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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

Rock it and Roll it, again.

Postby Quzon on June 1st, 2018, 3:05 am

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30th of Spring, 518 A.V.


Work was work no matter how hard a person tried to paint it as fun. There were always going to be days where even the most dedicated of workers woke up with a serious urge to be anywhere else, and for Quzon today was that day. He truly did not wish to summon his Res today, for no other reason than to give his soul an extra day of rest. He would no doubt be required to use his reimancy at some point, but put it off to the last moment. He held his pickaxe in both hands, ready to pummel its sharpened tip into the rough stone of the mine wall.

His fingers tightened around the handle in a hammer grip, in the manner he often used when wielding his axe, raising the pickax up over his shoulder before swinging it swiftly forward. "I'll just used this as strength training" The building of muscle was his one true enjoyable hobby that took up most of his free time. It was his saving grace for the moment as it would get focus his mind on something he found enjoyable. It was for that very reason why Quzon always felt like physically helping out the dig team when there were no exposed gem deposits worthy enough to require the use of arcane means of extraction them.

There were several members of the Cerulean dig team located to each of his sides, all working just as hard at carving into the rockface. There was an unspoken efficiency in the way the Cerulean went at mining which Quzon tried 'not' to emulate. They were carving away at the earth with glancing blows from side to side, weakening the surface structure to send cracks rippling through stone like the braking of ice on a froze lake. One, two, then boom. Every third hit the Cerulean miners made were dead center on the weakest point. They tore through the earth with a practiced efficiency, but Quzon was more interested in forcing his body to endure the strain of intense effort, not efficiency.

"One set of endless Overhead swings to failure. Twenty over-left shoulder swings. Then twenty over-right shoulder swings."

The Half-isur spoke aloud in a broken Common filled with the heavy accent of a native Myrian to inform the diggers around him that he was about to start exercising. He mainly spoke up because he did not want the others to be surprised by his wild swings in contrast to their smooth efficiency.

He lifted the pickaxe into an overhead starting position, then brought the tip of the pick down with all of his might. The downward swing used nearly every muscle in his body: his core tightened while swinging the pickaxe, his forearms flexed to keep his grip tightly in control of it, and his back screamed from the consequences of embedding the pick as deep into the wall as possible. He let out a mild grunt while pulling the tip out of the wall. The curved tip grabbed at the earth, pulling on the stone which caused the pickaxe to resits his efforts to be retracted. Quzon realized instantly why the Akalak did not go full force when digging normally less they tire themselves out fighting against the earth.

Quzon went to work like a sprinting bull. He tried his best not to swing wildly as he brought it up over his head less he hit himself in the face. A few overzealous pulls did manage to find the handle grazing against the top of his head. Those moments just meant he needed to slow down to redouble his efforts. The wall had no yield to it at times fully denying the absorption of the tip into the stone sending that shock of the impact up his arm. It hurt like he just hit on the funny bone of his elbow, but he gritted his teeth and powered through it. The sweat building up on his forehead as he did not allow himself to stop no matter how his body started to ache.

The loud clanging throughout the mine began to fill with a cacophony of effort as many of the Cerulean started to shift away from their efficient swings to that of a powerful workout. Quzon had inspired others into the challenge of battling the earth. By the time he stopped several chimes later he had broken a fair bit of rock. As a result his arms were also dead tired and his fingers hurt from keeping a vice grip on the pickax. Quzon loosened his grip to shake the lethargy out from his arm.

"Found something!"

A deep voice to his right called out as the Miners all stopped their motions. Three of them to his left went over to the Cerulean who called out, and together they all started to focus on digging at that exact spot. Quzon set his pickax down against the wall to listen to what the Akalak were talking about. They all came to a general consensus that they had indeed found Garnet. They all move like clockwork to bring a cart close to the newfound gem deposit for Quzon to work his craft. The Cerulean moved several meters down away from the Earth Reimancers position to continue their own work so that the Half-isur could properly focus.

Quzon tapped into the calm pool of his Djed, all while walking over towards the wall to inspect the gem deposit. His eyes could only pick out the absence of color. The darkened black of the earth which only laid shade darker than raw crystalline gem protrusions sticking out from the wall at various points. Quzon figured that It must have been some manner of deep red if it were Garnet, but its color only mattered to people who cared to wear Jewelry. All he needed to do was get the earth deposits up top to be shifted through. A vibrant jungle green gas began to emit out from his body, as if he were a campfire that had just been put out, causing smoke to rise from the exposed skin of his steaming shoulders.

The soreness in his arms were momentarily overtaken by a pleasant tingling sensation that coursed along his spine, causing his fingertips to feel enjoyably electric. He willed more Res from his body than usual to get the job done quickly. The small cloud of Res the size of half his torso lingering in the air above his head.

