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Bigger Isn't Always Better!

Postby Cyq on October 25th, 2014, 4:11 pm

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57th of Fall, 514AV.


The hedgehog knew that he needed to finish maledicting the bodies of the rat before they began to stink with rotten meat. The last thing he wanted was anyone finding out just what he was doing with the various remains of a rat in his possession - bones would be able to be explained, but the still-dripping head of a rodent with eyeballs, brains and all the other organs still intact would be harder. He couldn't pass it off as an old gift from others he'd received a long time ago, after all. He'd kept all of the remains inside his bag, along with the small Legacies that he'd made once he'd killed the rat. It made him uncomfortable, holding the bones in the same bag as the tools that he'd use to carve them, but as long as he was gentle with them, they wouldn't be damaged too badly.

He also knew he couldn't maledict the bones inside the city. He didn't have anywhere that could really be deemed 'private' in the Towers Respite. Everything was shared with several others, and he doubted any of them would keep his secrets to themselves. No, he needed to return to the Unforgiving if he was going to continue his work on his malediction. Once he had the bones, he could happily return to the city and find a place to store them away from prying eyes. Things would become so much easier when he didn't have to rely on the Tower's lessons for his work and his livelihood. He could rent out a place, possibly buy his own if he gathered together enough money.. he could turn it into a studio, or a laboratory, far away from the prying eyes of the general public and the Shinya.

That was all many, many seasons away though. For now, he still needed to clean the flesh and organs from the rats head. He needed to maledict the fur that he'd recovered as well - perhaps another time he'd work on that, since there was still more things the hedgehog would need in order to turn it into an effective coat. He needed to maledict the bones and he needed to keep experimenting with how far he could push the effects. There were so many things that were all pushing themselves into the Pycons schedule uninvited, he felt like he was being walked over them all at once. It was a crushing weight that nearly brought all of his other thoughts to a stop as he tried to push it away from the forefront of his mind. Looming over the matter wouldn't change his situation - he needed to prioritize himself, scope out exactly what he needed and how he was going to get it.

First, he'd work with what he had. He'd maledict the remaining bones, in whatever time he could find and with whatever effects he felt he needed the most. Then, he'd work on the head. Perhaps another time, but he'd get to it eventually. Finally would come the skin - he'd have to return to the city again in order to find some needle and thread.. actually, he'd need to catch the assistance of one of the employees of those silk and fine clothes stores that seemed to appear out of the ground itself. He didn't have a clue about sewing after all, and he doubted he'd just be able to fasten the rat-skin around his neck in a knot and hope for the best that it wouldn't fall to the ground in a bloody heap the second a light breeze drifted over it. He wanted it to be secure and sturdy - he wanted it all to last as long as he could wring.

Knowing that he'd likely be spending most of the day out in the Unforgiving, maledicting body parts and the like, he spent an extra twenty or thirty chimes wandering about the rocky hills in search of a perfect spot to settle. It may have been an extra twenty or thirty chimes that he could have spent maledicting, but the hedgehogs back and backside would thank him when everything was over. His new seat came in the form of a small, flat rock with other rocks scattered about it. They might have come from the same rock, at first - before shattering under some unseen pressure, splitting into smaller clusters that worked as makeshift tables for the hedgehog to set his bag and all of his other materials over in a loose and disorganized scattering. He had all of his paints, all of the bones, the head staring at him lifelessly at the corner along with the bundle of fur that had once been a mouse's skin. He had his brushes, paints, chisels and screws.

Now all he needed to do was pick the first bone to be maledicted. He still had many of the arm-bones and leg-bones left over, including the radius and ulna of the right side of the mouse. They would have been attached to the humerus - the part that he'd already maledicted. Both the radius and ulna seemed fairly thin, for the hedgehog - it'd be rather difficult to carve some kind of message to them. Both of them seemed relatively thin, but there was a fractional difference that meant the radius was only slightly thicker. Really, it would have been better to start on a thicker platform that would have been easier to carve into.. but the sooner he got all of them out of the way, the better. He'd be facing all of them sooner or later.. why not get the hardest parts out of the way the fastest, and then he could leave the easier ones for later? Resolutely, he picked up the upper portion that would have once been connected to the mouse's main body, and at the same time took up his smaller pick.

