[Coalinga] Buried Faith

Quzon preforms a ritual of worship to Semele while at work

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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

[Coalinga] Buried Faith

Postby Quzon on July 1st, 2018, 9:26 pm

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3rd of Summer, 518 A.V.

As Quzon stood within a claustrophobically narrow mining shaft which was recently constructed. The shoulders of his banded mail armor nearly touched both sides of the mine shaft wall as he traversed deeper into the bowels of the earth.

He’d become a paranoid man as of late, so felt like he needed to dress for a fight while underground. With paranoia came thoughts of faith and reason. Much smarter people would simply call these things coincidences. Others would say he needed to pray to the earth and stone for safe passage.

Quzon believed heavily in faith, so once the prospect of praying to Semele had crossed his mind. Well, that Idea stuck like a blade into his heart. That was why he decided to remain in the deep mine during his work break when everyone would typically go above land to eat their lunch.

The quiet, the peace, the simplicity. Mining had become a daily thing for the Earth Reimancer. The process of exuding a adept amount of his personal djed to dig with was now normal for him. However, the most exciting parts of his job came various outside forces. How was he suppose to know that shadows would attack him? Or that he would dig up land spawned Yukmen? What was next, a cave in?

As Quzon reached the end of the new mine shaft, he lifted the lit torch he held to examine the wall. Its deep ebony surface riddled with pickax scars. He then removed his backpack, then turning to sit down on the ground with his back to the wall. He set the torch aside on the ground to warm the earth and light the narrow world of darkness he existed in. With the absence of color, the walls of the cave all shined an immaculate white from the torchlight. He stared at the wall for several minutes as he tried to remember what the color orange looked like. The only memories he could grasp where the time he sat around a campfire with his Fang while patrolling the Jungle Wilds.

It was a stark contrast to the lonely scene he currently lived. He shook the memories away to continue on with his small personal ritual. He removed the head of the Yukman that he'd slain just the other day. The expression remained forever in pain; it brought a prideful smile to the Myrian's lips.

Quzon turned the head upside down to place it on his lap to expose where he had severed the spinal cord. He reached to his side to retrieve his hunting knife from his boot, then proceeded to slowly press the blade into the bottom of the neck. He carved a slow circle into it, then pulled the small bit of spine out as if he had cut into the top of a pumpkin to expose its fillings, which in this case was Yukman brain matter kept fresh by the skull for a day.

While a horrid sight, he was alone, and now began his personal ritual in honor of adding the Goddess Semele to his personal pantheon of faith. He spoke to himself in the language of Myrian as he began the prayer.

"Semele, Battlefield of all Victories. Who's treasure is granting all a path to walk, and who's deep treasures are sought by all. I pray only that if you aid me in enduring all hardships so that I may one day stand as majestic as the mountains which form your every curve. I now honor you with the celebration of a feast! This monster was born of your soil and will now nurture my body so that I may be strong enough to fight future battles against your foes in your name!"

Once the last words slipped passed his lips, he set the knife aside to claw his hand into the base of the neck, grabbing a solid handful of oozing brain matter. Its wetness felt like he had just crunched a mango in his palm. It was a texture that made him hungrier... and brought it to his mouth where he began to feast on it. Swallowing hungrily until their was nothing left but a hollow skull.

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Postby Quzon on July 20th, 2018, 8:32 am

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After his meal of earthen Communion, Quzon sat quietly with his eyes closed, not taking any special seated position, but lounged on the ground near a wall of earth within the gem mines. He was slowly lulling his body into a state of relaxation, breathing in deeply to contract the diaphragm, a muscle. One that the zealous bodybuilder exercised whenever he entered into his own form of meditation before initiating any large amount of res. He focused his mind on his breath as it flowed from his very core, up and out of his nostrils.

He continued with that natural progression of physical movements, up until he shifted his mental concentration onto a different activity, leaving his body to take the instinctive reigns of breathing. Quzon started to ready a gaseous cloud of res to form at the end of his next exhaled breath. That exertion of will which initiated the spark of change within his djed sent a soothing sensation of energy down his spine. That sensation left a cold feeling of arcane energy flowing across his lungs, then as he exhaled a cloud of res plumed forth from both his nostrils to coalesce into a singular ethereally glowing green cloud as dense as his head.

Alone, deep in a tunnel, free of distractions. Quzon guided the res towards the section of the wall to his right, then pressed it against the wall. At the moment, his mind was a peace while working the arcane rather than seeking to use it for any violent means. It was always a welcomed change of pace in the Myrian's life.

