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[Coalinga Mines] Earthbreaker

Postby Quzon on February 25th, 2018, 2:21 pm

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19th Day of Winter, 517 A.V.

If there was any silver lining as to the lack of a winter this season, it was that the fire reimancers who were seasonally hired to thaw the mines when they were cold were now delegated by Typhus Chivan to keep every inch of the mine well lit. Akajia herself had told the city that light was a powerful ally. And so that was taken to the furthest literal extent.

Quzon stepped off of the lift that had lowered him down into the depths of the mines while pushing a wheelbarrow. The half isur was tasked with filling the wheelbarrow with gem and was confident in getting that job done. The trip deeper into the gem mines allowed him to witness for himself that the Akalak did nothing half measured.

Torches lined every wall, hooded lanterns shined focused beams to keep bright any far patches of darkness, and glowing phosphorous stones known as opalgloams were embedded into the walls by earth reimancers where it was too dangerous to keep a flame.

"Careful."

A patrolling Cerulean called out to the half isur as he walked the mine towards the shaft where he'd been tasked to find the gem deposits of earth from the mine walls so they could then be harvested via sifting by labor workers and other reimancers above ground away from the dangers of working in the dark; which given all the lighting made darkness a hard thing to find.

"Make dangers known?" The pale Myrian spoke in gruff common. His grasp of the common language was getting better, but he still lacked in vocabulary to draw from which meant he spoke in short sentences. The Cerulean looked over the Half-Isur dressed in only a loincloth, while wearing a backpack, and a set of hunters hide; a cured bears hide that was draped around Quzon's body which made it seem like a bipedal bear was walking around as he wore its head as a helmet. "You are heading towards an area that is dimly lit and nearing the edge of the darkest regions. Use extreme caution."

Quzon gave the man a nod before moving on with his day. He found himself walking past the entrance to the mine shaft where he had lost his color vision to a Tainted Shadow. Quzon had left all of his torches within that mind shaft a few days ago, and took a moment to walk down that tunnel to see if he could find all five of the torches that he'd abandoned when he had to escape the tainted shadows. It took him hardly more than five chimes to find each of them exactly where he'd left them, then placed all of them into his backpack before leaving that mine shaft to find the area he was assigned to for the day.

Quzon relaxed into the familiar routine of the job, a comfortingly familiar thing that helped him not think of anything else while he was focused with his mind on the present. If a shadow was to appear, he'd deal with it when the time came. But for now, he let his emerald eyes follow the natural surface of the mine walls as pushed the wheelbarrow further into a dimly lit mining shaft.

Quzon learned how to spot beds of gem clusters from the Akalak geologist who were with him when he became color blind. "Find the earth along the walls that is discolored from the rest... Given the lost of my vision, it just means to find a vein of white lightly colored earth among the black stone of the walls."

As he walked, Quzon started to focus his sights on one point of the wall far ahead him him. He used that singular spot as a way to concentrate while willing the djed within his body into action. He drew upon the well of power that was his own djed. He willed that arcane energy to surge up his spine towards his mouth, and towards his lips. His every breath became deliberately slow up until he let out a soothing exhale from his nostrils that resulted in a gaseous plum of red glowing res float around his head. The size of the cloud of res was half the size of his head, but that was all he would need for the entirety of his job pulling earth.

He kept the cloud of res floating milometers away from his right ear. Quzon did that because the closer it was to him, the more control he had over the rest. He knew that half the battle of reimancy was due to res control.

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[Coalinga Mines] Earthbreaker

Postby Quzon on March 20th, 2018, 12:17 pm

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At first, he did not notice the man standing at the far end of the mine shaft, at least not consciously. Quzon froze for a moment to let his eyesight adjust on the man standing at the edge of darkness beyond what his half isur vision would allow him to see. "Show self. Who stalks like snake in tree?" He stated authoritatively to who ever was there. When the person failed to respond to him, Quzon left the wheelbarrow alone to retrieve one of his torches along with his flint and steel. He placed the handle of the torch between his legs to hold it in place as he struck the flint and steel together to let the sparking embers rain down onto the end of the torch until it was set ablaze.