These bones were much more fragile than the humerus or the femur - they were thinner, less robust. He wasn't even going to bother trying to use a chisel on them, for fear that he would simply snap the thing in two as he'd already done with the humerus bone. Instead, he began on the basics - the circle. Like with the others he'd done, this was a regular circle that curved around and joined with itself on the opposite side. It wasn't as wobbly as the other two, at the very least.. since the bone itself was smaller, he had to make the circle smaller to work with. A normal human would never have been able to carve on something so tiny unless they were a near-Master in the field, but the Pycon was miniature anyway.. the bones were small, but not tiny.
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Postby Cyq on October 25th, 2014, 6:39 pm

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With his legs folded, calmly working the pick along the thin layer of enamel that encased the marrow just underneath, the hedgehog felt much more comfortable in his work. It was relaxing, really - the sweet smells and sights of the outdoors, in the fresh air with Syna's light cresting the mountains and warming his clay. There was an odd quiet that simply wasn't there in the city - the constant bustle, the people slipping in and out of the Respite. The hedgehog could barely hear his own thoughts when walking through, even when he thought he was alone and at peace. It wasn't until he left the city entirely that he could once again hear himself, make plans.

Not that he really needed to think about the plans he'd set out for himself. They were more than just spread over the next few days - they stretched into the next few years. They were always there, whenever he closed off his nexus from his eyes. In his dreams, in every moment of respite that he had, and sometimes when he didn't even have a moment. It was hard to forget, really. These were the reasons that he was doing all of this.. the malediction, the Reimancy lessons. This was the reason he'd left Pyconia, and it would be the reason he traveled to Sahova eventually. He was going to master Magic itself.. not just a personal magic or two, or a world magic. He was going to take them all, he was going to pool them together and use them. Grow beyond this clay body and transform, change. He didn't know what it was going to be in to, just yet. Fate would decide these things.

All too soon, he found himself drawn back and tethered to the job at hand. The circle was just about finished, though he still had time to ensure that it looked the best it was going to. The morning was still young, and he outlined the circle a few more times with a few runs of the pick over the small indentations to bring them out. He wanted to make sure that the circle was bold and outlined sufficiently. Then it was time to work on the insides - which begged the big question, what to carve over the insides. That really made him pause for thought. He needed something.. something that a rat could represent that he wanted. Then he needed to actually be able to represent it with a symbol that would hopefully infuse the bone with the desired effect. What could rats do, though.. well, they could balance themselves, but that was something more affiliated with the tail. They could jump, but again.. that was something that was pretty much reserved for the leg-bones rather than the arms. They could climb.. wait. Climbing. Perfect!

It was so perfect that he nearly lost the state of concentration he'd imbued on himself. No, no no. Calm. It was a good start, but what symbol could he use that would represent it? Well.. what did people use when they wanted to climb? They used hands.. but that wouldn't do it. They used ladders.. oh, right. He nearly smacked himself. Ladders would be simple to carve into the bone as well. It was as though he wasn't even thinking of these ideas.. his mind was just being fed these things by a higher power, steering him. An eerie thought, but it pretty much summed up exactly how he felt at the moment.
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Postby Cyq on October 25th, 2014, 6:58 pm

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Soon, he was back at work again. The pick scraped gently down two neat lines either side of the circle, touching with them at the top and bottom. They wobbled a little because of the knots and protrusions in the bone - none of the bones were perfect, really. They all had slight imperfections running down their lengths - tiny growths, little knobbly parts and small dips. Possibly from age, fractures and repairs. Broken bones never healed in the exact same way as they'd grown, and with the bare bones in his paws, he could see it as well. He couldn't possibly tell what had gone on to cause the effects.. perhaps if he was a little more skilled in Auristics, he might be able to. Just for the sheer fun of it, he decided to give it a go regardless. He still had time, the Legacy was coming along well.. why not deviate for just a few ticks, to test out something new and experimental?

