3rd of Autumn, 513 AV
9th Bell
“Steady Aoren. Steady.”
Aoren was tempted to wipe away the bead of sweat the rolled down his forehead as he sat in a meditative pose amidst the clearing he sometimes frequented in the Bronze Woods. It was not a terribly far trek from the gates of the city but it was far enough that he always carried essentials with him in case something drastic happened. He had been faced with one or two of those circumstances in the past year alone. He was certainly not going to start testing his luck. Those things, while not the furthest from his mind, were far enough removed that he could concentrate on the task at hand. However,that was precisely what he was focused on. A task. It was an entirely more complicated matter than one might initially think.
That morning he had woken up at the hour he normally did which was usually shortly before sunrise. He had collected things he would need for his short trip into the wilderness along with a book that he had recently purchased.
The Foundations of Shielding.
The Drykas man had been spending as much time as he could absorbing what knowledge he could from its pages since purchasing it two days prior. It was a very thorough albeit sometimes difficult text to decipher. Had he not been a Djed manipulator already the context of the words inscribed upon the surface of the pages would have been utterly lost on him. Fortunately with his decent amount of knowledge on the Disciplines of Reimancy and Glyphing he was at least familiar with the concept of Djed on a rudimentary level. Shielding, however, was presenting him with a complication.
Reimancy was an art of transformation that encouraged the combining of volatile and chaotic energies to produce an effect that manifested as the natural elements. Shielding was nearly the exact opposite in principle. Whereas Reimancy flirted with chaos, Shielding was grounded firmly in structure and order. After having worked with a discipline of magic that demanded thoughtful free form creativity to be suddenly faced with stalwart and seemingly unshakable information was very frustrating. The culmination of which lead him to his current predicament. There Aoren sat in the middle of the clearing with his quarterstaff and pack nearby, his legs folded in a meditative pose, hands clasped before him to match that reflective posture and eyes narrowed in deep concentration as he fought trying to will his Djed to manifest as the foundations of the Shield he was attempting to create.
9th Bell
“Steady Aoren. Steady.”
Aoren was tempted to wipe away the bead of sweat the rolled down his forehead as he sat in a meditative pose amidst the clearing he sometimes frequented in the Bronze Woods. It was not a terribly far trek from the gates of the city but it was far enough that he always carried essentials with him in case something drastic happened. He had been faced with one or two of those circumstances in the past year alone. He was certainly not going to start testing his luck. Those things, while not the furthest from his mind, were far enough removed that he could concentrate on the task at hand. However,that was precisely what he was focused on. A task. It was an entirely more complicated matter than one might initially think.
That morning he had woken up at the hour he normally did which was usually shortly before sunrise. He had collected things he would need for his short trip into the wilderness along with a book that he had recently purchased.
The Foundations of Shielding.
The Drykas man had been spending as much time as he could absorbing what knowledge he could from its pages since purchasing it two days prior. It was a very thorough albeit sometimes difficult text to decipher. Had he not been a Djed manipulator already the context of the words inscribed upon the surface of the pages would have been utterly lost on him. Fortunately with his decent amount of knowledge on the Disciplines of Reimancy and Glyphing he was at least familiar with the concept of Djed on a rudimentary level. Shielding, however, was presenting him with a complication.
Reimancy was an art of transformation that encouraged the combining of volatile and chaotic energies to produce an effect that manifested as the natural elements. Shielding was nearly the exact opposite in principle. Whereas Reimancy flirted with chaos, Shielding was grounded firmly in structure and order. After having worked with a discipline of magic that demanded thoughtful free form creativity to be suddenly faced with stalwart and seemingly unshakable information was very frustrating. The culmination of which lead him to his current predicament. There Aoren sat in the middle of the clearing with his quarterstaff and pack nearby, his legs folded in a meditative pose, hands clasped before him to match that reflective posture and eyes narrowed in deep concentration as he fought trying to will his Djed to manifest as the foundations of the Shield he was attempting to create.
Congrats, Aoren.
