Pushing the limits

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An undead citadel created before the cataclysm, Sahova is devoted to all kinds of magical research. The living may visit the island, if they are willing to obey its rules. [Lore]

Pushing the limits

Postby Vick on December 5th, 2010, 10:47 pm



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Vick let his eyes take note of the eyeball, snakes body and the tongue inside the box as he thought of what to do with them. His skills with malediction were getting better with each passing day and he wanted to work more on them. The items in question he was going to try to sell but he would use all three then sell them in bulk after testing them. He was no longer going to hold back as he stood beside the table, his craving and even painting tools at hand as he let his mind warp around the ideas of the tools and what they could be used for.

He wanted to be a wizard but he knew he had to prove his use and skill before that would take place. He felt like he was not taking enough risk to do that as magic dealt with risk. He knew this from the cats paw along his finger that acted like a ring. The more risk he was willing to take the larger the reward would be in the end of things. That was more or less how any type of magic worked in life be it world or personnel.

The snakes body he had a idea of what to do with. It would be used to warp around the users arm and grant them more strength. At least that was the goal as he took the brush once more this time and not the craving tools. He wanted to get more understanding of the paint and not the bone dust along the table.

If one asked him why he was working so hard he would tell them it was his job. Or point to Boss for Boss was a large influence upon the young child even larger then Vick really knew as he took the brush out as the child pushed his skills once more. Always working and never resting but he knew he would need to rest sooner or later before his mind broke under the stress of the life around him. The island was not prefect but it did work in the end.

The circles were done with ease almost. He was losing count of how many malediction circles he had made since he came to the island. It was not that his memory was bad it was just he made so many they were becoming second nature to him. He placed the circles along each of the bones joints along the body starting at the top of the head as he told yet another story.

The first part of the story showed how a person touched the symbol along the head to let the snakes body warp around the arm. The details were in the fact that the snake was not a normal snake but the of the same skeletons body as the head of it would rest near back of the hand.Gyphing circles were added along inside the first malediction circle in between the second one for the first time in his malediction work to make it more stable in his eyes.

Vick was no longer playing things by the book and he was making his own mark and own risks in the name of magical research as he moved on with the work of art. The story kept going in the next circle showing how the snakes body kept on the arm as it moved with the user. More glyping circles were added that held the meaning of stable to try to focus the djed in the world magic as if to focus it in a new way for him to give him better results even if his glyping was not meant for it but it was meant to enhance his own magic so the idea was the same in his head and he had hoped it would off paper.

Boss was not around him for once as he told he trusted Vick enough not to blow up the public lab area and that he would show up later once he had done something. Vick was really unsure what his Master up to but kept going with the snakes story in different shades of paint.

It kept going with how the wearer of the talisman would have a larger amount of strength then normal as it showed the human throwing a punch breaking down what looked like a door of sorts. All his drawings and paintings were crude but it gave the point of he told the story in his head as he kept pushing a steady flow of his djed into the paintbrush as he worked for his end goal of to harness the djed of the snake to bend and mold into his goals. Would it work? He was not sure. It was a question he asked himself a lot but faith had a large amount in the work.

The story of the snake kept going as it told how the the user could tap the head of the snake three times and speak a word of “Release” with a little speech bubble in small print common which made the snake in the story would let go of the arm. Vick never did this before, he did malediction however never in this detail with the story nor the length of the story or circles but it was his passion and his own resolve that made him push himself so much to earn the name wizard and make Boss proud of him.

The snake was done. The paint had dried and he just looked at it. His own djed flared to life as the world once again shifted from the dull normal shades to brighter shades of color that were different then what the naked eye saw. He was enjoying the world of auras as he just let his mind focus on nothing at all yet take in the bits slowly as he moved his focus from the tools on the desk, the desk itself to the walls and nuits around the room before focusing back on the snake and his new malediction product. He did not have it up and running as he saw what it looked like first. It was something very different then what he was use to as the colors were of a darker shade almost a crimson shade on the body. The circles were a mix of silver and white but he was still unsure of anything if it would work or not. He had to understand more of his magic before he got more details from it as he let the djed flee from his body back into his soul.