He slowly took a deep breath, closed his eyes off from his nexus, and pictured his mind's eye. It was a technique he'd been told, in order to help him switch from his regular sight and into his Auristic. The more he focused on the eye, the more distinct it came.. until, at last, it opened with an iris never one colour - an entire spectrum, running through all different colours, some of which he couldn't even name. The light was nearly blinding, and when he reconnected his eyes the light filled them and suddenly he could see in all the colours of the world. The trees, the rocks, the ground and the sky - everything was so much colour, in so many different ways. It was strange, almost impossible to really describe.. the way that the colours were almost language, that spoke in broken sentences. As if the entire world was made of nothing more than the writing of a page.

He turned attention quickly down to the bone, and was immediately disappointed. There didn't seem to be much there that he couldn't tell by looking at the thing with his normal eyes. The colours spoke of a rat.. killed by a Pycon.. nothing particularly interesting. It was barely several ticks of interrogation, but it was all he was willing to spend on the rat and quickly closed the eye once again, sending his vision through a quick hazing blur, as if he'd stood up a little too quickly. Then everything returned to normal again. The moment deserved a few extra chimes of sitting and contemplating what had happened, as well as ensuring the soundness of his mind. He was still rather crude in the assumptions he could gather from Auristics, which meant he had to be careful about not trying to push himself too far.

Eventually, he turned back to the last moments of work on his circle. The two bars were given smaller intersecting bars that ran down between the two of them, connecting them at regular intervals. It was a rather simplistic picture - something that could have been drawn by a young child. Of course it hadn't, it'd been carved into a piece of bone by a Pycon.. but it was still as crude as a human. Not that any of that nonsense mattered in reality - the strength of the effect on the bone didn't depend on how elaborate the design was. It was all dependent on the bone itself. The picture was simple.. and in the hedgehogs eye, that meant that it wouldn't be hard to draw out the desired effect from the bones, since there was hardly two ways to interpret a ladder.
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Postby Cyq on October 25th, 2014, 8:25 pm

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The only thing that was left, once the circle was complete and the insides rendered, was to activate the item. This was the easy part, compared to the carving and all of the other work spent trying to create the damn item. All he needed was to take out the hunting knife, and take it to one finger. He only needed a small piece of clay, which he quickly cut away and dropped down onto the circle. The wound was filled soon with more clay from inside, and the marks disappeared as though they'd never even existed. As usual, there was no sparkly flash, nothing of the sort. However, the latent power was working its magic, and he shifted the bone aside to begin working on the next one. He'd test them all out sooner or later, at some point.. but for now, his concentration wasn't focused on whether the bones he'd created so far were in fact working. He was just intent on making sure that all of the bones were maledicted and working. That was the difficult part. He could throw away the ones that weren't working in the ways he wanted - he could find someone willing to pay a gold Miza or two for it. Or burn it.

For now, he turned towards the other bones still scattered out over the small clusters of rocks. There were still plenty of arm and leg bones to be used. Two of the six arm-bones had been used, but only one of the six-turned-seven leg bones. He needed to work with more of them, he immediately decided - after all, if he kept a balance between them, he'd hopefully have a better chance of coming up with some decent effects to try and brand into the smaller bones. The fibula was indeed another one of the thinner bones when compared to the tibia - however, he stuck with his decision and took out the pick once again. It seemed he wouldn't even have use for any of the chisels that day, considering all of the narrower bones being used. Perhaps another time, perhaps not.. for now, the hedgehog really didn't care. The day was passing faster than it had before.. he'd lost count of the bells he'd spent sitting there, hunched over these bones and trying to draw from them the latent power they contained.

