Terrorist [Closed]

In which Hadrian leaves the Ebonstryfe a present before fleeing the city.

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

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Postby Hadrian on November 19th, 2011, 9:31 pm

5th Fall, 511 A.V.
nearly midnight

The building was perfect. Venidus had found him exactly what he needed, an empty place close enough to the center of power to be effective and far enough away that it would not be unduly watched, and the few people he didn't want harmed had been warned. At least, those he could trust to keep a secret. The others, he assumed, would hear report of what was to come and stay at home behind closed doors. Well, one could not look after everyone all the time, and since his work as a spy had not gone over exceptionally well, the least he could do for his Syliran homeland was strike a blow against the Ebonstryfe.

His plan would have been beyond him if he were merely a Summoner, but his classical education had given him a background in more complex Glyphing, and his studied were wide, his experimentation always innovative. Chalking out a huge focused circle, the most complex circle he was capable of controlling, he filled out the astral coordinates for Shoyden, the which he had learned from a helpful Memosite. But the focused circle required two inner circles, one pulled off kilter from the central, and support lines throughout, the interior of the circle becoming more complex than before, though not nearly so complex as the sigils-within-sigils that his magecrafting experiments became.

Outside of the inactive summoning circle, he scrawled a careful wreath of glyphs, thicker and thicker as the layers increased, lines binding to each other as if he expected an all out assault on his work. The chain-glyphs all linked to one focus, the which he would infuse with another magic.

Then another circle, separate and smaller, surrounded by yet another. But inner circle's trigger faced inward, the outer circle's faced outward, whereas the circle around the summoning circle faced inward. Only another magus would have any idea what he was doing, and only with a certain amount of experience. His glyphs hearkened back to old runes and high magical scripts, but every magus had their own system of codifying magic, and while there might be similarities, they were always different.

Glyphs and glyphs, circles within circles. He realized then that hours had passed, but he was not yet done. It was then he began on the walls.
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Postby Hadrian on December 7th, 2011, 6:47 am

Hadrian's arm made slow pinwheel movements, his knees bending and stretching as his larger glyphs began to encircle the walls of the main foyer. The ceiling was too high to reach without a ladder, and so the geometry of his layout both linked to the circles in the floor and aimed the potential djed channels upward, modified such that the djed would follow pathways up, across the ceiling, and back down into minor receptor glyphs in the walls. It took a good hour all told, but by the end, even the door out was covered with interlocking glyphs, using many different colors of chalk to help him see with his mundane sight what he would sense later as the magic actually followed his written stimuli.

Finally the groundwork was laid for the real magic to begin. Hadrian always worked with meticulous detail, building upon past successes in new and innovative ways. He knelt facing the wall opposite the door and began to take control of his breath, which eventually took him into a near trance state where his channels were open to absorb most effectively that djed which came from the air and the light. He had already carefully prepared himself with frequent, nutritious meals since meeting up with Sondra again, preparing his body to hold as much energy as possible for his work.

When he was absolutely focused, his hands came up over a clever focus glyph and slowly he began to produce his admittedly inferior Shield energies. The stuff came out like molten glass, bubbling and inconsistent, but the glyph lit up instantly, and that Shield energy ran slowly through his latticework of glyphs like blood through veins. At some point it reached maximum capacity and he, in tune with his workings, ceased to produce further energy, instead allowing his body to slowly accumulate more through its natural processes as the glyphs spread his Shield energy into an eggshell surrounding this room, invisible, but blocking out djed as was its wont, and sound, as was the purpose he charged it.

He opened his eyes and moved to kneel within the smaller circle. To his senses, the room was alive with his glyph-sustained barrier, but from without, it would appear as a blank space to any Aurist not so skilled as he. And he could scream bloody murder now and nobody would hear him. Again allowing his attention to focus inward, then outward, he began his meditative work anew, this time sharpening a part of his aura until it reached out and impaled a focal glyph in the sigil surrounding his summoning circle.

Pouring hypnotic suggestion through his aura, he concentrated on feelings of peace and calm, lassitude and exhaustion. He remembered how tired he had been once Sondra had found him wandering the streets of Ravok after what he could only assume was a Summoning by the gods, or some other trickster demon. Once she had fed him and warmed him up, he hadn't even had the strength to stand up and stumble to bed, but had fallen asleep right there at the table, pushing his empty plate out of the way.

The sigil charged much slower this time, the hypnotic power more subtle though his control over it was higher. Right at the end, he changed everything to a sudden bolt of agitation, fear, and rage. Whatever came out of that summoning circle and crossed the sigil would drop like a ton of bricks into the realm of slumber, but its waking would not be happy.

Sighing, he leaned back on his heels. Two more sigils to activate, and then the merest of blood-lettings, and this plan would be ready for fruition.
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Postby Hadrian on January 5th, 2012, 4:02 am

Once everything was in readiness, Hadrian knelt in front of the eclipsed Summoning circle and began to calm his breath. The meditation helped him focus, make better use of his reserves. With a flick of his wrist, he nicked the pad of his thumb on his dagger, then pressed the slightest of wounds into a trigger rune set into the Summoning circle, and a blood-red glow began to seep through it. When the glow met its partner on the opposite side of the circle, the inner workings began to light up, pulling something within Hadrian off-kilter too as it searched Shoyden for what he seeked: a flock of glassbeaks.

