A Second Lesson

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An undead citadel created before the cataclysm, Sahova is devoted to all kinds of magical research. The living may visit the island, if they are willing to obey its rules. [Lore]

A Second Lesson

Postby Keene Ward on August 13th, 2015, 5:06 am

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The sixty-ninth day of summer, 515 AV

"Master Relos?" Keene raised a hand to the door, finding that where he had expected resistance there was only the gentle give of the simple iron as it easily slid open. Taking a moment to stare into the carefully constructed maze of doors and segments of walls, Keene stepped inside, eyeing the strange set-up the lab with a contemplative blank stare. There was enough obstruction that, if Master Relos were present, he could not see him from where he stood. Stepping forward, Keene began to wander through the structures, finding that some paths led to dead ends, requiring him to spend a fair amount of time of walking in what were essentially circles until he came across a flicker of movement at the corner of his vision. Pausing, Keene called out once more, his quiet voice drifting into the open air with a cool rise of tone. "Master Relos?"

There was a brief moment of silence before a figure stepped into view. A placid visage met with an equally neutral one, neither seeking anything more than the confirmation that the other was paying attention before the nuit replied in his own quiet voice. "Warden." Keene followed behind the shielder who gestured he do so, neither saying much as they navigated through the maze until Master Relos waved a hand towards a chair as he made his own way to sit behind a neatly kept desk. Taking his own seat, Keene moved to speak, but Relos was slightly faster. "You're back to finish our lesson, I presume?" Keene blinked before nodding. "I see." There was a pause as the nuit stared at Keene, an expression that the young man found familiar.

Taking a slow, steady breath, Keene drew his djed up and through him, running it along the familiar pathway so that it flowed into his senses, augmenting the world around him. Relos' aura was different than those he had seen before. It was massive, similar in scope to Keene's own, only there was not beat of life throughout it. Steady, silver light emanated from him, a light that was difficult for Keene to look at, as it was incredibly bright, more than he was used to. There were more things about the aura that was focused about the nuit's arms, other colors varying in size and depth, but Keene found himself drawing away, forcing the magic to fade as he flinched back, unused to the intensity of such an aura. Relos nodded, seemingly expecting the reaction. "So you've learned auristics as well. I would caution you on the speed of your magical acquisitions. Magic is no game, Warden, nor is it something to be so quickly collected."

Keene frowned, a ghost image of the light still burned into the corners of his vision. "Do you disapprove of my progress, Master Relos?"

The Nuit shrugged, as impassive as the young man he spoke with. "You have come to me for lessons in shielding, is that not correct?" Keene nodded. "It is a magic that depends heavily upon the user's discipline and forethought." Master Relos raised a brow, "And I am merely reminding you of that. What you do with your time and where you invest your efforts is your choice, Warden."

"...I see." Keene found the Master's manner of speech refreshing. "I have more specific questions this time, if I may ask them?" The nuit's head dipped in confirmation. "When we last spoke, you said that shields could be given multiple tasks. Can a shield be given tasks after its initial creation, and if so, how many?"

The nuit sat back into his chair, folding his hands over his lap as he stared back at the Warden, eyes as shielded as the magic he worked with. "A shield is more than a simple spell, like a reimancer's flame or a voider's portal. They are living creatures, extensions of our own djed. A child who is too young can only be taught so much before one must wait until it has matured. Shields are similar in this way, in that the longer they exist or the more complicated they are at their creation, the more they can learn and the more readily they do so." He paused, his head tilted slightly in question. "As shielders, we have the ability to alter the djed of the shields we create. When you task a shield, you weave the djed in such a way that the entity it represents knows how to handle djed that is similar or identical. A single task is a single lesson. A shield can learn as much as a shielder can teach it. Does that answer your question?"

Keene nodded, a slight frown about his lips. "And how do you teach a shield? I have... altered weaves to incorporate new djed, but it is a lengthy process."