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Postby Quzon on August 29th, 2018, 6:07 am

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He willed his Res into motion, sending it away from his body to brace up against the wall. It might have seemed like a dumb idea, but Quzon felt the will to continue working out. He move to the opposite wall behind him two meters to the right of where he left his res touching the wall, then entered into a squatting stance.

Leg strength was the foundation of the body after all. He loved to do squats whenever he had the chance, but now he was going to try to use exercise as a focus for his magic. He locked his fingers behind his head while dropping his glutes towards the ground. He held the sitting position for a moment as he let his eyes focus on the spot where his res was.

He conjured his res into a state of Attraction to pull the earth and all its held contents towards the glowing gas with just a thought. The harsh sounds of deep earth breaking away from the wall could be heard echoing throughout the mine.The Myrian watched as layers upon layers of attracted earth started to coalesce into a rock shell around the translucent blackened gas.

The previous physical activity of mining had caused beads of sweat to pour down his brow, but the added concentration of upholding Reimancy appeared to put Quzon into a sort of trance. A person did not need to just stand still to meditate. It was the determined focus on what he was doing that mattered.

His boot heels dug into the ground to send his body rocking upward into a standing position. The movements of a squat were already embedded into his muscle memory. Once he stood up, he made sure to shift his feet wider apart to grant him a far more stable stance. Then lowered his body weight back down to force his legs to bare his mass.

The entire time he never shifted his gaze away from the his blacked storm cloud of res. Twenty to thirty chimes of Squats a day in the morning and before bedtime was apart of his normal routine for conditioning. The squats were simply a challenge he had given himself. And he was not going to lose at it by losing control of his reimancy. He knowingly and with forethought produced enough Res to control up to near his limit, but his res was still within his range of control. He was fine so long as he did not put fort the effort to transmute the entire cloud into a magical elemental nature.

He dipped into a squat, holding the position for a moment before exploding upward with the force of his thigh muscles. Once he was standing he ceased the hold that his Res imparted over the earth to send it all cascading downward from the gravity of its own weight into the container. Ten chimes passed as he simply repeated his squats, guiding his Res into preforming its duty.

Quzon was in the middle of another set of squats when he stumbled upon an unexpected surprise hidden within the wall of the mine. "Stop." The words were muttered incantations to aid in forcing his res to halt its attraction as he walked over to the area where he had been digging. Quzon could think of nothing relevant that he cared to say, and reached out to take a hold of the ivory white 'stick' slumped out from the center of the crumbling wall. His touch was enough to cause it to fall.

The way it fell from the portion of the wall was far too obvious for anyone to misjudge what it was. Quzon gave a bitter, dark chuckle at the sight of a long skeletal arm dangling briefly, before falling to the ground detaching from where it was disturbed. "Huh." The short thrumming expression sounded from his through as he glanced around from side to side. None the Akalak had seen what happened yet.

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Postby Quzon on August 29th, 2018, 7:04 am

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Quzon steeled himself, gritted his jaw, and raised his hand towards his res in a chopping motion. He used the knife like gesture as a physical sign of focus to separate the small cloud of of misty res in half into two of them. The hand motion did nothing, but because Quzon willed it while his res was in his zone of control, it parted as he commanded. His other hand rose as he guided one of the gaseous clouds to his left, while the other drifted over to his right. "Who are you? And how did you end up here?" They were the only questions that he found himself asking before taking three steps to the right to remove himself from the collateral splash radius of any possible attracted stones.

The duel trigger of two separate clouds was something Quzon did when he either wanted to dig carefully around something, or dig faster depending on the size of the res he wielded. Two attractive forces pulling at a wall with the same force would expose the skeleton fast. He also knew it was going to be tiring, but uncovering his current mystery seemed worth the strain. The Reimancer pulled into his core, his djed, feeding those parts of himself into the trigger of activation.... and it felt wonderful. Only other magic users could ever feel that moment of being powerful. He was moving earth with his own will.

Each of the portions of res he controlled started to influence the earth, prying the stones from the wall to feed around the gasses.The moments flew by as he began to make a small alcove in the wall. The skull of the skeleton had been exposed first, followed by various bones of a rib cage. It was a process he continued until all the bones were revealed to him. Quzon canted his head to one side as he found it odd that the person appeared to have died in a fetal position, its other arm wrapping around something that the rib caged was blocking.

With a sharp closure of his eyes, he focused on slowing the attraction which took a few seconds longer than it should have. It was a span of time that did not go unnoticed by the Half isur. He shifted the earth over to the container to once again halt the hold of his res upon the earth to store the harvested deposit into the cart that now seemed to be overflowing.

