Summer 70, 514 AV
The wizard found herself once again the Prairie, the almost lifeless desert looking ‘battle ground’ was perfect for practicing the types of magic she wanted to use. The space was empty, secluded, away from the hustle and constant entrapment of the Citadel. Lately she has felt more of a slave to her work and rank than an actual Master of the island. With such a title came severe and very high expectations. She needed to continue to work to be the best Alchemist, and the pressure was on, everyone in the masters guild was watching her. Qiao has her monitored, she doesn’t know when or if there is a moment of privacy. He assured her that it was for her safety, because if research was stolen from her lab, then someone, somewhere is up to something. That something, if it had to be taken while she was away, is probably not good. There had already been an attempt on her life since she had arrived. Things have been crazy for the nuit…
But here, here she could almost forget all of that. Here she could focus on bettering herself, her soul, and focus on the magics which mattered the most to her at the present time. She was renown throughout the island as an Alchemist, her formulas literally changing the ways people thought about world magic, but she wasn’t renown for anything other than that. She was a great Alchemist, and that was it. She wanted to be more, willed herself to be more. She wanted to be a great Wizard, both of personal and of world magic. She didn’t want to be seen as ‘half-baked’ as the majority of her critics called her. She wanted to prove them wrong.
To this end the barren wastes called to her, and it was from this place that her soul will really start to shine. Her form stood above all else, alone, in this lifeless place. A purple cloak reflected the light which hit it, shining like a steel sword. Black embroidery on the back, a serpent swallowing its own tail, the Ouroboros, the symbol of her once master, Master Karte, who had enlightened her about many subjects regarding organic alchemy. The cloth around her weighed a bit more than normal, the fabric was of her own creation, cloth with the properties of steel. Her hair was raven black, and fell gracefully in waves upon her back, covering most of the Ouroboros symbol. She possessed dark, striking eyes of an odd shade of green, and her features were soft. There no visible sign of undeath on her, in fact, she looked very much alive. Life touched her skin and permeated her form, and although it was an illusion, it made Ray feel special.
She thrust an arm forward and looked at it, directing her attention to her hand. Her fingers were outstretched, her palm facing down, and her mind was converging on the tip of her middle finger. Here she didn’t have to be the peerless Master Rayage, the alchemical genius who strives to solve the mystery of life. No, here she could just be Rayage, a seeker, a learner, a person striving to become better. Here in the wilderness her title in the Citadel held no weight. Here she was free, but her freedom, as with everything else in Sahova, comes at a price.
This place was somewhere where dangerous experiments were tested. Rayage knew that. Mostly of the offensive capabilities of some new weapon… it was partly the reason which the place was so barren, and partly because of the barren region that this place was chosen. The air itself tingled with residual djed and she could feel it upon her hand as she focused some more. The sweet caress of djed thick in the air sung to her in whispers to her mind. It cried to be taken, to be used, to be transformed and transmuted once again. The entire island was rich in djed, but this place was particularly filled. Any wizard could tell you that, but not any wizard could put the djed to use.
She felt it on her skin and saw it in her mind, the djed hanging in the air. She called to it, testing it, trying to tug and pull at it. The djed didn’t quite seem to react to her callings. It was being difficult, but she did not grow frustrated. She was at ease and kept imagining the djed around, simultaneously feeling it brush against her skin. It was like a gentle breeze, but subtler, more mysterious. She could feel it especially around her hand, which her eyes were locked on. It prickled at her, teasing her sense of touch.
She stayed like this, feeling the djed in the air, for a couple chimes. Her body was perfectly still, something nuits were good at. Once she had wrapped her mind around the concept of the djed and had visualized it around it her enough she began to practice with it. She willed the djed to her. She pictured the djed around her forming around her, being drawn to her skin, forming an aura around herself. The djed was blue in nature, in her minds eye, and as she commanded the djed to come she felt the tingling sensation increase. The hair on her arms was standing on edge due to the feeling that sent shivers down her spine.
The feeling grew more and more intense as she imagined the djed melding with her skin, coming into her body, becoming one with her. The tingles made her want to move, to shake off this weird and unnatural feeling, but her mind told her not to. The djed was being pulled from the environment into her providing the wizard with a very small but noticeable gain in djed within the body. If her body was a cup it felt like the cup was full and should be overflowing, since she had cast no spells today. However, the cup did not spill over. Instead the cup gained more and more water, and made the wizard feel uncomfortable. It almost hurt trying to contain the borrowed and recycled djed, but she kept it up.