"Yes, I imagine so. The more complex the task and shield, the greater the time required to craft it accordingly. Though," He tapped his bottom lip, the only physical expression of contemplation he offered, "If the target djed is available you can train the already present shield to recognize it and subsequently create a task involving it."

"So one does not have to involve however many tasks within the primary creation nor patch with new tasked djed in order for a single shield to have multiple purposes?"

Master Relos nodded. "Correct."
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A Second Lesson

Postby Keene Ward on August 13th, 2015, 5:38 am

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Keene stared down at the desk for a time, digesting the answers and information he had been given. When he spoke again, it was slowly said, though as he finished his pale grey green eyes rose to meet the nuit's. "What of the tasks themselves? I have seen shields... Regain djed that should have been lost."

The nuit nodded, "Yes. There are specific tasks beyond simple rejection or allowance. For example, if you were to weave into the nature of a shield that... Lightning was a source of energy as well as something unwanted within the shield's field, it would drain small amounts of compatible djed, strengthening itself while simultaneously weakening the lightning." He paused, taking a moment before elucidating. "It would be marginal, however, with something as powerful as lighting. If it were something small, like an insect or breeze, the djed may be more completely absorbed. In either case, it is something that you should be able to do with little issue once you get a feel for the proper nature of the weave." With a careful hand, Master Relos set a piece of paper in front of Keene followed by a dagger. "Ward this paper against the dagger's edge."

Without question, Keene set a hand on the paper, his djed already easily accessed from his earlier draw upon it slowly drifted from his palm. The mist was cool and opalescent, fluttering over first the dagger, drawing upon the steely djed, before it set over the paper, curls of frost solidifying in an icy shell that held a glittering hint of prismatic tinting. The Nuit lifted the dagger, tapping it against the shield, eliciting a pale white flash of light. "Now, teach the shield to absorb the djed, not just block it." With a nod, Keene gazed down at his sheild's weave, the several chimes taken to construct it doubling as he carefully moved through the various fractals, shifting them with intention so that they better reflected his own will. While he worked, Master Relos watched with quiet observation, occasionally directing Keene's attention to a specific part of the djed weave with a silent finger. When the adjustments were made, Master Relos held the dagger out to Keene, "Test the edge as it is now." Carefully, Keene pressed the tip of his finger against the blade, finding it easily sliding through the first few layers of skin. "Now..."

The blade was slid across the paper, a faint glow of iridescent light emanated from the shield, disappearing once the weapon was removed. Again, it was placed in his hands, and Keene found that the blade had dulled some. It wasn't enough to make the weapon useless, but it was noticeably lacking the razor's edge it had held before. "Interesting."

"It certainly is." Master Relos ran a thin finger over Keene's handiwork, the frost responding to the wizard's influence. Unsure what exactly he was doing, Keene drew upon his auristics, the djed rising within him to reveal the steady, dull pulse of the opalescent aura of his shield. He could see a shift in the shield's nature, an addition of a thin blue line that he assumed to be Relos' magical signature along with a more substantial emerald. Unlike the rest of the aura, the green pulled at the surroundings as if it were searching. As Master Relos worked, the emerald grew slightly lighter, and Keene could hear a soft, steady beat in the back of his consciousness. "What do you see, Warden?" The hand had been drawn away, and knowing what he would see if he lifted his gaze in response, Keene kept his focus on the shield.

"I see... Something new." He turned to stare at the layer of frost itself, further examining the gentle beat of the djed's aura. "It... Has a pull." His eyes had drifted from the shield's aura to that of the desk around it. He could see the thin aura of the wood, a history of life faded, drawn towards the paper, flecks of the greyish brown fluctuating in size, the aura shivering under the influence.

"Anything else?"

Keene frowned, turning his focus back to the shield, forcing his vision to return to normal as he pulled the magic from his senses. "The weave is different."

Master Relos nodded, "Yes."

"You can alter the weave of a shield?" Keene found the potential of other shielders interfering with his work a dangerous notion.

"Sometimes. If the shield allows it."

