the staff, to join with it, to feel it as a part of himself, to exude res from the surface of his skin as the skin of the wood. Another spurt of res issued forth, and this time not all of it emitted from his hand. Instead, some of it emitted out of the wood. Another spurt, and a bit more came from the staff, a bit less from his hand. On the next try, the entire small spurt of res came out of the skin of the staff, instead of his hand. Letting out a sigh, Clyde focused on the stone, on the quartz, and willed the res to take its shape. At the center of the small cloud of res that his emissions had created, Clyde focused on a small cube of res. The other bits of res swirled around it, differentiating from it, from the cube of res. Then with a extension of his will, Clyde willed the smaller internal cube of res to transmute, to transmute into quartz. There was a momentary pause, and then the res transmuted. And a splash of water fell from amongst the res, hitting the ground and sending droplets flying all about. “What the petch?”

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde looked down at the small damp spot on the stone floor, and was puzzled. He had wanted to transmute the res into quartz. He had sent out the res from the staff, had willed it through the staff to change and transmute... But instead of a piece of quartz dropping from it, a cube of water had formed and fell. To say the least, this was odd. Feeling out through his staff once more and into the remaining res, Clyde willed it to move about and coalesce into another cube. This one was also six sided, but was only about as wide as his index finger from knuckle to fingertip. Half the length or so of said finger. The other little wisps of res he left floating about. This time he would use attraction to pull upward, instead of allowing the created substance to fall. Once more Clyde concentrated on stone, on the quartz. But this time he pictured it in his mind, pictured the small squiggle that was the trace he had seen through auristics. He willed the res to transmute into this, into quartz, and then felt as it shifted. This time instead of a splash of water, a small cube of clear quartz was formed. Pulling it upward against its downward intent, Clyde held it in place, and then moved his empty left hand just below the cube. As the wisps of res where spent, the cube dropped a inch, and fell cleanly into his open palm. He had been considering also trying to make the other stones, such as the opalgloam, but that would need to be done another time. For now, he needed to figure out his staff better, and better understand what it meant. One last inspection was in order. Willing his Auristical sight forth, this time from the end of his staff, Clyde felt out for the newly made quartz cube. As he felt it its seeming was just like that of the mundane quartz. The same surface feeling, although its appearance was much more refined and straight than that of the broken off chunk of quartz. Clearly when he made the gemstone from res, he could much more easily form a precise shape as desired. But there was also something else about it, which was different than that of the mundane stone. When he had pictured the sight of the mundane stone in his mind, he had seen it hanging in the empty air, alone in blackness. However as he looked at his transmuted quartz, and pictured its sight, there was a soft silver radiance about it, separating it from the blackness and emptiness. As best Clyde could tell, this was due to its having once been of res. Of course since it was in some ways magical by nature, it made sense to have some kind of noticeable differentiation upon its aura's seeming. Letting out a sigh, Clyde dropped the newly made quartz cube into his pack, and felt his hand up the staffs length once. What a curious thing he had created. He knew now more than ever that this staff had many other mysteries within it, which he would need to puzzle forth one by one.

[Mirage]

Clyde

XP:
Auristics: 2

Lores:
Auristics: Qualities of Quartz
Auristics: Identifying Gems crafted from Reimancy
Cha: Channeling Reimancy
Cha: Channeling Auristics
Cha: Taming the Staff
Cha: Channels Water Reimancy remarkably well
Observation: Identifying Marble
Observation: Identifying Quartz
Opalgloam: A Glowing Rock
Reimancy (Earth): Transmuting Quartz

Additional:
This was an interesting thread. I admit I never really thought it was possible to create gems and such from reimancy, but if you have identified the qualities with auristics and you base your creation on that I do not see any reason why it shouldn't be possible. Good job! PM me if you have any questions