The circles were becoming neater, the more he made them. In comparison to others and their work, it would likely still appear shoddy and poor, considering the fact that it was being done on bone. The imperfections along its length, the fact that it was nowhere near a perfect cylinder, made it near impossible to actually create a decent circle over the surface. Even if it was done perfectly, the fact that the surface was so uneven made it appear disfigured from certain angles. Some parts jutted out far too wide, and yet one could turn the bone a different way and it would be the rest of the circle that looked abnormal. He didn't bother to put much thought into it - he just kept working, outlining the circle by scoring over the lines several times in long, light sweeps of the pick to ensure that it dug through the layers of enamel and brushed along the marrow inside.

Then came the picture inside. And the effect that he wanted to instill. Once again, just like before, he found himself sat there and utterly clueless. What was he going to do with these bones, any way. Was he going to tie them together, was he going to carry them in his paws? He supposed that his eyes hadn't ever been set on the present, really.. it was always the future. Not what he would be doing with things now, but what it would lead towards in the future. He wasn't looking at how the bones of a common mouse he'd picked up in the Unforgiving could be used.. he was looking at how his preparation, how his practice in this art could eventually help him learn how to use larger animal bones. He was looking at how his Reimancy training in the Tower would eventually enable him to seek out larger targets, to use for his maledictions.
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Postby Cyq on October 25th, 2014, 10:07 pm

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This time, he wasn't drawn towards a sudden answer, like before. It was a slow unwinding, when he returned to the thoughts of rats. He'd already done climbing.. but there was more to a rats abilities in acrobatics to just that, wasn't there. They could jump incredibly high as well.. which was a skill that could prove fairly useful to a creature that was about the same size as a mouse. He'd finally be able to jump to higher places, counters a few feet above the ground. Just like that, the intended infusion was set in his mind and he set to work with the pick. He had just the symbol to carve into the bone to represent its effect, but he regretted carving the circle and later the design that would fill it. He could have done so much more, in hindsight, if he had started with the design and then created the circle to frame it. He knew that he shouldn't be worrying so much about the aesthetics of it all, but he still felt abruptly cheated.

He'd do it different next time. For now, he turned back to the bone and took the pick to the bottom corner of the circle to begin carving a small loop that ran all the way to the opposite side of the bottom of the circle, before overlapping itself on its way back, around, and repeating the motion an inch higher. And again, and again, and again. He was carving the symbol of a coil of spring into the circle, to represent the jumping power of the mouse. He didn't know how that could really be interpreted any other way, but he was sure that something would happen to counter it. That, or just give it the wrong effect altogether. He no longer hoped and prayed vehemently that everything would go right.. he just hoped that things wouldn't go too wrong. What else was he supposed to do, after all, when the effects he infused into these bones could just as quickly turn around and bite him straight on the arse?

He could have carved the spring looping as a spiral around the entire bone, with the two circles framing it in a small ring running around the length of the hilt. It could have turned out so much nicer.. but oh well. The spring was there now, winding its way higher and higher, and both the bones and the hedgehog would have to accept the design choice. It looked a little wobbly, but when he finished and tried to thicken the curves of the line by running back over them a few more times with the pick, it only became worse - the changes in thickness made the entire thing look wonky and ill-proportioned, and so he was forced to begin running over the rest of the springs length to compensate. He was dangerously close to breaking through the enamel entirely and instead wearing the marrow just inside, weakening the bone to little more than dust held together by cobwebs.

However, soon he was done. The coil looked garishly bold compared to the thin line that represented the circle surrounding the coil of spring. Either way, it didn't matter. The second item was finished, and once again he took up the hunting knife to complete the sacrifice. He'd taken more clay than he likely should have to finish this all, but there was no point in just leaving all of these Legacies inactivated. It was the same as making a pie, and then not eating it. He was making these things, why shouldn't he benefit from the effects that they gave, no matter whether or not they were truly worth the benefit at all? Soon another chunk of clay was taken, tiny for the Pycon and nearly invisible to a human, and smeared over the circle before he set the bone next to the other three he'd already created. Syna's light had crept along the sky, and was now carefully edging its way towards the edges of the horizon. It'd be dark soon.. he should have turned and left. He should have packed up all of the bones he'd worked with, and gone home to begin another day.. but he didn't.
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Postby Cyq on October 25th, 2014, 11:40 pm

