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A Forest of Frustation

Postby Keene Ward on November 22nd, 2014, 1:01 am

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The thirty-second day of summer, 512 AV.

Keene stood in the center of several chalk marked trees he'd denoted with a small, white numbers denoting distance on the bark. For the time being, Mella had headed to the library to investigate patterns of weather from several hundred years ago on a hunch. That left her young assistant alone in the forest with the directive to: "get better at petching reimancy while I'm gone". He had long since realized his ability to manipulate res had a very definitive area of control, namely two and a half meters in any direction. Any res sent beyond his ring of influence was immediately lost to him through dissipation or dissolution depending on the form it was in. While he'd identified the rough boundary of his ability before, Keene had taken time to denote one, two, and three meter circles (roughly placed on trees that were about the proper distance from his central location using the measurement of a three meter pole). Once that had been accomplished, he'd slowly extended a rotating ball of res through first the one, then the two meter circles. Pushing it beyond that resulted in loss of control about halfway between the two and the three, an indication that that was the extent of his influence.

Having identified his limitations, Keene planned to explore the potential manipulation of said limitations. While he knew moving would increase his range in a sense, Keene had decided to see what could be done from a stationary point, as movement often made casting all the more difficult with having to focus on more than just the manipulation of his res. He had marked several trees at differing distances throughout the area, marking nothing beyond ten meters. He'd carefully marked the distances, measuring with the pole that was about three meters total. The act of marking three meters, shifting the pole, and marking another three had taken him quite a bit of time, especially when he arrived at a tree and had forgotten how many meters he'd traveled. From his perspective at the center of the "circle", he could see that many differing marks upon the trees had been drawn out a bit small, making them difficult to read. Having little desire to redraw them, however, he was content for a close approximation of the distances rather than keeping things exact. His measuring tool had been a long wooden stick, after all.

Eyeing the nearest target which was about four meters away, Keene readied a small ball of res to form in his hand, feeling the changes in his Djed spark the familiar sensation of excitement and pleasure. Transmuting the outer shell of the res into a solid layer of ice, Keene felt shivers run down his spine. Ever since he'd learned the proper processes to directly transmute his res into ice, the resulting sensation was that of cold and chill, though it only lasted for the duration of the change. Willing the icy orb to hover a few inches above his palm, Keene thrust his hand forward, sending the sphere spinning towards the tree. As it passed over the two meter mark, Keene let the rest of the res become ice in time for it to pass the tree meter mark without losing any of its mass. It crashed into the bark with a solid strike, splintering the wooden barrier with a satisfying crunch of fibers. He'd been aiming for the the center mark of the tree, but had managed to land the projectile to the lower right of the chalked number. Taking into consideration the sudden increase in weight of the icy sphere, Keene noted that it affected the trajectory, even over the short span of several meters.

Readying another sphere, Keene shook of the shivers, glaring at a tree that he'd measured at about ten meters away from him. It was as far as he believed he could both throw something and manage to hit what he was aiming for with some semblance of accuracy. Anything beyond that had about an equal amount of potential to be hit as it did to be missed with little added effort on his part. Once more, his arm extended, shooting the ball with much more force than before, transmuting the interior a bit late resulting in a few pockets of air within the sphere. He watched as it traveled through the air, missing the tree by a wide berth before smashing into pieces against the base of a tree a few meters behind it. The ball was difficult to aim, and Keene found that while it had a powerful impact, it was impractical for longer distances. The force and spin on the sphere was all very nice, but it sacrificed accuracy and speed. When he had first begun experimenting with reimancy, Mella had informed him that while she was interested primarily in using their magic for the eventual control of the weather, there was no better way to improve oneself than through physical training and problem solving. Thus, though Keene had little interest in the gritty side of combat, Keene had dedicated his afternoons to either offensive training or defensive and applied experimentation within the confines of their home.

With a more aerodynamic method of projectile in mind, Keene carefully drew fourth a thin, short spear of liquid res from his palm, pulling it through gesture with his free hand. Appraising the length of res that was slightly shorter than his forearm, Keene decided if he were going to cast an arrow of ice, he might as well use a bow and an actual arrow. Moving a hand across the floating res, he let his fingers break it up into seven smaller blobs, each floating slightly towards the direction the hand had passed through. Rotating his wrist to the right, Keene altered the shape of the res, giving them pointed ends in a shape similar to a raindrop. Using both hands, Keene carefully drew his fingers towards his palms a fluid motion, the double-sided raindrops of bluish liquid falling into a straight line as he aimed for the ten-meter tree. Drawing his left hand back towards his hip, the outer layers of the res droplets were transmuted to ice, the chill passing over him as he extended his right arm forward, launching the droplets at top speed towards his target. Wasting little time, Keene immediately retracted his hand, transmuting the rest of the res before it made it much farther than the two-meter mark.