The light enveloped the darkness to reveal another member of the Cerulean sitting in a low crouch within the darkness. "Stand up. Face me." The Myrian said while holding the torch forward. He took a few steps towards the crouching tattooed Akalak with extreme caution, unsure what the person was doing, but the man appeared to be talking to himself in the Akalak native language. The Cerulean seemed locked in a personal trance that seemed like he was in the middle of an argument with himself before simply hitting himself in the face in what looked like a fit of rage.

Quzon took a single step back from the Cerulean as he held the torch out in front of himself like a weapon. The Cerulean stood up from their crouch with a sly smirk replacing the angered look on their face. Their nose was bleeding from when they punched themselves, but they seemed happy have beaten themself before licking the blood away that dripped from their top lip.

The Cerulean reached to the side to grab a pickaxe that was set to lean against the wall, then held it in hand. "Been waiting for you. I'm to help you dig." The Cerulean said with a hearty chuckle. "And don't mind what you just saw. That does not happen often. I just had a long forgotten itch that needed to be dealt with."

Quzon shifted the cloud of rest from next to his head to float next to the flame. "Is mind broken? It matters not, I only care for job. If you... strike , I turn you to ash." The Myrian spoke his broken broken common in a 'matter of fact' way, warning the allegedly insane Akalak that no harm against the Myrian would be tolerated.

The Cerulean seemed to be either very confident in his ability to take the Reimancer in a fight, or just found the threat amusing. Either way, the tattooed Akalak nodded in acknowledgment. "You push, cart." Quzon said as he motioned his head towards the wheeled tool.

Quzon returned to his gem hunt once the large Akalak took their position at the wheelbarrow. He moved to hold the torch up against the side of the mines shaft wall to light it up as he searched for a section of the blackened minerals in the wall that would glow white from where it was altered due to the stone absorbing other foreign minerals that would cause the growth of gems.

The fact that he had lost his sense of color made the process incredibly difficult at he had no way of noticing grey or lightly blended difference in the stone. However, after nearly thirty chimes of walking up and down the mineshaft, he found a very obvious portion of white feldspar that matched where the geologist had found Tourmaline.

Quzon stood to the side of the portion of the wall as he used his force of will to float the gaseous plum of res to press up against the wall like a morning fog. The process of pulling earth and rock towards his res was a thing he'd grown used to doing. And yet, he still needed to focus himself on breaking earth. The Myrian began to close his eyes for a moment to concentrate on willing his res into a magnetic force to attract the earth towards it.

He pressed the gas against the wall while concentrating on its attraction. The initial response of Quzon's res touching the wall looked like acid, absorbing the wall onto the outside of his res until it was a thick floating rock egg with his res as its core.

Quzon used that core as a means of controlling the earth into floating over the top of the wheelbarrow. The Cerulean looked like they were used to seeing this action preformed by countless Geomancers, and only waited for the half isur to finish. The Myrian simply willed the attraction of his res to stop, not using it like an attack, but simply causing the earth shell to fall off of the core of res, and land into the wheelbarrow.

He cast his gaze over the contents of the wheelbarrow to find large amounts of sparkling mineral mica. The miner knew from what the geologists had told him, that the mica was a good sign that gems were near. But despite that, he knew that others above ground would shift through the earth deposits. It was his job to completely fill up the wheelbarrow.

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[Coalinga Mines] Earthbreaker

Postby Quzon on June 24th, 2018, 5:02 pm

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Quzon didn’t know how to deal with people without some kind of militaristic tendencies; tendencies set into him by the Taloban Army. He had no issue being in crowds, it was just the talking that he always fumbled with. As his eyes constantly met with those he passed,and never wavered from letting people know he was presently ready for any type of action. His gaze set on the dark skinned Akalak with his natural fierceness.

