Spring 2 513 AV
Rayage sighed, she had quite some time before the supplies she ordered would come and then she could get to work on her latest projects within Sahova. It was ingenious too, but they would have to wait. After all, all good things come with time, no? She had to be patient and so she would pass the time with extra studies. She needed to further her personal power. She had already mastered the Art of Alchemy, she needed to branch out. She did not wish to be ‘half-baked’. She would be a true wizard, one capable of weaving dreams, one powerful in both personal and world, the two branches of magic.
There were many personal magics she had acquired over her long life, but all of them, by and large, remained unpracticed and unperfected. She, instead, focused her efforts on alchemy and hypnotism, one of the only personal magics she found vaguely useful if one wanted to move undetected or unsuspected. It has swayed things in the nuits favor many times before, and she adored it, but now was the time to work on her other magic, expand her personal power in more profound ways, different and new ways. She wanted to change, and change for the better. She needed to change.
At her desk she drew the ink closer to her, and dipped the quill into the well. Holding out her left hand she began to draw on the back side of the hand. She started with a circle, and made a line through it both vertically and horizontally, the line extended a bit beyond the boundaries of the circle. From all four ends of the line segments she crossed them to form a ‘T’ like shape, in the end forming what looked like a capital ‘I’ on each side of the circle. Sitting atop each T-end she drew four smaller circles, and in the center of each circle she lightly dotted them. The very bottom of the design reached to about the wrist of the nuit, and covered the majority of the ladies hand.
Turning her hand she drew another circle around the middle of the palm. Drawing a cross within the circle, it split the circle into four equal, but separate parts. Inside each part she drew four smaller circles, and in each of those circles she dotted the center. These glyphs would be used to help her control and further utilize the djed within her, draw it out, and help her cast.
Taking a moment to let the ink dry completely, the nuit slipped off her cloak, revealing her bare arms. Noting each of the joints the undead cocked her arm in a rather awkward position so she could mark the elbow with a similar runes she did her hand. Drawing a circle around her elbow the best she could. The mark turned out a bit deformed, but that did not matter much at all. She continued on with confidence, and finished the circle. Drawing another smaller ‘circle’ inside the bigger one, she dotted the very center of it too, dotting the tip of her elbow. She connected both circles with four lines, dividing the shape into four equalish parts.
The arm she was drawing on was the left. Holding her arm up, she waited for the ink to dry, and while she was waiting she focused inward. She slowly connected with herself, and felt the familiar tingle of djed within her. The power radiated from her, was a part of her, and she had to be careful when using it. However, in such controlled conditions as this lab she had little worry of overcasting because of some unforeseen circumstance. She knew that right now, right here that the biggest threat to her is herself. She had to be diligent, and careful, not careless like she was with Hypnotism. Too many times had she felt the bite of overgiving from that magic, and it changed her… For the better? It could be argued.
She needed to practice. With practice there was nowhere, no person, no goal out of her reach. It was just like when she started out with Alchemy, she needed practice, to study the concepts and put them to the test. She needed to test her aim. Standing up, and turning, she faced the innermost center of her lab, cleared of everything within it the stone floor provided the perfect fireproof training ground. She could not throw fireballs too far yet, and so she wasn’t worried about striking anything out of the way. If she did, well, she would take care of it.
Thrusting her arm forward in the almost signature gesture she uses when casting reimancy the nuit started tugging on the djed within her, moving it, willing it to her arm, shaping it into something else. Thought was transformative, revolutionary, thought and will were the tipping points of innovation, and djed, in this case, is the force putting it all into motion. At the points of which held the glyph on her arms she felt the djed react to her will faster, respond better at those points. It was amazing how world magic and personal could work hand in hand in harmony. This was testimony to the interconnectedness of everything in this world, even things seemingly opposite.
Thought initiated the split, the severing of soul, and the transfiguration of the wizard’s personal djed to Res. In that moment the mage felt loss, but she also knew that she had gained something that wouldn’t be possible without the loss. It was a willing and noble sacrifice, and despite the emotion within her very being she smiled as this loss would bring her power, and with this power she could practice and perfect this ability. A gaseous red substance leaked slowly out of the wizard, hand held out, fingers fanned apart, she watched as the red substance swirled about her hand and arm. With this substance, this res, she could create fire.
xRayage sighed, she had quite some time before the supplies she ordered would come and then she could get to work on her latest projects within Sahova. It was ingenious too, but they would have to wait. After all, all good things come with time, no? She had to be patient and so she would pass the time with extra studies. She needed to further her personal power. She had already mastered the Art of Alchemy, she needed to branch out. She did not wish to be ‘half-baked’. She would be a true wizard, one capable of weaving dreams, one powerful in both personal and world, the two branches of magic.
