43rd Fall 5C2 AV – The Community Pool
The Community Pool was less crowded than he remembered it being the last time he had visited, but still many figures were dotted around even if they were in their clear groups. Even though Syka was a fairly open settlement, with people largely working together, it was still clear that certain people got on better with certain others. It was somewhat refreshing to still see a kind of factionalism that he was used to, even if it was purely social in nature, rather than political, or violent. It was fortunate for him, given he had decided it was the palce he would try out some exploration of his newest magic. Currently he was shirtless, bootless and resting his back against a smooth, reimancy sculpted boulder just a short way from the warming pool.
At least if something does end up happening there is a warm bath to soak the aches away in he thought to himself as he watched others interact. It was an amusing an often heart-warming hobby in Syka, where there was usually more joy than sorrow.
“You should be careful, think more upon what happened last time rather than the warm waters. Planning for failure is good, but not preventing it as far as you can first...problematic” Jade’s pointed comment cut through his study of others.
“Yes Jade, I know. That’s why you are here. I think it will be fine, the initial awakening...it wasn’t planned, with unexpected variables. This is a more planned event. I’m not ricking unnecessarily. If anything not trying to learn it would be more dangerous”
“How so?”
“Because it’s going to be all around me now. This palce bleeds magic, seeps it. You really think there aren’t some Voril weapons dotted around, which knowing my luck will falls into my lap and suddenly hold me in thrall...unless I practise? Explore?’
“You are more Nymkartan than you tell yourself...very well. I will watch over, just in case”
Alric nodded and then closed his eyes, resting the back of his head upon the stone, enjoying the warmth seeping into him from it, sensing at the edges of his awareness the stone itself, a sort of echo that he was beginning to notice as he explored his geomancy further. He ignored that, his desired resonance with something else this day – weapons. Instead, he began to regulate his breathing, sinking into himself as he slipped into the meditative rhythm he had been taught, his muscles relaxing and the stresses upon his mind easing slightly. He slipped deep into himself, to his well, suspended above it and creating the now familiar flame and bubble, making sure that all distractions were engulfed, taking his time as he felt himself ease further, progressing until he was at the comfortable place – the place where there was true presence in the moment, opening his eyes once achieved and letting his Djed trickle into him, feeling it and directing it to his eyes, illuminating them with the familiar emerald colour that showed his auristic magic was at work.
His eyes took in the various weapons he had laid upon the ground before him – all of them ‘normal’ ones as far as he knew. Zhyad was to his side for the moment, ready for later when he had tried a fw other things first, had attuned what he remembered from reading that magical tome with Taz so long ago. None of them had a particularly large aura, they seemed normal. No magic in them at all, not that he could detect. He had experimented with magical items – they both had – and these were not magical – his daggers and bagh nakh. Then he gazed upon his kukri – its aura was larger, tinted the blue he knew meant some magical association. He got the sensation of chill across the back of his neck and the smell of fresh snow. That made sense, he had given it the power of freezing himself with the gems Lys had gifted him. He then pulled off his ring and placed it upon the ground before him – it shone blue too, an inch or so larger than the ring itself, its aura clear.
He smiled and them put his ring back on, turning his head to look upon Zhyad and seeing its aura was much larger, a good foot or so around itself on all sides. It was a Voril weapon and its aura wasn't just blue...it was all colours. It seemed for all the world like a normal person’s aura, just smaller. He nodded at that. It made sense given that Voril weapons that had been used by talented mages were supposed to be almost sentient – or at least the book had said that. He felt he had confirmed that – if the aura was akin to a person's then it must be a person...just a metal one. Its colours danced, though they seemed sharper, somewhat duller, as if its metallic nature were reflected by tinting the shades of the aura.
Letting his auristics fade, he instead merely held onto his Djed, keeping open the trickling access to it as he tilted his head and concentrated upon Zhyad, listening and feeling. There was an echo there, a resonance, almost like a warmth – a welcoming open door with a fire behind it on a cold winter’s night, before Morwen had vanished. He could feel Zhyad there, a very real and physical presence despite not even touching it. It throbbed and crackled, much like a fire’s heat might do with more or less fuel. There was a distant sounding of its music, very muted and harder to hear but very much there.
“I can sense you Zhyad, without touching you. The book was right, Voril mages can sense Voril weapons,” he spoke to the broadsword and, for a moment, the music grew louder to his senses and he grinned, “I wonder...stay there Zhyad. Keep the music louder” he said, pushing himself up to his feet slowly, concentrating on keep his control, acknowledging the music but not falling into it.