A thick white ichor pooled to the surface as he cut his finger slowly. His body never even flinching as he pressed his finger on each circle pushing more of his djed into the white blood like substance as each circle was awaken before he took a simple needle and thread along his finger. His body was filled with burn scars and thread as he patched his body up on his own and it showed just how crude he was at it.

The first malediction product was done. Would it work? He was not sure. Would it stand the test of time? He doubted it as he would just sell it. He had no plans on saving his items just yet but maybe one day he would keep a room filled of them once he had his own private lab. Yet for now he was just earning the funds for it. Would the item in question help show his skill? He was again not sure but he took the stiff body letting it stand near his left arm as he touched the top of the head.

As if it was alive, the body moved around his arm warping like a normal snake did but he did not feel any stronger once it was firmly around. Anger flashed along his body as he thought of his malediction item as a failure as his hands formed into small fist slamming down along the work table. Once, twice and a third time as his anger just kept building out of no where as if the snake was always in a rage over the smallest thing. He never felt such a deep seed rage as small cracks formed along the table and once his eyes saw that he stopped in midair. It worked? A small thought of hope came to life as he tapped the head of the skull more then once before giving the command word.

It did not work. Not at first. Chimes passed and soon bells passed as he kept at it trying to get it to let go before out of nowhere the snake fell off his arm. Was it due to he was the creater or was it not working like it should have? So many questions came to mind as he kept his eyes on the snakes body. Maybe he would not know if it did work or not or if it did what it did due to it was his djed. However he did not let the questions linger along his mind as he moved it to part of the table. It was still going to sell if he had his way. As long as he had profit from it he was fine in the end. For some reason he was not worried about it not working right for people but maybe that was just that his mind was looking forward to the next projects or maybe the snake talisman had a deeper effect then what he knew.
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Pushing the limits

Postby Vick on December 9th, 2010, 12:44 am



His eyes kept moving back and forth from the eye to the tongue along the table. His thoughts shifting back and forth from ideas to outcomes in his head as he thought of the lore behind malediction and any stories off hand that he read in any books that could aid him. The tongue he found out was really a tongue from a race called Jamoura and the eyeball was from a race called the Konti. Both useful races and left so many doors open for the use of malediction and the body parts.

With a small nod to himself he picked up the large tongue moving it more in front of him. He knew the race could live forever almost and had a keen memory with stories. The idea he had for the tongue was to make circles along both sides letting the user speak with great influence when telling of stories. He would use a mix of his craving picks with heat to imbue the tongue with scars for form the story and circles letting them last as long as the tongue which could last from a few more weeks to seasons if he was lucky. Yet once more it would not stand the test of time in his eyes but it was a start.

Vick pulled out one of his metal picks from the carving set Boss had given to him. It was not a brand new set but it still got the job done and it showed him that Boss knew he was working to get better. OR at least that was the idea that Vick had as he let the tip of the pick sit in a candles flame letting it heat the metal so it could burn the tongue.

He never used heat before like this nor the idea of scaring so he was very unsure of the effects it would have on both the end product and the product itself. However he was pushing himself out of his safe zone that he had formed. His eyes moving towards the candles flame as he took it out at last.

The heat from the metal would speed up the decay of the tongue but Vick was not sure by how much. He would rather work with bones but he knew this was again a test to help him and not stop him as he pushed the hot tip of metal into the fleshly lump of meat slowly making the outer circle. The smell of burnt flesh filled his nose along with the lab but he did not check if anyone took note of it as odd smells were common with research or at least he would have thought so. As for him he did not blink much at the smell he just stop breathing which did help.

It was not fine work at all. The metal was either too hot or the idea of using scars on a dead body part just did not work out. The circles were rough and the drawing inside them could hardly be read as Vick did his best to draw his stick figures but all he did do was damage the tongue beyond any means of fixing.