"Who are my enemies? Have I made allies? Has Riverfall made me happy?"

He spoke aloud in Myrian as he thought about his life. His enemies were corrupted shades and shadow. They were not a corporeal foe, but he still wished them destroyed. Had he made any allies? Yes, Nessela the Spiritist at the High Spirits had done him the favor of improving his weapon. And although the weapon proved ineffective, the woman's gift of aid was what mattered. And did Riverfall make him happy?

No. It offered him the chance to become a stable individual. But stability meant nothing to him. He longed to fight. To explore. That was why in his every waking moment while not working, he proceed to either train for combat or hunt down his enemies. "If I cannot destroy my foe by the end of the season, I will leave in defeat and seek a greater victory elsewhere. I will not cling to this hate any longer than I have too."

That was not an easy thing for Quzon say aloud, but he said it as a means of motivation. This was it. He'd focused his anger on the shadows for nearly three season, and this would be his last. He shifted his eyes to the wall to gaze upon his res with color blind eyes, then proceeded to will his res into attracting earth.

He concentrated on pressing the ball against the wall while the attraction pulled the stone towards it, digging into the wall while the earth formed a hearty shell around the core of control.

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Postby Quzon on August 1st, 2018, 6:57 pm

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Quzon's knew that the Res he emitted was not a permanent thing. He had been working the mines long enough to understand the state of decay for the amount of res he used, and with each passing second the cloud of ethereal green mist would slowly start losing pieces of itself. The process was even more obvious after every trigger magnetic attraction and deactivation of its pull.

The earth that had congealed around his res had become a small destructive maul of power, one that he could use with malicious intent were he in combat. However, he was not in combat so shifted the res over towards the opposite wall, then deactivated the attraction causing the earth around his res to drop to the ground. It took but a slow flick of his eyes to will the res back towards the wall

Quzon held out his left hand in front of him with his wrist straight then softly started touching his thumb individually to each of his other four fingers. It was a simple motion used as an gesture of arcane concentration which he finished by rubbing his thumb in an O-shape around his other fingers with his thumb before moving on to the next finger.

His right hand made a similar gesture of its own. Quzon held up his hand so that his palm faced towards his chest. The Myrian concentrated partly on running the thumb of that hand across his palm; the action was comparable to a person trying to pat the top of their head while rubbing their belly, but his small gestured required the same type of coordination all while controlling his Res.

Any type of Gesture was not a thing he often used in combat since he believe that combat required instinctual movements. But awkward gestures seemed to help during moments like this. "Shape." The Myrian spoke out in a tone hardly above a whisper. It caused the Res to vibrate as Quzon imposed his intent on it to attract the earth from the wall.

"Crush." The res began to consume the earth faster. The jagged portions of the outer shell started to sink into itself, resulting in its spherical shape become a smoother nearly perfect orb with a small section missing from it at the top from the pressure of the attraction pulling the earth inward like gravity to the core.

The other Diggers returned from their lunch break to find Quzon hard at work. They ignored him at the end of the narrow shaft as the Akalak began to set up secondary support buttress of lumber along the walls; reinforcing the ones already in place which supported the wall and beams along the ceiling. Quzon knew that the Akalak would no doubt expand this mine corridor within a matter of days since they proved to be dedicated workers. The only person to get close to disturbing his focus was a facially tattooed Akalak who just left a wheelbarrow a few feet in front of him.

Quzon was content to just sit there, not even standing to greet that cerulean when a glimmer started to emit from the wall. He stopped both hand gestures which aided him in halting his res's attraction prematurely. He quickly stood to his feet to examine the shine embedded in the hole he just made. His eyes lacked any scene of color, but he knew the opalescent gleam of a gemstone deposit when he found one. It was surrounded in a beautifully shining shell of mineral mica. He reached into the wall to grab a piece of it, squeezing the gemstone deposit in his hand to remove the loose earth. As it shifted through his fingers, he felt a singular hard piece of stone in his palm.

ImageHe retracted his hand to look at what he held only to find a stone made of an immaculate alabaster white. It caught the light of his touch to shine as bright as the moon. It seemed to have a sheen of multiple other colors, but all his eyes could make out were white and dull shadows. Quzon smirked as he looked back to the gem deposit only to replace his smirk with a curious raise of his brow. It looked like there was something resting in the center of the deposit, as if the gems had naturally grown around it.