Her body felt sick wherever the djed entered. She could swear that she could feel the rate of decay on her body quickening with the djed being introduced to her system. This was a cursed and unnatural magic. It taints both body and soul, and she felt it as she practiced, but the price for what is to be considered was well worth it.
xThe wizard found herself once again the Prairie, the almost lifeless desert looking ‘battle ground’ was perfect for practicing the types of magic she wanted to use. The space was empty, secluded, away from the hustle and constant entrapment of the Citadel. Lately she has felt more of a slave to her work and rank than an actual Master of the island. With such a title came severe and very high expectations. She needed to continue to work to be the best Alchemist, and the pressure was on, everyone in the masters guild was watching her. Qiao has her monitored, she doesn’t know when or if there is a moment of privacy. He assured her that it was for her safety, because if research was stolen from her lab, then someone, somewhere is up to something. That something, if it had to be taken while she was away, is probably not good. There had already been an attempt on her life since she had arrived. Things have been crazy for the nuit…
But here, here she could almost forget all of that. Here she could focus on bettering herself, her soul, and focus on the magics which mattered the most to her at the present time. She was renown throughout the island as an Alchemist, her formulas literally changing the ways people thought about world magic, but she wasn’t renown for anything other than that. She was a great Alchemist, and that was it. She wanted to be more, willed herself to be more. She wanted to be a great Wizard, both of personal and of world magic. She didn’t want to be seen as ‘half-baked’ as the majority of her critics called her. She wanted to prove them wrong.
To this end the barren wastes called to her, and it was from this place that her soul will really start to shine. Her form stood above all else, alone, in this lifeless place. A purple cloak reflected the light which hit it, shining like a steel sword. Black embroidery on the back, a serpent swallowing its own tail, the Ouroboros, the symbol of her once master, Master Karte, who had enlightened her about many subjects regarding organic alchemy. The cloth around her weighed a bit more than normal, the fabric was of her own creation, cloth with the properties of steel. Her hair was raven black, and fell gracefully in waves upon her back, covering most of the Ouroboros symbol. She possessed dark, striking eyes of an odd shade of green, and her features were soft. There no visible sign of undeath on her, in fact, she looked very much alive. Life touched her skin and permeated her form, and although it was an illusion, it made Ray feel special.
She thrust an arm forward and looked at it, directing her attention to her hand. Her fingers were outstretched, her palm facing down, and her mind was converging on the tip of her middle finger. Here she didn’t have to be the peerless Master Rayage, the alchemical genius who strives to solve the mystery of life. No, here she could just be Rayage, a seeker, a learner, a person striving to become better. Here in the wilderness her title in the Citadel held no weight. Here she was free, but her freedom, as with everything else in Sahova, comes at a price.
This place was somewhere where dangerous experiments were tested. Rayage knew that. Mostly of the offensive capabilities of some new weapon… it was partly the reason which the place was so barren, and partly because of the barren region that this place was chosen. The air itself tingled with residual djed and she could feel it upon her hand as she focused some more. The sweet caress of djed thick in the air sung to her in whispers to her mind. It cried to be taken, to be used, to be transformed and transmuted once again. The entire island was rich in djed, but this place was particularly filled. Any wizard could tell you that, but not any wizard could put the djed to use.
She felt it on her skin and saw it in her mind, the djed hanging in the air. She called to it, testing it, trying to tug and pull at it. The djed didn’t quite seem to react to her callings. It was being difficult, but she did not grow frustrated. She was at ease and kept imagining the djed around, simultaneously feeling it brush against her skin. It was like a gentle breeze, but subtler, more mysterious. She could feel it especially around her hand, which her eyes were locked on. It prickled at her, teasing her sense of touch.
She stayed like this, feeling the djed in the air, for a couple chimes. Her body was perfectly still, something nuits were good at. Once she had wrapped her mind around the concept of the djed and had visualized it around it her enough she began to practice with it. She willed the djed to her. She pictured the djed around her forming around her, being drawn to her skin, forming an aura around herself. The djed was blue in nature, in her minds eye, and as she commanded the djed to come she felt the tingling sensation increase. The hair on her arms was standing on edge due to the feeling that sent shivers down her spine.
The feeling grew more and more intense as she imagined the djed melding with her skin, coming into her body, becoming one with her. The tingles made her want to move, to shake off this weird and unnatural feeling, but her mind told her not to. The djed was being pulled from the environment into her providing the wizard with a very small but noticeable gain in djed within the body. If her body was a cup it felt like the cup was full and should be overflowing, since she had cast no spells today. However, the cup did not spill over. Instead the cup gained more and more water, and made the wizard feel uncomfortable. It almost hurt trying to contain the borrowed and recycled djed, but she kept it up.
Her body felt sick wherever the djed entered. She could swear that she could feel the rate of decay on her body quickening with the djed being introduced to her system. This was a cursed and unnatural magic. It taints both body and soul, and she felt it as she practiced, but the price for what is to be considered was well worth it.