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Instead, a new idea was hitting him. It hit hard and fast, and nearly left the hedgehogs mind reeling in how stupid he'd been - after all, how could he have possibly missed something that was staring him in the face with the blatancy of a bear in the room. You could make a weapon out of these bones. You killed it with a spear, after all. Sometimes he needed to kick himself, he truly did. He'd killed the rodent with a spear of rock, impaling it through the chest. Well, what was stopping him from sharpening the tip of one of the thicker bones and using it as a sword or some kind of weapon? He could infuse it with the power of the spear that had murdered it, who knew what effect it could possibly have when it was done.. it might turn back on him, he knew that. The hedgehog had been the killer, and if he was making a weapon that would draw from the knowledge that the rat had been killed, it'd be fairly simply for the effect to turn its back on him and declare itself more effective against the rats killer than for the rat killers favour.

It didn't matter. He'd still try it, just to see if the odds would fall in his favour. It couldn't hurt, either way - he could always burn the things, he kept telling himself. Throw them on a fire and watch them burn, and with them, all of his troubles. He could sell them off if they weren't too detrimental to his own safety. For now, he wouldn't worry himself on such things - the important thing was making the thing, and later he would think more on the subject of disposing of it.. if he even needed to, that was. For this, he didn't really need to choose an arm or a leg-bone for necessity.. he could choose at random from either of them. Just for the sake of keeping things together, he chose the left femur. It meant that both of the femurs had been done.. if only he finished off the two pieces of the other humerus, then the larger bones would be sorted. The smaller bones would be harder, he was sure.. but it wouldn't be for naught, at the very least. He'd learn something from all of this.. he didn't know what just yet, but it'd be something.

For this, though, he'd need to try something entirely new. He couldn't draw out any kind of picture for this.. it just wouldn't work. He wouldn't know where to begin, and he wouldn't know how many he'd have to draw out before it was sufficient. No, he'd have to actually write this story out in words if he wanted to actually draw out the effect he desired. This meant he'd be drawing more circles that looped around the length of the bone.. except, a single loop wouldn't be enough to write out the whole story. He'd need to create several loops, running in a spiral up the length of the bone, if he was going to fit it all on. The bone wasn't exactly massive, after all. It was moderately sturdy, and he was only using a pick and not a chisel.. but it still wasn't that large. He'd need to cut down on words and spiral the words at a wonky angle all the way up the length of the bone.

The spiral came out as wonky as the words were going to, he knew it. There was plenty of wobbling all the way up the length, thanks to the constant bumps and dents in the bone that seemed to give the pick a mind of its own as it wobbled its way up the turning bone. Once it got to the top, it slowly stopped and wound itself back around at a level pace until it met up with the previous part, forming a neat cut-off point. The same was repeated at the bottom, effectively cutting off the edges of the spiral and turning it into a separate carving of his own design. At least he'd left himself plenty of room for the writing.. which was good, because he'd never had to carve actual words into bone. He knew that it was going to go horribly wrong, either way, so it didn't matter how hard he really tried.. he was prepared for failure as though it was inevitable.
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Postby Cyq on October 26th, 2014, 12:17 am

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The hedgehog knew that the words he chose would determine the effect of the malediction.. he knew he needed to be careful in what he said. However, he really couldn't think of anything to say that didn't sound utterly stupid the moment he said it aloud. There was one that he kept coming back to, but he immediately dismissed it as utterly moronic each time he said it. He couldn't ignore it, though.. it kept coming back into his head, and he had nothing else to run with. Dejectedly, he eventually settled back down onto his place and picked up the bone, with his tiny pick in hand, to begin enscribing the words into the bone, along the curve that he'd made out for himself. He couldn't even believe that he was carving the words into the bone himself, and he was the one doing it.. but once the first word had been done, there was no turning back. "A mouse, impaled on a spear. So dumb."