This time, the frozen, miniature spears stuck into the intended tree. Four found their way into the bark while the other three whizzed past and disappeared into the forest. In comparison to the sphere, the spears had come much closer to the intended target. One of them had embedded itself at the lower end of "1" he'd marked. The thinner nature of the ice spikes made them easier to aim, though compared to the blunt force of the sphere he smashed into the four-meter tree, the level of destruction was highly mitigated. Preferring finesse over straight brawn, Keene found the smaller, quicker particles to me more to his liking. The amount of time it took to produce seven of them was about as long as the sphere, meaning he had six more projectiles to release in the same amount of time. As far as efficiency was concerned, Keene felt as though he had made a relatively useful discovery in terms of his theoretical battle tactics. In a true fight, however, he doubted the splinters would be of much use beyond irritation without the proper accuracy to land a hit on a vulnerable spot.

With that thought in mind, Keene turned his attention to a tree he'd marked at six meters. It was close enough he felt confident he could strike it with some accuracy. The purpose of the current exercise as he developed it was for not only accuracy but speed and control. Rubbing his hands together, Keene let a layer of res seep from the hands, the friction inducing motion releasing the liquid into the smaller balls that floated around the limbs they'd been produced from. Once more, twisting his wrist to alter the shape of the balls into their more aerodynamic spear cousins, Keene let them hang in the air around him. Using his left hand, he touched a finger to the bottom of one of the several spears of res, drawing it downwards with a grounding of his elbow. As he turned his hand so that his palm faced downward, the spear was transmuted to ice, the res center remaining. With a quick shove, Keene sent the spear hurtlding towards his target, quickly drawing his arm back to him to transmute the center. Without waiting to see if he'd hit, Keene repeated the motions with his right hand, alternating back and fourth as the projectiles were launched. Once they had all been cast, Keene appraised his work.

Few of they icy thorns had missed the tree entirely. Out of the ten he'd cast, nine were lodged somewhere in the dark color of the bark, stark white against the earthy tone. Of the nine, only two had landed where he'd been aiming, and even they were slightly weighted to the left. The remaining seven were scattered across the bark in a haphazard manner. Having tried to do too many things too quickly, Keene wasn't surprised he'd failed to perform at his best. Flexing his fingers, Keene stuck them under his arms. Lately, he found the more he used ice reimancy the lower his body temperature would fall. It seemed like a logical sort of side-effect, but it did make things inconvenient for prolonged practice. Alternatively, it was also a good way for him to be reminded to take periodic breaks when working with the element. Transmuting res into air just gave him a bit of a light head, something that was not conducive to making clever or well thought out decisions.

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A Forest of Frustation

Postby Keene Ward on November 22nd, 2014, 7:18 am

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Having taken several bells to allow his body temperature to warm, leaving the center of the circle to stand in a spot of sunshine broken by the leafs above, Keene appraised the already melting ice projectiles that had been lodged in the various trees. Those who had been lodged in the ten-meter tree had long since fallen to the ground, while the others were still partially stuck in the six-meter. While the idea behind a rapid fire projectile spell was appealing, the rapid portion of it was going to require work. Having a poor aim to start with, firing off several thorns of ice in quick succession did little to improve it. As he stared at the slowly melting drips of the water that had begun to form on the shimmering outer layer of the ice, he decided it would be best to focus on his aim over anything else. There was no need for multiple projectiles if a single one could get the job done in one go. Of course, there was no harm in having a backup in case something went wrong, but for the time being, Keene doubted the trees would be trying to attack him any time soon, giving him ample opportunity to practice his marksmanship.

His extremities having regained their typical slightly cooler temperature, Keene rose up in preparation to continue. Gazing at the five and a quarter meter marked tree, Keene stepped back into the center of the "circle", denoted by a large rock that stuck out from the underbrush like a grey colored thumb. Centering his weight and drawing in a steady breath, Keene felt his djed, shifting that which was his hands and changing it into another dollop of res about the size of his thumb. Letting the luminescent liquid float above his palm, his hand made the same motions as before morphing the ball into the needle like thorn and transmuting the outer shell into ice. Before thrusting his hand forward to launch the ice, Keene slowly moved his hand forward, carefully watching how the ice moved. Gazing at his target, Keene pushed the ice forward and backward several times before he felt confident of the desired trajectory. Drawing his hand back to his hip, Keene thrust his arm forward, sending the ice in a slight arc towards his target.

