23rd of Summer, 518
It'd been an incredibly long day at work. Zeke was often out of sight and it left Farris to conduct transactions in the Fence with little idea of previous interactions with the patrons. Awkwardly, he'd managed his way through the day and was eager for it to end. After all, his arrangement with Kelski was paying its dividends. He had already used the place for his practice more than once, reveling in the privacy it afforded him as well as the seclusion that he so prized. Prying eyes made Sunberth an unsafe place, more so than the violence that was rife within the city to begin with. A patient man ordinarily, he'd found himself eagerly anticipating his shift's end... and when it arrived, he nearly ran out of the Fence and towards the Gem. The trip wasn't particularly long, but he need take several out of the way turns to ensure that he wasn't followed. Once he arrived, however, caution was rendered unnecessary and he nearly ran through the doors. He descended the stairs next, making his way towards the basement in order to begin his efforts.
Once he was in his seclusion he took his time to get the space ready. His rucksack fell to the floor with a soft thud, and when he seated himself next to it, he peeled out his journal and set it neatly on his right hand side. A breath filled his lungs as he closed his eyes. He sought to clear his thoughts, letting the events of the day pass him by one by one until slowly, they dissipated entirely. He breathed in slower and slower intervals, clearly able to feel the pounding pulse in his chest wane to a reasonable rate. His body relaxed, his possessions scattered about and his mind at ease, he felt he was ready to begin. Farris raised his hands to chest level, holding them with palms facing one another and nearly an inch apart. Both hands moved in a slow, synchronized rhythm, keeping their distance even as digits pointed in different directions with each movement. The slow, sweeping motions began to well with djed.
Farris felt a steep pleasure cast upon his senses, flowing from his spine and along his fingertips as cracks in the air between his fingers began to form. The cracks formed a rift that parted like a mouth, growing slowly, but steadily into a circular incision into the Void that stretched a total of three inches wide. The portal emitted no pulse as of yet, the wizard fully intent on its formation as djed surged between his fingertips. The process took about thirty ticks, but Farris had all of the time in the world.
Reveling in the effort that was casting, Farris found a wide grin set upon his expression. He was finding it simpler and simpler to clear his mind and found few flashes in the past plaguing his efforts this time around. Satisfied with his efforts, he kept the pace of djed flow in line, perfectly content with the size of the portal. As the portal stabilized, the Voider ceased his hand's movements, letting himself move to seize his journal while keeping unyielding eye contact with the rift he'd created. He tore a strip from one of the pages, forming it into a ball before he held it with his palm up and it in the center of it. The balled up piece of paper began to shift in the center of his palm as the Voider willed a pull into being. It began slowly, a soft 'whoosh' breaking the silence of the room. The paper lifted from the surface of his palm before it was flung forward, sucked into the Void to never be seen again.
It'd been an incredibly long day at work. Zeke was often out of sight and it left Farris to conduct transactions in the Fence with little idea of previous interactions with the patrons. Awkwardly, he'd managed his way through the day and was eager for it to end. After all, his arrangement with Kelski was paying its dividends. He had already used the place for his practice more than once, reveling in the privacy it afforded him as well as the seclusion that he so prized. Prying eyes made Sunberth an unsafe place, more so than the violence that was rife within the city to begin with. A patient man ordinarily, he'd found himself eagerly anticipating his shift's end... and when it arrived, he nearly ran out of the Fence and towards the Gem. The trip wasn't particularly long, but he need take several out of the way turns to ensure that he wasn't followed. Once he arrived, however, caution was rendered unnecessary and he nearly ran through the doors. He descended the stairs next, making his way towards the basement in order to begin his efforts.
Once he was in his seclusion he took his time to get the space ready. His rucksack fell to the floor with a soft thud, and when he seated himself next to it, he peeled out his journal and set it neatly on his right hand side. A breath filled his lungs as he closed his eyes. He sought to clear his thoughts, letting the events of the day pass him by one by one until slowly, they dissipated entirely. He breathed in slower and slower intervals, clearly able to feel the pounding pulse in his chest wane to a reasonable rate. His body relaxed, his possessions scattered about and his mind at ease, he felt he was ready to begin. Farris raised his hands to chest level, holding them with palms facing one another and nearly an inch apart. Both hands moved in a slow, synchronized rhythm, keeping their distance even as digits pointed in different directions with each movement. The slow, sweeping motions began to well with djed.
Farris felt a steep pleasure cast upon his senses, flowing from his spine and along his fingertips as cracks in the air between his fingers began to form. The cracks formed a rift that parted like a mouth, growing slowly, but steadily into a circular incision into the Void that stretched a total of three inches wide. The portal emitted no pulse as of yet, the wizard fully intent on its formation as djed surged between his fingertips. The process took about thirty ticks, but Farris had all of the time in the world.
Reveling in the effort that was casting, Farris found a wide grin set upon his expression. He was finding it simpler and simpler to clear his mind and found few flashes in the past plaguing his efforts this time around. Satisfied with his efforts, he kept the pace of djed flow in line, perfectly content with the size of the portal. As the portal stabilized, the Voider ceased his hand's movements, letting himself move to seize his journal while keeping unyielding eye contact with the rift he'd created. He tore a strip from one of the pages, forming it into a ball before he held it with his palm up and it in the center of it. The balled up piece of paper began to shift in the center of his palm as the Voider willed a pull into being. It began slowly, a soft 'whoosh' breaking the silence of the room. The paper lifted from the surface of his palm before it was flung forward, sucked into the Void to never be seen again.