He shifted his res up against the wall to try and remove the earth that held part of the object. With a soft huff of air from his nostrils, he focused on his res to activate its attraction. It took less than a tick to remove enough of the earth around it to free the object from its earthen prison. "Cease." He spoke in Myrian to used the word as an incantation to halt the attraction. "A ring?"

Quzon spoke to himself as he reached out to take a hold of the ring. As he ran his thumb along the rings surface, he found it odd that it was made of bone. It was a curious trinket that he slipped onto his right ring finger. Quzon never thought of himself as a person to wear jewelry, but it fit his perception of beauty. Taloba often used skulls as decoration and trophies, making the ring of bone an item he'd enjoy. Quzon would investigate it later, but for now he returned to his work.

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Postby Quzon on August 1st, 2018, 7:30 pm

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Quzon kept his eyes fixed on the gems in the wall. "What type of gems are you?" He leaned in, gently placing the palm of his hand which now wore the ring along the inside of the mica around the gems. He studied the growing environment of the stones, finding it all to be a shining working of beauty. He shifted his gaze towards the cloud of res, narrowing his gaze as he focused on pulling the cloud apart into two separate small clouds.

The repetitive action of triggering the attraction was simple, but now that he needed to trigger it with both clouds, it caused sweat to build up along his brow. He used both clouds as a more focused version of digging. One pulled at the earth to the deposits left, while the other pulled gem filled earth towards the right. The reason for this was that he began to look for more trinkets within the mine. This gave him a better way to watch what flew towards his res clouds.

He heard the subtle sounds of a body moving around the wheelbarrow, causing his eye to glance towards it. An Akalak wearing an antiquities society pendant approced him from the side, leaning in front of him to look at what he was digging. "Oh? Wonderful. Looks like you found a nice bit of Moonstone." Quzon took a step back, yet kept up the attraction of his res as earth and moonstone congealed around it. "Careful, rock fly Res. Careful, not stand near it or get hit." He told the Geologist, causing the man to take a step back to avoid being bludgeoned in the face. "What, Moonstone?" He asked the Akalak in his broken common.

"Moonstone is a rather uncommon gem, but it isn't rare here within the mines. As you can tell, it gets its name from the fact that it holds the same color of the moon. Some people say that It forms only in places where Leth, the God of the Moon, deems beautiful. And honestly, Riverfall is a beautiful place to many, so maybe that is why we find it here in the mines."

Quzon and the Geologist both took a step away from each other when he started caused the attraction to cease. He then guided the dual deposits of Moonstone into the wheelbarrow.

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Postby Quzon on August 1st, 2018, 8:01 pm

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Grading


Quzon


  • Observation: 4
  • Butchering: 1
  • Meditation: 2
  • Reimancy: 3
  • Philosophy: 1
  • Mining: 1
  • Geology: 1

Lore

  • Meditation: Diaphragmatic breathing meditation.
  • Semele: Praying to Semele, Battlefield of all Victories.
  • Butchering: Removing a Yukman spine to reach its brain.
  • Philosophy: Contemplating happiness.
  • Philosophy: Not clinging to hate.
  • Reimancy: The Decay rate of Res.
  • Reimancy: Using Gestures for concentration.
  • Reimancy: Using incantations for concentration.
  • Reimancy: Res attraction pressure.
  • Reimancy: Creating Earth spheres.
  • Reimancy: Controlling multiple res clouds at once.
  • Geology: Moonstone, grown by Leth.

Items earned
  • 1x Moonstone
  • The Ring of Change.

Ring of Power :
Gillar wrote:Quzon's prize for this challenge, The Ring of Change, is as follows:

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Crafted from the bone of a young adult Earth Velispar and blessed by the Moon God, Leth, this ring grants the wearer the fantastic ability to transform into the legendary Velispar.

When the sun dips below the horizon and the rise of the moon begins, the wearer experiences a series of unique changes. During the first two bells (hours) following the sunset, the wearer will undergo a strange transformation. Their fingers will elongate along and they will grow three-inch claws. Their skin takes on a deep bronze color with dull grey and green hues. Their skin also gains a vaguely scaled pattern; not actual scales but more of a color and shade pattern resembling scales, much like the Velispar-human hybrid known as the Verusk. Their teeth also become more pronounced, elongated and sharpened. Their eyes take on the look of a reptile with slitted pupils.

As they reach the two-bell mark, the wearer will undergo a more severe change. Bones and muscles stretch, pop and shift as they take on the legendary form of the Velispar. The core of their body becomes as big as a large horse, although much more slender and elongated with a long tail. Their skin becomes a deep gold with bright green and silver patterns with full scaling. Their head is bearded with elaborate curling horns, large eyes, an almost wolf-like maw with three-inch long teeth. Their claws are six-inch long. Lean, powerful muscles ripple through their enhanced, reptilian form.