It stabbed into the tree, shy of the middle of the "5" by a good width, but a solid hit none the less. Drawing fourth another marble of res, Keene moved through the gestures once more. Taking aim once more, Keene thrust his hand forward, aiming slightly to the right of the five in hope it would make the shot land nearer the center. The ice flew in a low arc, landing closer to the middle but lower on the tree. Glaring at the two disappointing shards of ice, Keene drew fourth another marble of res. Taking aim once more, Keene shot the dart forward, aiming slightly upwards and to the right. With a sound thwack, the ice landed on the curve of the "5" as close to the middle as he supposed was possible at his current level. Flexing his fingers, Keene paced back and fourth around the tentative center of his operations, using the movement to get his blood flowing to warm his fingers and toes.

He had spent several bells in the forest already, and the heat of the afternoon had begun to fade into the evening. The weather was fair, and though the shade of the trees had shielded him from much of the sun's warmth, the woods were still comfortably warm. It was a convenient atmosphere for him to practice his reimancy, and he was going to take full advantage.
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A Forest of Frustation

Postby Keene Ward on November 22nd, 2014, 10:39 am

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The smaller dart like ice had traveled more easily through the air than the sphere, however accuracy was still a bit of a hassle. He figured it was partially due to an imbalance in the darts, causing issues in actual trajectory versus projected. While he could take the time to shape the darts more carefully, Keene wondered if even smaller projectiles would be easier to handle. Drawing fourth another thumb sized ball of res, Keene held it steady in front of his face, starting intently at the glowing liquid. Pulling his hands away from the res, he separated it into about fourteen beads the size of his pinkie nail. Testing first his ability to transmute the smaller amount of liquid, Keene quickly clenched his right hand into a fist, one of the beads quickly hardening around it's exterior. Turning his attention to the six-meter tree, he flicked his wrist, sending the bead zipping towards it at a much faster pace than either of the trials before. Surprised at the speed, Keene was unable to transmute the bead into a solid, and as it slammed into the sturdy bark of the tree, the hollow, glass-like ice shattered with a tiny, muffled clink.

Drawing five more of the beads, he transmuted the outer shells in the same way he'd done before. As he launched them towards his target, however, his left hand reached out and pulled back, transmuting the res within the beads before they left his realm of influence. Speeding through the air, the beads plinked against the bark in a series of impacts, all generally focused on the area he'd been aiming for. By the time he was ready to use the final eight, they had decayed to about half their original size. Frowning, Keene made a swiping gesture with his left hand, willing the res to pool back together into pebble sized clump. Pulling his hands away from the res as before, it was separated into three beads about the same size as the ones before. Transmuting their shells, Keene took aim. This time, he fired them off one by one, resetting his left hand that he used to transmute the res as it hurtled towards the tree by extending after each withdrawal until the fourth bead was careening towards the protect bark.

The smaller pieces of ice were quick and light, landing with a much higher rate of accuracy around the the circular section of the "6". His "rapid fire" had been much more successful than the darts, all of the beads making contact, though the area covered encompassed the entire width of the tree. Flexing his fingers to combat the chill, Keene glanced from the six meter tree to the four meter tree to the ten meter tree. The three specific targets were close to evenly spaced apart from each other, the differing depths excluded. With the beads of ice, he wondered if the increase of accuracy would translate to shifting targets. Readying his res, separating it into the beads, and transmuting the outer layers, Keene took aim first at the six-meter tree. Launching two of the beads, Keene quickly switched his focus to the four-meter tree, taking a short time to gauge the distance before sending another three dollops of ice zooming off into the open air. Finally, he shot the remaining five off at the ten-meter tree, accounting for distance by launching them as quickly as possible.

The result was two successful hits on the six-meter (though neither hit very close to the target), two successful hits on the four-meter (both relatively close to the center of the numeral), and three successful hits on the ten meter several inches below the designated target (the other two hand landed on the ground behind). Frowning, Keene evaluated the trees as if they had been hostile targets. Assuming he had been aiming for the unexposed head, he would have potentially startled one, wounded another, and gave a bit of an annoying irritation to the third. It was not optimal, but he supposed it was better than only taking down a single one while the other two charged him. Of course, he found it would have made more sense to strike at the closest enemy first rather than the middle, but his fingers had stiffened up some, giving him an excuse for yet another break.

