25th of Spring, 515 AV
Mid-Morning
The bland taste of the dough weighed heavy in Aoren’s mouth. He couldn’t say he was overly fond of it but he was beginning to learn how to ignore it. Little by little he felt the chill of soulmist cool the inside of his mouth. Bringing up a hand he spat out the glob of soulmist that he’d created. The otherworldly feel of it still brought memories of his encounters with the dead to mind. The undead. That was the purpose for which the discipline of Spiritism existed, to interact with them. He had yet to experiment with that in any large-scale way. With any luck he would not have to. Aoren’s reasons for touching the magic of Spiritism were purely to protect himself and others from such creatures.
He stood in the isolation lab continuing his studies of how to better fortify the protection that he’d layered over the Sanctuary. While the work of Shielding the external walls had been largely completed it was merely the first step in what Aoren knew would be a long process. The act of protecting an entire complex the size of the Sanctuary was an on-going process that would not soon be completed. For ten days he had worked on an off touching up the Shields he had initially constructed or modifying them as necessary. Across the board they were built to protect the Sanctuary from the destructive powers of djed, their weave enchanted to absorb the magic thrown at them. Only those mages whose power was greater than Aoren’s would be able to surmount the arcane armor he’d crafted over the exterior of the compound. For the moment that was not saying much.
The Seer deposited his base soulmist into a bowl not far out of his reach. Next to it was another bowl within rested the dough that could be converted to soulmist as necessary. He would return to it shortly. Before him stood philtering apparatus, the necessary coils and tools to practice the art of refining materials that he could then purify and convert to potion form. While that was part of the focus of what Aoren wanted to achieve it was only part. He stepped up to a journal picking up his quill dipping it in ink.
“My previous attempt at capturing the properties of soulmist by simply weaving it directly into the djed of a Shield proved ineffective. It is my hope that through the process of refining that soulmist via the medium of Philtering, I might be able to isolate those properties and imbue a shield directly from there. Perhaps by augmenting the blood infused into the dough with Glyphing to focus the djed, it might yield a purer substance.”
Aoren set down his pen resting it in the crevice between the pages. He had much work to do that morning. Quietly he moved over to where he’d set his assortment of paint brushes along with ordinary black paint. Sifting through the brushes he looked over them until he was comfortable with a smaller brush that would allow him to be more attentive to detail.
Mid-Morning
The bland taste of the dough weighed heavy in Aoren’s mouth. He couldn’t say he was overly fond of it but he was beginning to learn how to ignore it. Little by little he felt the chill of soulmist cool the inside of his mouth. Bringing up a hand he spat out the glob of soulmist that he’d created. The otherworldly feel of it still brought memories of his encounters with the dead to mind. The undead. That was the purpose for which the discipline of Spiritism existed, to interact with them. He had yet to experiment with that in any large-scale way. With any luck he would not have to. Aoren’s reasons for touching the magic of Spiritism were purely to protect himself and others from such creatures.
He stood in the isolation lab continuing his studies of how to better fortify the protection that he’d layered over the Sanctuary. While the work of Shielding the external walls had been largely completed it was merely the first step in what Aoren knew would be a long process. The act of protecting an entire complex the size of the Sanctuary was an on-going process that would not soon be completed. For ten days he had worked on an off touching up the Shields he had initially constructed or modifying them as necessary. Across the board they were built to protect the Sanctuary from the destructive powers of djed, their weave enchanted to absorb the magic thrown at them. Only those mages whose power was greater than Aoren’s would be able to surmount the arcane armor he’d crafted over the exterior of the compound. For the moment that was not saying much.
The Seer deposited his base soulmist into a bowl not far out of his reach. Next to it was another bowl within rested the dough that could be converted to soulmist as necessary. He would return to it shortly. Before him stood philtering apparatus, the necessary coils and tools to practice the art of refining materials that he could then purify and convert to potion form. While that was part of the focus of what Aoren wanted to achieve it was only part. He stepped up to a journal picking up his quill dipping it in ink.
“My previous attempt at capturing the properties of soulmist by simply weaving it directly into the djed of a Shield proved ineffective. It is my hope that through the process of refining that soulmist via the medium of Philtering, I might be able to isolate those properties and imbue a shield directly from there. Perhaps by augmenting the blood infused into the dough with Glyphing to focus the djed, it might yield a purer substance.”
Aoren set down his pen resting it in the crevice between the pages. He had much work to do that morning. Quietly he moved over to where he’d set his assortment of paint brushes along with ordinary black paint. Sifting through the brushes he looked over them until he was comfortable with a smaller brush that would allow him to be more attentive to detail.