The Cerulean on the other hand seemed to be of a lackadaisical bent, although the man seemed dedicated enough to keep their body well built for combat. It caused Quzon to want to put the man to work to break his idle stance. “You,dig here.” He spoke, pointing to section of the wall ten feet to the left of where he’d moved the earth. The Cerulean quirked a smirk before moving to fill the mine with the sounds of slow slams of metal against stone.

“Good”. He nodded to himself after noting the man had no issues with a command and compile professional relationship. Quzon returned to his mining by closing his eyes for a moment to focusing on his breathing without trying to direct it; only using that concentration on his bodies natural movement as a means of focus to command the cubic foot of gaseous res back into the wall.

Djed was a form of energy that made a thing what it was, so it helped him use his res whenever he meditated on his own body. It was also the same type of focus he used when bodybuilding which gave him an added reason to focus. Once he felt as if he was in sync with his own body, he forced the gas into the crevice in the wall. His lung slowly filled with air as he imagined a rock slowly falling down a mountain, causing a domino effect that sent others tumbling down along with it.

This mental imagery was what he used to reactivate the attractive nature of his res again. The sounds of shifting earth rippled from the wall. The res was doing its job perfectly by ripping the earth towards it, forming another shell around the gassy core. The attraction was forced close to the wall to keep it from attracting earth from other sources, but even the lose dirt on the ground started to hover up to the hole in the wall.

He waited a few moments before guiding it to float over the wheelbarrow again, then repeating the processes several more times until it was filled to above capacity with shining earth that had hints of crystalline minerals within it. By the end of it, his brow had gathered a intense amount of sweat from the strain of preforming repetitive attractive res-magnifications.

A large whistle broke the Isur’s train of thought which caused him to look over at the Cerulean. The Akalak had long since stopped mining once he had noticed the Tainted Shadows linger from the mine shafts entrance way. “Not again.” Quzon huffed in agitation as he stared down his current most hated type of foe. “You. Get cart, go to lift.” It was a command the Cerulean seemed happy to preform since it got him out of the way, and left Quzon to distracting it.

Quzon knew that they attacked the closest being by trying to grab them, but were slow. He ran within three feet of the shadow to allow it to chase him. He drew it closer towards the eastern to allow the Curelan to guide the wheelbarrow away to be taken back up to the surface. The shadows were a hassle more than a threat to Quzon while he was working, but he wanted them to see him as a threat which was why he always tried to harm them in some way despite all his previous efforts being failed attempts.

He swung the burning torch in his hand at the shadow to embed the flame within the shadows body. It was an idea he had used before which failed, but he tried it again to see if it would effect the Shadow today. It took him less then a tick to realize that it had not responded to the heat of the flame in any way. Quzon sneered in rage that he still had no clue how to harm it, but knew he couldn’t stay down in the dark less more arrive and overrun him.

He darted back three steps away from the specter before taking a heated dash to run after the Cerulean before stopping short once he was a few feet away from the shadow. As a last ditch idea, he guided the ball of res into the shadow, then concentrated on his anger to let his emotions guide him. Endless fury, the light of Syna, war, Ivak. He used all those things as his triggers into willing his res to turn into a molten globe of lava. The molten earth fell to the ground shortly after he’d relinquished all control of it. It was an action that cause him to grow immensely tired, but he would rest above land as he turned tail to dash away.

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[Coalinga Mines] Earthbreaker

Postby Quzon on June 25th, 2018, 11:06 am

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Quzon

  • Observation: 3
  • Rhetoric: 2
  • Reimancy: 3
  • Meditation: 2
  • Wilderness Survival: 1
  • Intimidation: 1
  • Leadership: 2
  • Mining: 2
  • Running: 1

Lore
  • Reimancy: Better Res control when close to the caster.
  • Reimancy: Using res to attract elements.
  • Wilderness Survival: Using a flint & steel.
  • The Cerulean: They are strange or insane.
  • Leadership: Keep workers busy.
  • Intimidation: Threatening to burn people to keep the peace.
  • Geology: mineral mica as a sign to find gems.
  • Meditation: Concentration on the body to focus djed.
  • Reimancy: Lava Para-element transmutation.


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