Vick just held his unblinking eyes on the body part as he laid down his tools. He could not even make sense of the work from outer to inner circles or even the story and he made it. Even as it cooled down the scar tissue got worse and worse as the skin cracked and molded over like a burning leaf moving in on itself.

He would sigh at it but that would mean he would need to move his lungs to breath and he just did not feel like doing that with the smell still in the air. He just shook his head as he took the tongue placing it away from the snakes body. He did not even take pity upon it to look at the aura or even use his ichor to awaken it.

He felt like he failed at the task given to him. He knew the only failing in Malediction was that the product would not do anything yet he felt to afraid to really try anything with the burnt scarred up tongue that was just sitting in front of him. As if mocking him on some level. It was like a small puzzle he just could not solve that kept him on the lower food chain of the island and magic. He just could not figure it out as his eyes were glued on the tongue but he knew what he had to do.

Chimes passed before the world of auras came to his vision. It was getting easier with him to use his personnel magic but still left him drain but small steps each passing day would help him get better. Or at least let him remember not to push himself to the point he could go blind but he had to wonder if it would just be the body or the soul even if he knew the theory behind magic. He might have had to test it on another Nuit one day as he looked at the tongues aura.

He just knew the djed of the tongue and his own workings to draw the djed out were off. It looked like a small storm over the ocean of waves turning and twisting apart any poor ship that got caught in the furry of it. The only thing he could make sense of it was that it gave him a bad feeling as he let the auras fade away as he let go of his magic once more seeing things again with his naked eyes.

Even as he had the bad feelings of the malediction item he knew that he had to overcome his fear. He would gain nothing by playing it safe anymore as he pushed the sharp metal into the flesh of his hand. His ichor dipping slowly at first before moving at a steady pace as he let his hand hover the tongue letting it dip along the circles. No flash of lights came as he moved his cut open hand over the same candle he used just earlier letting his own flesh scar and seal up. The pain flashing throughout his body but he did not cry out in pain. He did not have time anymore to cry out in pain. If he could cry out in pain then he had time to prove to the other wizards what he could do.

Common sense should have played a larger part in his mind but common sense would have told him long ago not to become a Nuit or learn magic in the first place. His left hand grabbing around the tongue picking it up but that was all Vick saw. His hand moving and holding the tongue for a flash came in his head as he felt pain unlike any other in the world that he ever felt.

He did his best to yell but no sounds came from his mouth as he felt the pain like the Jamoura did for the Jamoura did not die. Its tongue was just removed and kept alive however Vick soon understood that as he felt metal clamps hold done his own tongue and arms felt like they were sealed in metal bindings. The smell of the forest long gone as flashes of pain flared along his body as he felt his tongue being pulled out of his mouth. A sharp tool came upon the tongue slowly cutting into it before the tongue was ripped out. The world around him faded into shadows yet he knew he was still awake for Nuits could not sleep but the memory from the tongue told him otherwise.

“Vi...Vic”

A voice was heard as Vick did his best to pay mind but he just kept reliving the Jamouras pain. It was not until he felt bones cracking and snapping in his hand that he came out of it as he saw Boss standing over him. A hammer in hand as the tongue in question was pushed out of vicks hand. The pain flaring to life as his eyes took witness to the deformed hand but Boss kept saying his name.

“Vick, can you hear me?”

Vick at last understood what he was saying as the young child nodded at last. “Vick, don’t think of the pain in your hand. Just focus on me and my voice okay? Now tell me what took place?” Boss said and somehow Vick did listen to him as if Boss was the only person in the room.

“Testing a malediction item yet I ruined the circles with a new found idea. Yet it was not from someone dead but alive and that seemed to turned it on me. Kept seeing and feeling the pain of the tongue being removed and I just could not snap out of it or even let go of it...Like a endless nightmare.”

“Seems you made a cursed item. Yet lets go patch up your hand and then take a break of this. Don’t want you to get killed again afterall.”

