2 Fall 518 Casting about with his eyes, Crylon examined the wooded area about him. He was not that far from Ravok's lakeshore, if it was full night some of the lights would still be visible from business and buildings there if he turned himself about to look in the correct direction. As it was night was approaching, but it was still day time and the sun was not quite set. Crylon had risen early in the city, and headed to the lakeshore later in the day. After stopping by the dojo for a quick spar and bit of muscle work to keep from losing definition, he had headed out further away from the lakeshore and its structures. There, away from prying eyes and intrusions, he planned to practice his magic. He had learned a bit of various magics back in Sultros, but beyond the basics had not had much of a chance to expand upon them. This was something he planned to remedy in the best way he knew how. Practice, training, diligence, and doing, these were his standby's. Once he was done, he hoped before it got too dark out, he planned to head back to the lakeshore to rent a cheap room and stay the night. He had not bothered to bring too much with him, leaving most of his things in his room in the city. An axe, in case he needed to make something. His club, in case he was attacked by some beast before it got too close. And of course his own body, as deadly if not deadlier a weapon if used properly, one he was still working on honing into a true instrument of Izurdin's will. And a better weapon than the club when up close, if nothing else but due to the fact that he had it his entire life and was rather unskilled in using the weapon. Finding a small open area, large enough for him to lie down if he wished but not for much more, Crylon chose that as his spot to work. Sitting down with his legs crossed, Crylon reached forward with his left arm, shoving the fingers into the grass to slide into the dirt below. Clenching his hand he pulled up a clod of grass and dirt, revealing the soil beneath. Throwing the grass clod aside Crylon let his fingers sink into the soil, focusing on the feeling of the dirt below him. Grabbing a handful he let it trickle through his fingers slowly to fall back into the hole, some bits being blown away on a sudden stray wind. Calming his mind as best he could, Crylon next focused on the task at hand. The magic. Before he could do any Reimancy, he needed to make res. He had done it before, along with some other basic things, but at the time he had been under the direct instruction of his initiator. Now he had to remember it on his own, recreating the process as best he could without such advice or direction. Not as easy a task. The res was within him. It was him. He simply needed to bring it out. Focusing inwardly, Crylon imagined a fluid inside of him, flowing about just below the surface of his skin. He then imagined this fluid flowing outward, exuding from his pores like magical sweat. Opening his eyes, he half expected to see just this happening. With a bit of consternation however, he found that nothing had happened. Another approach perhaps?, Crylon thought to himself. Opening his left hand, holding the limb up at chest height and holding the palm facing upward, Crylon willed the magical substance to exude outward. Staring at the limb he focused on this intent, willing it to happen. A twist. A turn. A bead of sweat running into his left eye causing the sting of salt... And still nothing. A bit aggravated, Crylon cried out in Isur, the tongue he fell back to so often when not trying to communicate with the locals. “Izurdin's cold forge, what am I doing wrong!” Clearly, Crylon knew, he was approaching this wrong. But oddly enough he could not quite recall how he had done the magic before, as under direct instruction it had seemed simpler. But now, time having passed and him never having gotten to skilled, he could not recall. Focusing his mind Crylon dug into his memory, his curse making him think back to the forge he had learned to smith on as a child. He vaguely recalled that when he had first tried to exude res, he had been thinking of that place. Perhaps that was the answer? WC: 776 |