Anything could happen now. He'd opened it wide for any effect to take charge, with luck deciding everything for him. Oh well, he supposed.. even if it turned out to be cursed and forever marking him as a murderer, he'd just burn it. He'd throw it away, snap it into small pieces.. he could do all those things, it didn't matter really. He'd learned a valuable lesson he didn't think he would learn. He thought he was too smart, but even half-way through carving the words into the edge of the bone, he knew that he'd messed up terribly. He would never make his words too vague again.. symbols either. He'd brought terrible things on himself by doing so, especially with such a weapon. It was nothing short of a miracle that he wasn't working with a more dangerous creature, or a more powerful set of bones.. he could have caused something really terrible to happen. This could be controlled, with time and effort.

His mind was wandering too far from the work at hand. The words were becoming sloppier as he made his way higher along the bone spiral, carving each letter slowly but with each one looking more disfigured. By the time he came to the final word, spear, his mind had wandered far enough for the word to almost appear indistinguishable. A knot hit the pick, made it skewer off and crack through the layer of enamel to fracture the brittle marrow inside. Really.. I did it again. I'm such a moron. He shook his head and brought himself back to the task - repeating the final words to try and make them seem a little less like they were childish drawings and a little more like a coherent sentence explaining the death of the poor rat who's body he was busy desecrating with his own ignorance.

The writing was soon done, but the thing looked nothing like a spear. For once, he'd actually have to take out one of the tools he'd never thought he'd have to use before - though he was now incredibly glad that he'd decided to get one. It was a small file, that began carefully grinding away at the very top of the bone. He needed to sharpen it into a tip, and that meant filing away a lot of the enamel and marrow around the top in order to form a nice sharp point. He doubted it'd be all that effective if it ever came down to combat.. rat bones weren't exactly the strongest in the world, and he'd already caused it significant damage by breaking it on the inside and carving into the surface in several places. However, it'd be better than nothing if he was faced against another rat.. or a horde of rats.. and he no longer had any djed to throw at them. It'd sure beat his bare paws, to say the least.

He slowly filed down one edge until he could tell that he was really starting to wear into the length of the bone, before he switched positions and began filing in a different direction, on a different section of the bone. By keeping a slwly rounding circle as he went, he eventually managed to wear a bit of a taper to the head of the bone. It was pretty damn uneven, and the tip was still pretty rounded - he'd probably broken a significant amount of enamel and marrow on the inside of the bone by destroying so much of it. There was marrow powder all over his lap and the surrounding rocks, but he continued and switched up towards the tip to focus down on it and ensure that he got a sharp point out of it. Not sharp enough to impale something in the chest like his spear had, but.. heck, it was sharp enough really. Now all that was left was to activate it.

He took out his hunting knife and cut out a little chunk of clay from the palm of one paw, before gently smearing it over the circle. Soon it was gone, absorbed inside.. the effect was complete. And that meant it was time to turn tail and head back to the Respite, quickly - he didn't want anyone asking why he'd not been around the entire day, and not having him there to answer that question for him. That was how these damn rumours started.
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Postby Brandon Blackwing on November 25th, 2014, 6:43 pm

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  • Observation +3
  • Malediction +3
  • Planning +1
  • Carving +5
  • Auristics +1
  • Painting +1


Lore:
  • Being small has its advantages when maledicting tiny bones
  • Ambition: learn all magics
  • Malediction: aesthetics are important?
  • Malediction is like pie
  • Legacies’ effects are unpredictable

Notes:
+ Maledicted Radius: Once worn, this bone makes the wearer grow longer, harder -though not sharper- nails on both hands and feet, thus aiding in climbing. However, because the growing and retracting process is abnormally fast (a chime at most) it might be a little painful.
+ Maledicted Ulna: once worn, this bone modifies the wearers legs to aid in jumping, however, as long as it is worn, the height of their jumps will not exceed that of a rat’s when compared to the surface one is standing on.
+ Maledicted Femur (fashioned into a spear) : This small weapon will only hurt mice, and killing them will only work by impaling the rodents. Also, it has some negative effects on the user’s intelligence when used.

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