[Sanctuary] Associations

by **Elem Bree** on November 23rd, 2012, 9:52 am

44th of Fall, AV 512

Having had time to absorb some of the material he had read during his time in the library, Elem believed that one of those disciplines would be intuitive enough to practice on his own: Auristics. Sitting at his desk with several candles lit, he decided to begin with something simple, taking his Antiquities Society medallion from around his neck. It was something he always wore and being an inanimate, physical object, he suspected it would be the easiest thing to start with. Placing the small circlet of gold, emblazoned with the compass rose of the Society, on the desk before him, Elem touched it with his fingers as if it might do something.

It was a simple thing to do, as more and more examples of Djed had been presented to the Zeltivan over time. However, in this case, he knew that Auristics was a passive discipline and he would not be manipulating the Djed of this object, rather sensing and analyzing it. His eyes traveled over it, moving over its shape and breadth, until he began to notice something akin to a shadow around it. A second circle, slightly larger, encompassed the compass. At first, he found that it was better to look at it indirectly, using his peripheral vision. This made what could only be the aura more prominent. He had to focus, however, devoting his full concentration to the task at hand.

Squinting in the candlelight, he kept moving his eyes around the circular field, expecting to see some sort of color or visual representation, though he also did not expect that at all. What was beginning to occur was entirely different. It was the tactile sensation of cool metal that Elem noticed first, though he wasn't entirely sure where he was sensing it. His fingertips had no change in their feeling, but he could somehow just tell that it was metal. He also felt that if he had a way to guess at weight, he would be able to know the medallion's. Another important finding was a strange frequency, though again Elem could not place where he was sensing it. It just was. It wasn't a sound per se, just a strange particular wavelength that came from the item.

by **Elem Bree** on November 27th, 2012, 4:43 am

Elem wanted to write what he was feeling down, but he feared that a lapse in concentration would send him back to looking only at a medallion. He would just have to do his best to remember the sensations or get better at this and it could come to him easier. How would he experiment further, though? It was his eyes doing the work, wasn't it? He wiggled his fingers around, testing to see if it foiled his concentration. It did not. Satisfied with this result, the next step involved standing from his seated position, a feat accomplished by slowly rising up off the chair and then gently scooting it backward with his foot, his attention still focused on the medallion. The strange frequency kept on unerringly.

Slowly combining the previous two feats, he reached gingerly into his pocket and fished out a handful of mizas, placing them on the table to the right of the medallion. Elem noticed the frequency gaining in strength, his attention suddenly blurry, if that was what it could be called. The fluctuations forced him to close his eyes, his hand coming to the bridge of his nose and rubbing them, the wavelength receding. After a moment of rest and silence, he opened his eyes again, looking at the mizas.

There were six golden mizas and two silver mizas. Looking back at the medallion and then to the mizas, he wondered about the succession of events. Bringing his journal over, he noted the metallic sensation and then the frequency and how the presence of the mizas had amplified and skewed the energy. The medallion was gold. The mizas were gold. The mizas were also silver. Elem was beginning to understand this method of study frokm the laboratory, so he moved the silver mizas away, covering them with a piece of parchment.

Bringing his focus back to the medallion, he noticed the initial sensations came easier, the aura's appearance and the tactile feelings. The frequency returned and he used his left hand and slowly moved it toward the golden mizas. That way he could keep his focus on the medallion. The frequency became stronger but lacked the strange warped quality it had held previously. He deduced that he was sensing the presence of gold with his Auristics now, the other different frequency representing silver.

by **Elem Bree** on December 11th, 2012, 6:19 am

Looking at his notes and then fingering one of the mizas, there was something that seemed to still elude the Zeltivan. Sliding all but one golden miza beneath the parchment with the silvers, Elem began to focus again on the two items, the shifting presence of a thin aura revealing itself once more. The frequency returned as he focused on both items, but he then began to slide the miza farther away, the space between them creating a strange effect. The medallion, pure in its substance, hummed clearly with the established frequency. The miza's frequency was dulled. Elem nodded in satisfaction.

The miza was a gold rimmed stone. Its traces of gold were pure, but they were not even the bulk of the mass of the currency. Elem placed his finger on the medallion and slid it beneath the parchment, keeping his focus on the miza. Now, with no distraction, he focused more on the stone itself, rather than the invisible hum of its golden rim. He could feel the cool, smooth sensation that one often felt when they held mizas, though in the world he lived in, they did not remain in the hand for long. especially in Riverfall.

It was a shame that Elem didn't have an assistant or partner to work with, as he wondered if it was possible to detect quanity of mizas. It might come in handy some time, especially when clients claimed poverty after healing services had been rendered. He had forgotten how many mizas he had placed under the parchment, so he slid the remaining one beneath as well. Focusing on the parchment, he found it terribly distracting to try to differentiate between the paper, the medallion and the various mizas. He was over reaching, though he was unaware if overgiving existed in this form.

Best to err on the side of caution, Elem let the auras slide away, the humming of the metals slowly subsiding as well. His senses seemed very acute still, too much so. It felt like a kind of itching sensation somewhere in his brain. Maybe not his brain, but some location where the sensations came from. He had to close his eyes, finding the lack of stimulus soothing. He could hear his breathing and sensed the relative temperature of the room, choosing to gather up his belongings and return to his own quarters. he was finding the use of magic tiring and hoped that like his body was becoming more durable due to exercise, that his Djed and mind may follow suit. Easy and deep sleep was the only pleasant factor in the cessation of study.