His elements weren't naturally suited for combat. By nature, both water and air were relatively defensive, though that did not make them any less powerful. Where fire could burn, water could drown. There earth could pierce, air could bludgeon. The para-element of ice was an interesting development: weaker in integrity than earth, it still possessed many of the same qualities when it came to offensive power. Ice also gave him the ability to rapidly drop the temperature of an area within his two and half meter range by suspending icy particles in the air after spreading his res thin through the area. It wasn't rapid enough to flash freeze living matter, but Keene was relatively certain with practice it could become a valuable close-range tactic. Of course, he had little reason to believe he'd ever actually use his reimancy for combat. The weather was the main focus, and the battle training merely the most effective way to develop his abilities. The amount of djed needed to generate a large scale monsoon without the assistance of preexisting elements was impressive, much more than a single wizard could do successfully without injury. However, it was possible with several talented magic users, and the only way to gain such talent was to improve himself in what ways he could.
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A Forest of Frustation

Postby Keene Ward on November 22nd, 2014, 11:21 am

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A rustle came from farther in the forest towards the city. Keene turned to glare towards it, keeping his res hidden lest it was a hunter or other such individual. Mella had warned him - in a lose definition of "warn" where "threaten" may have been more appropriate - that magic was not to be happily chatted about with just anyone. It was a dangerous, exclusive, and difficult art that was not understood by many. Though the University existed to create a tame, listless mimicry of the magical arts, there were still those in Zeltiva who would not have taken kindly to Keene using the woods of the foothills to practice his reimancy. The rustling grew closer still, before it stopped, a faint flash of red disappearing behind a distant tree. Squinting at where the figure had disappeared to, Keene attempted to make out any sort of detail he could. It was pointless, however, as the individual had completely disappeared from his line of sight. Shifting his weight, he attempted to look around the tree.

His effort was rewarded with the realization that a rock had been launched from some undisclosed position and was hurtling towards his face. The speed was much too fast for him to be able to both draw out his res and transmute it in time, but he was able to pull his arms up in time to shield his face from the blow. The stone slammed into his forearm, bouncing off of his quickly bruising flesh to tumble harmlessly to the ground. From the distant, he heard a familiar snort of disdain. Wasting little more time, Keene drew out another marble sized ball of res, this time peering into the murky wood with a concentrated grey glare. She was out there, and he had been practicing for something similar to the current situation. However, not being able to see her made things a bit more difficult. He couldn't tell how far she was, nor the exact location she was hiding. If he wasted too much more time, he didn't doubt one or more rocks would be finding their way towards his body. His arm was a throbbing reminder of the fact.

Breaking off several of the beads of res from the marble that floated near his face in case of earth-based, hostile projectiles, Keene transmuted the outer layer of the res by twisting his wrist to rotate his right palm as he'd practiced. Spotting another flash of red in the distance, Keene quickly fired off two beads, watching them fly harmlessly past the disappearing figure with a frown. Several snapping twigs caught his attention, drawing his eyes towards two dangerously sharp looking stones zooming through the air. Pulling both hands up in front of his face, Keene rotated both palms inwards towards his head, molding his remaining res into a cone before shoving both hands forward, palms facing out. The resulting gust of wind collided with the rocks, pushing them from their intended path and forcing one to the ground and the other to graze his left arm with a slight scrape. A hearty roar of, "You petcher!" Erupted from the trees where the rocks had come from.

The light-headed sensation washed over him for a moment as he gazed dazed at the ruddy scowl plastered on Mella's face. With the sudden realization she had presented herself as a target, Keene slapped his hands together. While he could produce res without the assistance of gestures, the actions made the process a bit quicker, as it didn't rely solely upon his undivided attention. Withdrawing a small handful of liquid, shining res from his palm, Keene clenched his left hand, breaking it down into a myriad of beads. With a fluid twist of his right wrist, the transmuted the outer shells of the beads before launching them at his red haired, fiery eyed target. Using his left to finish the partial transmuation as they left his realm of influence, he watched the swarm of icy pellets propel themselves towards her location.
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A Forest of Frustation

Postby Keene Ward on November 22nd, 2014, 11:30 am

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To his displeasure, a thin wall of stone shot up from the ground to create a barrier to shield his potential victim from both the discomfort and pain of being assaulted by his icy barrage. Strutting around the erected barrier, Mella gave Keene a raised brow, hands on hips and frown not nearly as scornful as it could be. "The petch? What was that shyke? It was like a petching hailstorm." She strode over the underbrush, her heavy footsteps sounding with the snapping of twigs and crunching of earth beneath her. "You're still to petching slow, but that last spell wasn't total shyke." Her frowned deepened as she noticed the now substantially darker bruise on his arm as well as the thin cut on his shoulder where the second volley of rocks had struck him. "At least it's just a petching graze."