Winter 517 plot point prizes-Bottomless Backpack - This item has enormous storage capacity. Well able to hold anything that can fit through its opening without being heavier than 15 lbs.

-3 x Magical Teases - A page, rough with age. On the page written in common is the beginning of what looks like a journal entry. There is a paragraph speaking of the beginnings of (insert magic here). If the page is handled too much it might disintegrate. No one knows what happened to the rest of the journal. This page grants the PC a lore in knowing about the magic of their choice and a 5 points in it if it is a magic that does not require initiation.

For Hypnosis, Auristics, & Shielding.

-Eversharp Dagger - This plain looking dagger holds its edge from here to tomorrow, never dulling unless faced with a magic item more powerful than its slightly magecrafted edge.

-Laviku's Mask - This clear face mask, when worn beneath the waves, allows a wearer to see clearly beneath the waves and hold their breath for upwards of ten minutes at a time before needing another.


ImageHis emerald eyes cast themselves back over the skeletal remains, invested in the oddity of the finding. He reached out to grab onto the side of the thing the remains were holding, grasping onto what felt like a leather strap. He pulled it free from the body then held it up to look over it. He wasn't sure what color it was, but it looked like a black bag made with some amount of nice leather working on it. Of course he was naturally curious about what was inside of it, so he opened it up to take a look within, then feeling around within it upon not seeing anything to make sure there were no small items, coins, or bits of parchment he was missing along the sides.

The most amazing of things happened when he reached into the bag. Where he expected his arm to touch the bottom, he felt nothing. He simply started to feed more and more of his arm into it until he was shoulder deep into the bag. His eyes narrowed in shock. Quzon would have pulled his arm out instantly but felt the touch of several piece of parchment at his finger tips. He lightly grasped around one of them between his index finger and thumb, then pulled it out.

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Postby Quzon on August 29th, 2018, 7:45 am

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Quzon glanced over the brittle piece of parchment in his hand, quickly laying it flat onto his palm when he watched the very tip of its right corner slightly chip away, floating off like a mote of dust. It was covered in writing, one that he was glad to find was in common. It took him a long moment to read it to himself as he needed to sound out many of the words. It was a moment in time which he kicked himself for not speaking the language with some fluency. "AAa..accomp. Accomplished. Hypnotists." The process went on like this for sometime until he read over the whole thing to just understand the words, before saying them in secession to where he could grasp onto the parchments meaning.

"Accomplished Hypnotists are artists of the mind, trained to wield their Djed through willpower of charisma through expression, the five senses, and sheer presence of body language in order to influence the minds of others. A beginner should try to understand the concept of Suggestion and Emotional response to understand the mind and use of those mental triggers to manipulate others."

He stared at the elderly piece of parchment for the longest time, his mind entranced with what was written on it. His body shook with a sudden sensation. It was one that felt similar to the workings of Djed when using his Reimancy, but different. He felt happy, yet empty. Like some forgotten memory had simply lost all significance to him and wasn't worth remembering. It was odd, but Quzon knew he had found something interesting. He shifted the backpack off of one shoulder, putting the parchment back into the amazingly bottomless bag, then glanced to the skeleton. It was a waste to let the bones rot in the ground, so he started to put all of them into the backpack as well, keeping the bones of his gift giver. Quzon's job was done for the day. He was sweating and tapped.

All he wanted to do was now go above ground to see what else the bag contained. He controlled his res, putting it inside of the alcove, then simply walked away from it. Once it was outside of his area of control, the res simply decayed away over a time.

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Postby Quzon on August 29th, 2018, 8:07 am

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Grading


Quzon

    Observation: 4
    Endurance: 2
    Mining: 3
    Bodybuilding: 2
    Reimancy: 3
    Hypnosis: 5

Lore
    Bodybuilding: Pickax wall smash routine.
    Mining: Efficient pickax mining swing.
    Mining: Don’t swing wildly.
    Mining: Appearance of Garnet
    Bodybuilding: Leg strength, the bodies foundation.
    Reimancy: Bodybuilding Squats as a gesture.
    Meditation: Bodybuilding as a focus.
    Bodybuilding: Proper squat form.
    Bodybuilding: Squat Daily squat routine
    Reimancy: “Stop” Incantation.
    Reimancy: Separating res.
    Reimancy: Mining with Earth Reimancy.
    Quzon: A bottomless bag?
    Hypnosis: Hypnotists are artists of the mind
    Hypnosis: Wield Djed through charisma
    Hypnosis: Suggestion
    Hypnosis: Emotional response
    Quzon: Keeping a Gift givers bones


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