Keene's frown lifted some. "I see." There was more to creating a shield than just creating it, it seemed.
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A Second Lesson

Postby Keene Ward on August 13th, 2015, 6:32 am

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"Time will teach you more, Warden, but do not allow yourself the comfort of complacency in your studies." Master Relos rose with Keene a tick behind him. "Shielding is a living magic, and as with all life, there is always something new to discover." Keene nodded, his concepts of shielding altered enough that while he wasn't quite sure if Master Relos spoke in the expository or the more metaphorical, he did understand that there was more for him to learn, to discover, on his own through his own devices. "It is a very personal magic, one that grows and changes as much as the one that uses it. Understand this, and there is little you can not do with it." He moved towards the labyrinth, a slight gesture indicating the path that Keene should take. "But, above all, do not forget patience, Warden. That is, by far, the greatest asset a shielder can lay claim to."

"Your advice is appreciated, Master Relos."

The nuit nodded. "I'm sure that it is, Warden. I wish you luck." He drew a small, dark ball from his pocket and placed it in Keene's hand. Saying no more, the nuit headed off into the maze.

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There was much to consider, even before the grape sized ball in his pocket; so much, that as Keene stepped out into the courtyard, he only noticed the beginnings of the hail when he felt a sharp pain against the top of his head. The first was quickly followed by several more, before Keene retreated to stand beneath the Gug Andjak's door. Soon after, a raucous clatter drowned out the citadel's silence. The storm itself was calm, unlike its thunderous cousins before it. There was a placidity to the hail, tumbling from the sky in a cacophony that did not accurately reflect the sky's intention. It was pacific, so much so that Keene did not notice the time pass as he stared into the downpour. The weather helped him think, or perhaps more accurately, helped him stop thinking. Master Relos had given him a wealth of information, a mandate, and an object that was most certainly shielded from more than just sight alone. It was all information he wanted to explore, to pick apart, and to understand, but as he gazed out into the hail that fell in ever increasing size and volume, Keene let the soft cold of the weather pass over him, not minding the bells that passed.

When the first shielder's stepped form within the Gug Andjak's quarters, Keene watched them with a marginal amount of curiosity, wondering if it was time that he head back to the ravine to check on the camp that was most certainly not warded against the rocks of ice tumbling from the sky with force enough to break branches and leave small dents - even cracks - in the stone. As more gathered, however, Keene found the spectacle far more interesting. His djed drifted around him, the relaxed state from his meteorological meditation making it a simple matter, gathering the information of the hail in a soft cloud before returning to him, swirling slowly around him as it gradually encrusted him in a layer of protection. He took several more chimes to adjust the weave, adding in a second task to absorb the hail as well as deflect it. Taking a step out into the icy deluge, a sharp flash of light as his shield rejected the hail's onslaught before fading into a steady glow as he made his way over to the other figures.

They had begun their own work, some moving their hands, others chanting, while a very few stood perfectly still. Unable to see what it was they were working on without assistance, Keene drew on his djed, taking a few chimes to calm his breathing before allowing the magic to fill his senses. Within ticks, he was able to see the shield that the wizards were working to adjust, a massive structure that, though his improved sensory abilities were able to sense the scope to a certain extent, was large enough that he could not see the shield's beginning nor end. It extended up into the sky, bending inwards to suggest that it was a dome, rather than the more familiar "film" nature of the shields he had worked with before. For the most part, the wizards ignored Keene's presence, though some offered the Warden condescending scowls from time to time as he stared.

When they had finished, the hail was stopped completely, silence once more returning to the courtyard and the wizards returning to the building they had come from. He found the entire situation incredibly efficient, certainly something to expected from the wizards of Sahova. Pulling the djed away from the pathway of his magic, Keene let the visions of auras fade. From what Master Relos had said, a shield was only something he could work on if it allowed him. He doubted, without any question, that the citadel's shield was something beyond his clearance to interfere with. Instead, he turned towards the Vestibule, finding that he had wasted enough time for one day.
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