Maybe it was his time to make a joke at Vick but all Vick did was nod and listen to him. Maybe a break would do him some good as the pain from his hand slowly came to him. It was broken but he was not sure how bad or if they could do anything about it since nuits could not be healed even with magic.
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Pushing the limits

Postby Vick on December 9th, 2010, 4:04 pm



It did not take Amaryllis long to fix Vick’s broken hand. She removed the broken bones and patched it up as best as she could but all in all it could have been far worse. It would never be the same he knew but he did not let that linger long on his mind for another body could be made for him as he saw the stitches along the hand and the missing thumb which was now just a flap of skin. It was so odd to move the other fingers and not the thumb but it was something that was new to him.

Boss told him he would have better luck if he learned the art of tattooing which dealt with needles of metal or bone and ink. It would be under the skin but still show along the outer layer and would give him better luck with making what he wanted if he had to use fleshly parts. However he did not know of anyone who did any tattoo work for most of the undead were wizards and not high in other forms of art.

Yet for now he was to work on the last malediction item that Boss had given him. A konti eyeball. Boss told him that this was from a dead konti and that Amaryllis kept it safe with her area of work. He would stick with just painting and hope for the best. Maybe he would have better luck or at least he thought as he got his paint items ready as he gave more deep thought to the eyeball in question.

Konti were known for the gift to see into the future and with a eyeball he could try to harness the power of that but that felt a bit over done as that was the first idea that came to mind so everyone had to come up with that idea. He wanted something that was newer or at least different. He knew all of the konti had a gift of sorts with vision and not all could foresee the overall future but he was not sure if this konti had her gift fully awaken or not.

The aura of the eyeball told him little other then the fact it had little to no magical usefulness which made him go down the path of thought which was it was not the best use of a malediction item however he would still use it and find some use for it.

“What can I do to make this useful?” A simple question left the nuits dark lips that were rotting away but Vick never took note of it as he never did look in the mirror since he came to the island. Yet he knew his body was undead for the signs of it showed clearly when he checked it over for damage.

He just stood by the table, his mind slowly clearing of thoughts and even ideas as he did his best to still his uneasy mind. However it did not work even as he lost track of how long he spent trying to relax his body. He just kept worrying on how to break out of his shell with malediction and make something worthy of note. Was it the fear of staying the same below everyone else that kept him back or was it the fear of understanding more? What would happen to him if he did understand more and gain more ground with his research? Would he change? Would he no longer be the same Vick that was himself? The thought of change made him fearful and that alone did not help him clear his thoughts. He knew he could go to Boss and Boss would help him understand his fears but he did not feel like bugging him again for he knew he would had been busy with this or that.

He would not know anything unless he took that step forward and found out. He told himself over and over that he would not change and he would be the same no matter what. Was it a lie? He did not think so but then again he was so naive and so full of hope that he could not even understand the slightest that he was already different then the little boy that came upon the island that could have been a lifetime ago.

What was his research? He kept thinking he had research but really he did not. He was just a pawn in a game he did not understand. He did not even take the time to understand the game he was in be it the rules or the players. He made malediction products and Boss gave him freedom to keep or sale them to the masses of people. He always sold them yet what was the goal behind that? He enjoyed the money that part was true. He never did earn as much gold when he was with his family but was that all of the reason? If he took the money out would he still keep them or sale them? Why was he even debating it with himself? What was his real passion in malediction and why did he push himself so much? Was it to be known in the ranks of the wizards or was it to be known outside the island? If it was inside the island then why did he sell his items? Why did he not keep them for more research and have a higher chance of breaking past the chains that were along him? If it was for the outside then how could that work out as the island did not share the names of who made what he was rather sure of. Not that he never asked but it would not make sense for them to tell whoever brought the items. If they had the gold why did it matter who made what? So once more the young Nuit was left with the question. What was his research?