Keene nodded, well aware his performance had been sub par. As he set his gaze on Mella's face to listen to whatever else her critique might contain, he noticed a small, bead-sized welt on her cheek. Two more of the reddened spots were sported on her right forearm. Catching on to Keene's surprised examination, Mella reached out to slap him across the forehead. "I said what have you been waisting your petching time on, you little piece of shyke. Pay the petch attention."

Rubbing the area where Mella's hand had connected, Keene turned to look at the trees, the pole he'd used as measurement leaned up against one of the trunks he'd used to denote the three meter circle. "I was investigating the effect of size and weight on projectile ease of control and accuracy." The ice had long since melted enough to fall from the trees, but there were still definitive lesions in the bark of the trees where the darts had been planted. The latter portion of his exercise, however, had left little evidence. Though he had the impression an explanation of the icy bullets was no needed. A small shiver of pride ran down his back before he quickly stifled it with realism. Regardless of whether he'd made contact with her or not, the spell had been far too weak to do any damage short of circular red spot. Had she been a true enemy, he would have been killed. There was little point in celebrating something as pitiful as making contact, when a mere graze from one of her spells had easily drawn blood. Had he not had time to deflect it, it would have been a much more serious injury.

Mella walked over to the trees, inspecting his work. "The petch is this shyke?" She ran a finger over the crudely drawn numerals. Crafting numbers on parchment was world's easier than attempting to do so on the rough and broken texture of bark.

"Measurements."

He was given a scowl in return. "And you can read these shyke 'measurements'?" She squinted, drawing her face closer to the five-meter tree's numeral.

"I can."

"Well petch." She made her way around the trees, inspecting the broken areas of bark and staring down at the discarded shards of ice that still remained scattered about the ground. Muttering under her breath, she knelt down further examining the fallen projectiles. Rising up with a few of the mostly melted darts in hand, she raised a brow at him. "How big were these?" Keene drew fourth a thumb's worth of res, pulling it into the approximate shape and size of the dart. Mella grunted, apparently content with the display. Keene drew the res back into his body, having expended enough of his djed for the day. His head had started to feel the effects of his last few spells, and a dull throb between his temples had developed, leaving him more tacit than usual. Mella dropped the shards, letting them fall to the ground in an unceremonious fall as she approached him once more. "How'd the petchers do?"

Keene gently shook his head, wincing slightly at the retaliation of pressure from inside his skull. "Not as efficient as the beads."

Mella let out a little snort. "That shyke barely stung. You can only petch with shyke so much before it loses it's petching usefulness." She shrugged, turning towards the way back and signaling he was to follow. "Changing the weight and shape was smart, but don't get so petching cocky. If the petchers don't do anything when they hit the petching target..." She glanced over her shoulder, a fiery glare burning in her gaze. "Petching shyke."

Following behind her, Keene gathered up the staff, using it as a walking stick as they traversed the uneven ground of the forest. Having never thought he was over estimating his abilities during the exercise, Keene made a point to not let his pride get in the way of improvement. The smaller size of projectile had been to compensate for the difficulty of aiming, however he found Mella's insight to be far more illuminating in the sense that reducing his res to tiny hailstones would only be useful if he could get the velocity for them to puncture and pierce. Until he could learn to produce such speed with his skills, the sharper darts would have to suffice. It was foolish of him to think there would be a shortcut to avoid training his eye and aim. Efficiency was not born out of pure ingenuity, it was also something to be crafted and groomed through time and effort. Having tried to skip about and do things his own way, Keene had been rewarded with a sore forearm and a bleeding shoulder. He decided effort would not only be placed on creative solutions, but there should be a practicality as well.
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A Forest of Frustation

Postby Perplexity on December 14th, 2014, 12:37 pm

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You have played well, but the game is at an end.

You have been bested. Beaten. Checkmate!

However, here is a consolation prize: a wealth of Experience and Lores! If you have any questions or concerns regarding this grade, please do not hesitate to send me a PM. I'll be more than happy to assist you!

 
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    Planning | +2 EXP
    Research | +2 EXP
    Tactics | +1 EXP
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  • Reimancy: Adept Manipulation of Ice
    Reimancy Theory: Distance vs. Trajectory
    Reimancy Theory: Angle Affects Speed
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  • Consequence: Extensive Djed usage within the period of a single day has resulted in Keene losing most sensation in his right forearm. There is no loss of mobility or usage just an ever present numbness.


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