There were many personal magics she had acquired over her long life, but all of them, by and large, remained unpracticed and unperfected. She, instead, focused her efforts on alchemy and hypnotism, one of the only personal magics she found vaguely useful if one wanted to move undetected or unsuspected. It has swayed things in the nuits favor many times before, and she adored it, but now was the time to work on her other magic, expand her personal power in more profound ways, different and new ways. She wanted to change, and change for the better. She needed to change.
At her desk she drew the ink closer to her, and dipped the quill into the well. Holding out her left hand she began to draw on the back side of the hand. She started with a circle, and made a line through it both vertically and horizontally, the line extended a bit beyond the boundaries of the circle. From all four ends of the line segments she crossed them to form a ‘T’ like shape, in the end forming what looked like a capital ‘I’ on each side of the circle. Sitting atop each T-end she drew four smaller circles, and in the center of each circle she lightly dotted them. The very bottom of the design reached to about the wrist of the nuit, and covered the majority of the ladies hand.
Turning her hand she drew another circle around the middle of the palm. Drawing a cross within the circle, it split the circle into four equal, but separate parts. Inside each part she drew four smaller circles, and in each of those circles she dotted the center. These glyphs would be used to help her control and further utilize the djed within her, draw it out, and help her cast.
Taking a moment to let the ink dry completely, the nuit slipped off her cloak, revealing her bare arms. Noting each of the joints the undead cocked her arm in a rather awkward position so she could mark the elbow with a similar runes she did her hand. Drawing a circle around her elbow the best she could. The mark turned out a bit deformed, but that did not matter much at all. She continued on with confidence, and finished the circle. Drawing another smaller ‘circle’ inside the bigger one, she dotted the very center of it too, dotting the tip of her elbow. She connected both circles with four lines, dividing the shape into four equalish parts.
The arm she was drawing on was the left. Holding her arm up, she waited for the ink to dry, and while she was waiting she focused inward. She slowly connected with herself, and felt the familiar tingle of djed within her. The power radiated from her, was a part of her, and she had to be careful when using it. However, in such controlled conditions as this lab she had little worry of overcasting because of some unforeseen circumstance. She knew that right now, right here that the biggest threat to her is herself. She had to be diligent, and careful, not careless like she was with Hypnotism. Too many times had she felt the bite of overgiving from that magic, and it changed her… For the better? It could be argued.
She needed to practice. With practice there was nowhere, no person, no goal out of her reach. It was just like when she started out with Alchemy, she needed practice, to study the concepts and put them to the test. She needed to test her aim. Standing up, and turning, she faced the innermost center of her lab, cleared of everything within it the stone floor provided the perfect fireproof training ground. She could not throw fireballs too far yet, and so she wasn’t worried about striking anything out of the way. If she did, well, she would take care of it.
Thrusting her arm forward in the almost signature gesture she uses when casting reimancy the nuit started tugging on the djed within her, moving it, willing it to her arm, shaping it into something else. Thought was transformative, revolutionary, thought and will were the tipping points of innovation, and djed, in this case, is the force putting it all into motion. At the points of which held the glyph on her arms she felt the djed react to her will faster, respond better at those points. It was amazing how world magic and personal could work hand in hand in harmony. This was testimony to the interconnectedness of everything in this world, even things seemingly opposite.
Thought initiated the split, the severing of soul, and the transfiguration of the wizard’s personal djed to Res. In that moment the mage felt loss, but she also knew that she had gained something that wouldn’t be possible without the loss. It was a willing and noble sacrifice, and despite the emotion within her very being she smiled as this loss would bring her power, and with this power she could practice and perfect this ability. A gaseous red substance leaked slowly out of the wizard, hand held out, fingers fanned apart, she watched as the red substance swirled about her hand and arm. With this substance, this res, she could create fire.
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