After the four bells of being in the form of a full Velispar, the wearer returns to the pre-Velispar hybrid form for another two bells before returning to their normal form.

Powers and Abilities

- As the sun sets each night, for 8 hours after the wearer undergoes transformation from Verusk to Velispar back to Verusk.

- In the hybrid, Verusk form, the wearer has functional three-inch claws that can be used to aid in unarmed combat.

- In the Velispar form, the wearer is able to literally swim through raw, natural earth and stone at a highly increased speed. Travel times for land routes are effectively reduced by 30%. They become one with the earth at this time. Worked stone however cannot be moved through. Thus worked-stone structures and buildings will block this ability.

- In the Velispar form, the wearer can carry 800 lbs of weight and pull 1,600 lbs.

- In the Velispar form, the wearer gains a single skill that they don't already have at a Competent level with 50 skill points; representing the Velispar's acquired knowledge. If the wearer already possesses the skill, they add 25 points to their existing total. The skill is rolled anew each time they transform from the list that follows. The skill gained changes every time they change. They lose all knowledge and ability with said skill as soon as they lose the full Velispar form.

- In the Velispar form, the wearer gains the temporary ability, for four hours, to use the first mark of Leth's gnosis, Telepathy.

Limitations/Drawbacks

- An Earth Velispar is opposed by the element of Water. Water buries, drowns, isolates and erodes earth. Because of this, the ring will not function when the wearer attempts to cross large bodies of water such as rivers, lakes or oceans. If on a ship or boat, the ring will not function. If the wearer is already transformed and attempts to cross such bodies of water, the ring will immediately deactivate and the wearer will return to humanoid form in a very painful manner; incapacitating them for the remaining time the ring would have been active.

- The ring only functions at night for 8 hours. When the transformation finally ends, the wearer will be groggy and tired and must sleep else suffer the effects of extreme sleep deprivation.

- The transformation into a Velispar is rather extreme and any clothing worn will be shredded and totally destroyed. Any gear will be dropped. So the wearer must plan accordingly and travel lightly. The change is somewhat uncomfortable and is similar to morphing in that it involves the actual movement and change of bones, muscle, organs and tissue.

- Their is no control over the transformation once it begins. The ring cannot be removed once the process starts. If the ring is removed before, the transformation will not take place. If it is removed after, overwhelming exhaustion will set in requiring the wearer to sleep for three days straight before having strength enough to function. Putting the ring back on during this time will have no results; it will not function until the wearer's body has rested the full three days and is capable of handling the change.

- While the wearer will not suffer the voracious appetite of a young Velispar, when they return to their normal form they will be overwhelmingly hungry and will need to eat heavily to prepare for the next change.

- If lost, given away or the wearer is otherwise separated from the ring in a permanent manner, the ring will lose all power and abilities and become nothing more than a worthless bone ring.

Temporarily Acquired Skill List (A single skill to be rolled for during each transformation. Roll 1d60.

(1) Archaeology
(2) Architecture
(3) Astrology
(4) Astronomy
(5) Camouflage
(6) Climbing
(7) Cryptography
(8) Dance
(9) Escape Artist
(10) Farming
(11) Fishing
(12) Floristry
(13) Foraging
(14) Fortune Telling
(15) Gambling
(16) Geology
(17) Herbalism
(19) History
(20) Hunting
(21) Intelligence
(22) Interrogation
(23) Intimidation
(24) Investigation
(25) Land Navigation
(26) Larceny
(27) Law
(28) Leadership
(29) Mathematics
(30) Medicine
(31) Meditation
(32) Metalsmithing
(33) Mining
(34) Mountaineering
(35) Negotiation
(36) Observation
(37) Organization
(38) Persuasion
(39) Philosophy
(40) Physics
(41) Poison
(42) Politics
(43) Running
(44) Salvage
(45) Scavenge
(46) Scouting
(47) Sculpting
(48) Seduction
(49) Singing
(50) Spelunking
(51) Stealth
(52) Storytelling
(53) Subterfuge
(54) Tactics
(55) Teaching
(56) Tracking
(57) Trapping
(58) Wilderness Survival
(59) Shielding (vs Earth Reimancy)
(60) Earth Reimancy

The ring's powers and abilities as well as limitations and drawbacks may change over the course of its use if the need for balance is required.
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