68th of Fall 513 AV Alric stepped inside briskly, the house warming him after the cool morning walk he had just enjoyed. He had awoken early, before the sun was up, and made use of it by enjoying a walk as he watched the sunrise. It was a beautiful thing, even if did happen to observe a few bodies rotting in the canals. Ravok was showing its true colors, and Alric found them all very disgusting shades of brown and black. It reminded him quite a bit of feces. Though, even through all the terrible things that happened in the city, he found that if one was talented or mischievous enough, they could side step many problems. His own mastery of hypnosis allowed a constant cloud of apathy to be extruded, protecting him from wandering eyes looking for a target. But soon he would have a different sort of protection. He had lately been experimenting with his first foray into World Magic, a delightful discipline known as Animation. It could unleash the life that was inherent in everything. Though, the book he had bought mistakenly believed that life was created. A foolish thought, but he supposed it was natural. Not everyone was as gifted as he was. He never had teachers, though his friend seemed eager to be one. Still, Alric was reluctant, and was only allowing himself to be taught reimancy. Animation, he wanted to learn on his own. So far he had created a Soulcore, put in a Kill-phrase, implant a few directives, and explain needed concepts. Yet, for all that he had not yet made the thing able to move. And for a magical discipline called, "Animation" that was quite frustrating. He had read that the creation of the Astral Body was the last step, and needed for the golem to move. But he had not yet accomplished this. it did not especially help that the book he had bought did not tell him how to do anything, instead only telling him what to do. The difference was subtle, but very important. Luckily, Alric was rather good at learning, and was coming along rather decently. At least, he thought so. He took off his shoes so as not to track dirt into Miro's house and went to the corner where he kept his things neatly piled. He pulled out the knife, chalk, book, and doll. It was all very routine now, though he alternated when in the day he did it. He sat at the foot of the straw-stuffed bed and drew two circles, one big for him to sit, and one small for his doll to sit. He could almost feel the doll's anxiousness. Today would be the day it could finally walk, and see the world. He pricked his finger as always and let the small drop of blood splatter onto the chalk line between the two circles. Once more he felt the familiar tingle of djed enter his mind, and within his mind's eye imagined that he could see the small doll's soul, a flame given to it by Alric's own much larger fire. He could see smaller flames, too, each a concept that he had taught to the little thing. Loyalty, Movement, Intention, and all of their antithesis's. He smiled, knowing that he was completely responsible for everything his little doll knew. And even though the doll had yet to act on anything, Alric imagined that this still might be similar to how his father felt all those years, sacrificing everything for his education. He wiped an unbidden tear from his eye as he went back to focusing. So far, everything he had done he had done through visualization, imagination, and force of will. He had no cause to believe that creating an Astral Body would be any different. Still, he pulled the book closer to see what it might know about the subject. |