44th of Spring, 515 AV
Mid-Afternoon
Aoren couldn’t remember the last time that he’d sat down and spent time to actually construct a purposeful scroll of power. Most of what he’d made over the past year had simply been sigils drawn upon the surface of his own skin in an attempt to direct and focus his own djed. The last time he’d attempted a scroll it had not ended so well. Much time had passed since then. Aoren felt much more confident in his abilities as a Glypher these days.
The Drykas sat in the Within library at one of the study tables. Arrayed about him were sheets of blank parchment, a jar of black paint, and the brushes that he had become so familiar with. Sitting forward in his chair Aoren picked up one of his fine detail brushes dipping it into the black paint. He brought a sheet of parchment forward touching the brush to the surface beginning the work of tracing a Focus. Glyphs were simple things. They were a work of art drawn to give meaning to something else. That meaning was what Aoren directed it to be. For Aoren it was like writing a sentence with shapes and symbols not letters. He took great care with the runes that he drew around the Focus. The Barrier of the scroll was perhaps the most important part. While simple in its fundamental design, Aoren had learned that by rushing through the construction of the Barrier, the scroll would most certainly malfunction.
There was an apartment in Syliras with a scorch mark upon the stone floor to attest to that fact. The memory brought a smirk to his face. In short order the Barrier was completed leaving only the Trigger to be mapped out accordingly. Aoren set his paint brush down contemplating on how best to fashion the Trigger to release the magic he intended to store within the scroll. He did not want to make the Trigger so broad that there was a chance it could be activated at random. Nor did he want to attempt to make it so specific that only he could utilize the scroll. He sat staring at the unfinished scroll pondering for a few moments. Taking up his brush Aoren wrote out the specifics of the Trigger slowly and methodically. Aoren keyed the Trigger to a vocal command spelling it slowly.
Power contained, be now unrestrained.
Setting his brush aside, Aoren drew upon his djed opening himself up to the lingering awareness on the edge of his consciousness. He dove into the river of his djed Flux swimming through the current until he found a point where he could anchor himself. Standing firm in that mental strem, Aoren stood there in the rapid stream of energy flowing through him. With an even breath he drew to himself the strength of will needed to become a boulder capable of redirecting those tumultuous powers into focused intent. Closing his eyes he brought his right hand forward touching it to the Focus of the scroll.
Mid-Afternoon
Aoren couldn’t remember the last time that he’d sat down and spent time to actually construct a purposeful scroll of power. Most of what he’d made over the past year had simply been sigils drawn upon the surface of his own skin in an attempt to direct and focus his own djed. The last time he’d attempted a scroll it had not ended so well. Much time had passed since then. Aoren felt much more confident in his abilities as a Glypher these days.
The Drykas sat in the Within library at one of the study tables. Arrayed about him were sheets of blank parchment, a jar of black paint, and the brushes that he had become so familiar with. Sitting forward in his chair Aoren picked up one of his fine detail brushes dipping it into the black paint. He brought a sheet of parchment forward touching the brush to the surface beginning the work of tracing a Focus. Glyphs were simple things. They were a work of art drawn to give meaning to something else. That meaning was what Aoren directed it to be. For Aoren it was like writing a sentence with shapes and symbols not letters. He took great care with the runes that he drew around the Focus. The Barrier of the scroll was perhaps the most important part. While simple in its fundamental design, Aoren had learned that by rushing through the construction of the Barrier, the scroll would most certainly malfunction.
There was an apartment in Syliras with a scorch mark upon the stone floor to attest to that fact. The memory brought a smirk to his face. In short order the Barrier was completed leaving only the Trigger to be mapped out accordingly. Aoren set his paint brush down contemplating on how best to fashion the Trigger to release the magic he intended to store within the scroll. He did not want to make the Trigger so broad that there was a chance it could be activated at random. Nor did he want to attempt to make it so specific that only he could utilize the scroll. He sat staring at the unfinished scroll pondering for a few moments. Taking up his brush Aoren wrote out the specifics of the Trigger slowly and methodically. Aoren keyed the Trigger to a vocal command spelling it slowly.
Power contained, be now unrestrained.
Setting his brush aside, Aoren drew upon his djed opening himself up to the lingering awareness on the edge of his consciousness. He dove into the river of his djed Flux swimming through the current until he found a point where he could anchor himself. Standing firm in that mental strem, Aoren stood there in the rapid stream of energy flowing through him. With an even breath he drew to himself the strength of will needed to become a boulder capable of redirecting those tumultuous powers into focused intent. Closing his eyes he brought his right hand forward touching it to the Focus of the scroll.