As his circle began its work, he stood and knelt down in the smaller circle-pair. Once inside, he blasted trigger with a steady flow of green res, his last line of defense should things go awry. When the chain of glyphs was fully charged, it began to react with the secondary circle, which would alter the output of the first if such an output became required.

But that was the last line of defense, and the Summoning circle was tugging at his attention through the blood-link. He began to Flux djed into his body, muscle and bone, nerve and sinew, because one could never be too careful.

It came through, the first glassbeak. It was not large, about half the size that his circle could handle, amorphous and not quite solid until the entirety of it came through. He began to hyperventilate a little, trying to keep his nerves and breathing under control. There was nothing to be done but release it. This was that to which he had committed himself.

There was a snap within and the glassbeak, eyes having fixed on him, charged screeching from the Summoning circle, but the flare of hypnotic power struck it and it stumbled, confused and exhausted, to fall on its side, dead asleep. Hadrian took a deep breath, and muttered an incantation, a call. A second formed, larger than the first, and much the same occurred, although his hypnotic wall took longer to take effect, which made him nervous.

The structure of the Summoning circle was weakening. Perhaps he should have made separate circles for how many glassbeaks he wanted to summon. Next time. Next time. But before he could shut down the circle, the largest one yet appeared, almost too big for the physical size of the circle, and the circle shuddered and shattered as soon as the great beast was through, leaving little trace. It charged through the hypnotic wall, draining it of the last of its power, the sigil blasting itself out of existence.

It wobbled, punch-drunk, toward him and Hadrian finally felt true fear. It was confused, and might even fall asleep, but not before it reached him and even confused, it could kill him easily. He ducked, speed increased by that earlier Flux of djed, as the trigger went off and a whorling cocoon of earth, the secondary circle crystallized its structure into a diamondine egg. The great glassbeak crashed into it, but could not penetrate it, and Hadrian sent a blast of hypnotic suggestion through the warped prism of his safety to finally send the great beast into slumber.

It took him a few minutes to collect himself enough to produce enough res to work through his own barrier, the which shattered as soon as he passed through his circles leaving heaps of useless graphite dust and strange circular marks where all his circles had been. But the walls and ceiling remained Shielded; no sound had passed outside. All the same, Hadrian stood among three sleeping glassbeaks, and decided the time had come to leave.

He slipped through the door, leaving the scene of the crime behind, his steps held steady with Fluxed energy. Sondra would have Adrasteios saddled, bridled, and packed for him. It was past dawn now, hours of work behind him, and he could only hope that he was on the ferry and bound for the mainland before the destruction began.

A blow to the Ebonstryfe, to the Black Sun, and to Rhysol.
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Postby Verilian on March 6th, 2012, 8:08 pm

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Lores: Summoning Glassbeaks

Notes: It's too bad we didn't actually get to play this out.. but.. I'll go ahead and post what happened.


The hypnotic effect didn't last long. Hadrian had just enough time to escape to the ferry leading out of the city. When he reached the far shore the events that followed his leaving were already over, but Hadrian would never know exactly what happened. His horse and friends were waiting, and he was soon on his way.

..but the Glassbeak, they did wake. Shortly after Hadrian was gone the first, the large one, rose, letting out a shriek of anger. This woke the other two, and all three tore their way out of the building. The largest of the Glassbeak ran straight down the narrow walkway next to the canal outside the small building. An old woman was just leaving her house to empty her chamberpot into the canal when she spotted the beast. The pot went flying, the beast leaped upon her and tore her to shreds.

More carnage followed as the frenzied glassbeaks rampaged through the city, killing seven people before the city guard was ever able to respond. The guards fought valliantly, but even a group of Drykas hunters would find a lone glassbeak a challenge. The Ravokian's didn't stand a chance against three. The guards were easily dispatched, though to their credit they did manage to kill the small one. Still, there were two more and the innocent citizens of Ravok were the ones to suffer. More so when the first of the Ebonstryfe arrived.

Glassbeaks were dangerous, but there was another creature that was far worse. The keeper released his charge and the creature ran forward toward the remaining two Glassbeaks. It was horrific to behold. The creature, the Dravlak, tore into the smaller of the remaining Glassbeaks. The bird let out a shrill cry of pain as the Dravlak's claw grazed it, unleashing waves of chaotic energy into its body and destroying it from the inside out.

The last Glassbeak turned and started to run, but the Dravlak pursued through the city and into the courtyard of the Vitrax itself. The keeper quickly regained control of his monster, yanking it back with invisible chains as the Glassbeak was suddenly met by a handful of Chaon. It lashed out at the nearest who just barely managed to dodge it, giving another time to touch the bird with his mark. An arrow flew from one of the Ebonstryfe's bows and caught the Glassbeak in the leg, sending it to the ground, while another of the Chaon applied his own curse.

The crowd parted as a new man approached, a tall and daunting figure with pale white eyes. The Glassbeak stuggled to it's feet and tried to escape, but quick as an arrow the man darted forward and grabbed it with his bare hands, pinning it back to the ground. He leaned over the bird, whispering something below his breath, and it began to calm. After a few last violent shakes the Glassbeak went still, falling once more into slumber. "Take it below," the man said as he rose and went back inside the building. The Ebonstryfe present all nodded respectfully, and the Glassbeak was dragged inside.
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