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The Community Pool was less crowded than he remembered it being the last time he had visited, but still many figures were dotted around even if they were in their clear groups. Even though Syka was a fairly open settlement, with people largely working together, it was still clear that certain people got on better with certain others. It was somewhat refreshing to still see a kind of factionalism that he was used to, even if it was purely social in nature, rather than political, or violent. It was fortunate for him, given he had decided it was the palce he would try out some exploration of his newest magic. Currently he was shirtless, bootless and resting his back against a smooth, reimancy sculpted boulder just a short way from the warming pool.
At least if something does end up happening there is a warm bath to soak the aches away in he thought to himself as he watched others interact. It was an amusing an often heart-warming hobby in Syka, where there was usually more joy than sorrow.
“You should be careful, think more upon what happened last time rather than the warm waters. Planning for failure is good, but not preventing it as far as you can first...problematic” Jade’s pointed comment cut through his study of others.
“Yes Jade, I know. That’s why you are here. I think it will be fine, the initial awakening...it wasn’t planned, with unexpected variables. This is a more planned event. I’m not ricking unnecessarily. If anything not trying to learn it would be more dangerous”
“How so?”
“Because it’s going to be all around me now. This palce bleeds magic, seeps it. You really think there aren’t some Voril weapons dotted around, which knowing my luck will falls into my lap and suddenly hold me in thrall...unless I practise? Explore?’
“You are more Nymkartan than you tell yourself...very well. I will watch over, just in case”
Alric nodded and then closed his eyes, resting the back of his head upon the stone, enjoying the warmth seeping into him from it, sensing at the edges of his awareness the stone itself, a sort of echo that he was beginning to notice as he explored his geomancy further. He ignored that, his desired resonance with something else this day – weapons. Instead, he began to regulate his breathing, sinking into himself as he slipped into the meditative rhythm he had been taught, his muscles relaxing and the stresses upon his mind easing slightly. He slipped deep into himself, to his well, suspended above it and creating the now familiar flame and bubble, making sure that all distractions were engulfed, taking his time as he felt himself ease further, progressing until he was at the comfortable place – the place where there was true presence in the moment, opening his eyes once achieved and letting his Djed trickle into him, feeling it and directing it to his eyes, illuminating them with the familiar emerald colour that showed his auristic magic was at work.
His eyes took in the various weapons he had laid upon the ground before him – all of them ‘normal’ ones as far as he knew. Zhyad was to his side for the moment, ready for later when he had tried a fw other things first, had attuned what he remembered from reading that magical tome with Taz so long ago. None of them had a particularly large aura, they seemed normal. No magic in them at all, not that he could detect. He had experimented with magical items – they both had – and these were not magical – his daggers and bagh nakh. Then he gazed upon his kukri – its aura was larger, tinted the blue he knew meant some magical association. He got the sensation of chill across the back of his neck and the smell of fresh snow. That made sense, he had given it the power of freezing himself with the gems Lys had gifted him. He then pulled off his ring and placed it upon the ground before him – it shone blue too, an inch or so larger than the ring itself, its aura clear.
He smiled and them put his ring back on, turning his head to look upon Zhyad and seeing its aura was much larger, a good foot or so around itself on all sides. It was a Voril weapon and its aura wasn't just blue...it was all colours. It seemed for all the world like a normal person’s aura, just smaller. He nodded at that. It made sense given that Voril weapons that had been used by talented mages were supposed to be almost sentient – or at least the book had said that. He felt he had confirmed that – if the aura was akin to a person's then it must be a person...just a metal one. Its colours danced, though they seemed sharper, somewhat duller, as if its metallic nature were reflected by tinting the shades of the aura.
Letting his auristics fade, he instead merely held onto his Djed, keeping open the trickling access to it as he tilted his head and concentrated upon Zhyad, listening and feeling. There was an echo there, a resonance, almost like a warmth – a welcoming open door with a fire behind it on a cold winter’s night, before Morwen had vanished. He could feel Zhyad there, a very real and physical presence despite not even touching it. It throbbed and crackled, much like a fire’s heat might do with more or less fuel. There was a distant sounding of its music, very muted and harder to hear but very much there.
“I can sense you Zhyad, without touching you. The book was right, Voril mages can sense Voril weapons,” he spoke to the broadsword and, for a moment, the music grew louder to his senses and he grinned, “I wonder...stay there Zhyad. Keep the music louder” he said, pushing himself up to his feet slowly, concentrating on keep his control, acknowledging the music but not falling into it.
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