He just stood at the table looking at the eyeball. Why was he not turning away from it? It was a eyeball. Came from a dead person. Was he so broken he did not even think about what he was doing? Why did he think he was broken? How did he get into malediction? That was a simple question compared to the others running freely in his mind. A old woman taught him in private but she made him a Nuit afterwards. She just told him he would be free but really he was more trapped in his head then anything. It was her fault that his parents disowned him. Only his sister gave him her gold and told him to flee but was it the old womans fault or was it his parents fault for not always loving him for who he was? Or was it just a simple matter of no one truly cared for him? He never did have any friends when he lived at home. Always alone. Always a outcast in ways. Nothing made him special in the end of things not even magic and malediction. How could he be special in a area filled with wizards who were far older then his mind could grasp? He was just living a fools dream was he not?

Resolve. Passion. How could he even begin to say he had them if in the end he was nothing. How was he nothing? He was Vick. Yet was Vick his real name? Why did he not use his family name? Did he truly let his family disown him for him not to use his family name that he used all his life? Why? Why was he like this? Why did theses thoughts flood to him as he kept his unblinking eyes upon his tools and the products he had made and could make. How far could he really go with malediction? What was the point in pushing himself if he lacked what it meant to be a wizard? Why was he even trying to play a wizard? Granted he use to play pretend with his sister of him being a powerful wizard but in stories that you heard who would not? He was just a simple kid who should have lived a simple life was he not? Why did he not run away? Why was he glued upon the spot as he stood watching that eyeball? Whose life was ended to get it? Why did it matter to him? Why did it not? He was still human right? Deep down it did matter did it not? When he changed race he did not change morals. Or was that a large mistake as well? Did his morals change when he became a nuit? Resolve. Passion. Words that had no right in his head or his heart.

His feet at last took a life of there own as he moved slowly from’ the table. His head shaking left and right more slowly then his feet. “Djas...Djas....Djas...Djas...” The word kept leaving his lips softly as if his own vocal cords could not make a sound for it came out more as a whimper as he left the labs for public use. It was from the ancient tongue and could have been taken many ways but he meant it as alone. Even on a island filled with the same race he was still alone in the end. Boss was no where to be found and he did not even called forth Drainira who he knew was always watching and a keeper of secrets. Yet for some reason he could not pull up any faith in himself to ask for her aide for what aide could he ask from her? He always treated her like a person even if others did not so he would not bug her with issues that dealt with simple matters in the end.

He pushed his door open that was to his room and found himself under his sheet on his bed that he never used. He was in a small ball with his arms warped around his legs just being still. He wanted to find and push his limits. In the end he did find them and was pushed past them as he kept his body in the pure dark room.

He heard the soft emotionless voice of Drainira yet for the life of him he could not make out what she was saying as he just kept muttering the same word under his breath. “Djas.” Was his fear already true? Did he change from the simple boy who left home? Was he broken inside? Who was he in the end? Did any of it matter? Did he?

Limits. A term that should never be taken lightly. A term that should never be pushed unless the person was ready and understood what it really meant.
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Pushing the limits

Postby Panna Cotta on December 17th, 2010, 1:42 am

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VICK

  • Malediction 5
  • Painting 2
  • Auristics 2
  • Carving 1
  • Surgery 1
  • Intelligence 1
  • Philosophy 2
  • Lore of Maledicting a Snake's Body
  • Lore of Maledicting a Jamoura's tongue
  • Lore of telling a story using Malediction circles
  • Lore of painting and carving into flesh
  • Lore of searing flesh
  • Lore of carelessness
  • Lore of minor Malediction acccidents
  • Lore of reliving another's pain
  • Lore of getting a hand smashed with a hammer
  • Lore of tattooing
  • Lore of minor putrefaction
  • Lore of soliloquy


NOTES
  • The higher the risks, the higher the stakes, but not necessarily the rewards.
  • You missed a particular detail. If you plan to use remains, they should have been preserved/embalmed first or else they will be nothing but rotten meat.
  • Amaryllis would know how to tattoo because she's a former Eypharian :P
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