39th of Spring, 515 AV
Late Afternoon
Just outside the walls of the Sanctuary, Aoren sat painting a Focus glyph upon his right palm. It was simple work. Around him sat several things. There was a jar of plain black paint that he was using to draw the glyphs upon his skin. Just within his reach was the iron quarterstaff that he had been practicing with as of late. His shirt sat atop the toes of his boots just next to that. Aoren drew quietly, his mind thinking through the steps of what he intended to practice that afternoon.
The shape of Glyphs came to him relatively easily after having spent years getting the hang of how to inscribe them on one surface or another. The task that he had in mind for his Glyphs that day were well suited for its most basic functions. The details of the Focus were filled in quickly at which point in time Aoren kept his palm upturned, exposed to the open air. He waited for the Focus to dry before taking up the brush in that hand beginning the work of tracing the outline of another Focus upon the palm of his left hand.
As soon as both Focus glyphs were complete, Aoren proceeded to construct proper Paths to guide the flow of energy he intended to push through his arms. The trail of runes was not overly complex in design being built to merely assist the energy in moving out of its natural position more smoothly. When both arms were complete the Drykas stood up shaking his arms to loosen the muscles there. He looked skyward watching the sun make its journey across the heavens. In just a few hours it would be nightfall. Reaching down he picked up the iron staff balancing the weight of it in his hands. The blunt weapon was a bit more aggressive than his traditional wooden quarterstaff. The principles of wielding it were the same. He merely needed to grow accustomed to manipulating the weight.
To that end, Aoren intended to direct pockets of strength into the muscles of his forearms that he might better handle the weight of the staff. He began simply by tipping one end of the staff downward rotating his wrist so that the staff spun lazily. He was diligent with his movements. His intention was not for speed at this point but for control. The better he knew how to gauge the shifting weight of the staff compared to what he was used to, the better he would be able to handle it. Aoren placed one across the other spinning the staff in a propeller like motion directly in front of him. He angled his body bringing the staff down in a sweeping motion with both hands stopping just short of hitting the dirt of the ground.
“Time to test myself.”
Opening up his mind, Aoren dove into the greater awareness of himself as he took hold of the djed Flux within his body. He grabbed a portion of it with his mind nudging the pieces that he could retain control over into the muscles of his forearms.
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Late Afternoon
Just outside the walls of the Sanctuary, Aoren sat painting a Focus glyph upon his right palm. It was simple work. Around him sat several things. There was a jar of plain black paint that he was using to draw the glyphs upon his skin. Just within his reach was the iron quarterstaff that he had been practicing with as of late. His shirt sat atop the toes of his boots just next to that. Aoren drew quietly, his mind thinking through the steps of what he intended to practice that afternoon.
The shape of Glyphs came to him relatively easily after having spent years getting the hang of how to inscribe them on one surface or another. The task that he had in mind for his Glyphs that day were well suited for its most basic functions. The details of the Focus were filled in quickly at which point in time Aoren kept his palm upturned, exposed to the open air. He waited for the Focus to dry before taking up the brush in that hand beginning the work of tracing the outline of another Focus upon the palm of his left hand.
As soon as both Focus glyphs were complete, Aoren proceeded to construct proper Paths to guide the flow of energy he intended to push through his arms. The trail of runes was not overly complex in design being built to merely assist the energy in moving out of its natural position more smoothly. When both arms were complete the Drykas stood up shaking his arms to loosen the muscles there. He looked skyward watching the sun make its journey across the heavens. In just a few hours it would be nightfall. Reaching down he picked up the iron staff balancing the weight of it in his hands. The blunt weapon was a bit more aggressive than his traditional wooden quarterstaff. The principles of wielding it were the same. He merely needed to grow accustomed to manipulating the weight.
To that end, Aoren intended to direct pockets of strength into the muscles of his forearms that he might better handle the weight of the staff. He began simply by tipping one end of the staff downward rotating his wrist so that the staff spun lazily. He was diligent with his movements. His intention was not for speed at this point but for control. The better he knew how to gauge the shifting weight of the staff compared to what he was used to, the better he would be able to handle it. Aoren placed one across the other spinning the staff in a propeller like motion directly in front of him. He angled his body bringing the staff down in a sweeping motion with both hands stopping just short of hitting the dirt of the ground.
“Time to test myself.”
Opening up his mind, Aoren dove into the greater awareness of himself as he took hold of the djed Flux within his body. He grabbed a portion of it with his mind nudging the pieces that he could retain control over into the muscles of his forearms.
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