[Bharani Library] Slightly Less Hollow Points (Mauriel)

Savis and Mauriel continue their night with lessons on the principles of magic.

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The Diamond of Kalea is located on Kalea's extreme west coast and called as such because its completely made of a crystalline substance called Skyglass. Home of the Alvina of the Stars, cultural mecca of knowledge seekers, and rife with Ethaefal, this remote city shimmers with its own unique light.

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[Bharani Library] Slightly Less Hollow Points (Mauriel)

Postby Savis Maren on January 19th, 2019, 10:13 pm

When fear forms the hollow platitudes to live by there is no hope for advancement. To be stuck in the fervor of ignorance is to fully lay claim to barbarism, the nuit thought to herself. It was common to fear. It was an instinct driven so wisely into the primal nature of living beings. Savis Maren could account for the uses of fear, but its consequences were a far more dangerous game. She watched over the course of the evening how fear gave way to curiosity. Then, how curiosity evolved into fascination. Then, at last, the ignorance was satisfied and Mauriel even seemed eager to learn more.

Savis certainly wasn't a master, but this day, she felt further along on her way. The idea of garnering souls to teach and derive talents from - a mutually beneficial symbiosis of souls - drove her to eagerness. To teach others, to find in them the eager soul willing to learn, became a passion that superseded the hatred. Discontent vanished and the nuit couldn't quite keep the chuckle off her lips. The close-lipped smile remained plastered on her countenance as the laughter escaped Mauriel's lips in turn.

The notebook had quite the personality. It spoke out with Mauriel's voice and fearlessly admonished the both of them. Savis, belwildered and amused, closed the book and retrieved it from the table before coaxing the djed from the depths of her soul. Her shoulders sagged, then swelled with the familiar rise and fall of unnecessary breath. Savis delved into the layers of the astral, cradling her arms before severing the spectral from the corporeal. The nuit's arms fell limp at her sides as she picked up the enchanted notebook, prying it from within the Destination. She'd offer it to Mauriel,

"Hold this for a moment," the nuit said, a given command more than a question of favor. She reached into her bag for her waterskin, next, pulling clean bandages from within as well. She soaked the cotton in water before using her astral limb to knead the bandages against the table. She scrubbed the paint off from the surface with slow, circular movements before allowing her silver gaze to search for a receptacle. Finding what she sought a short distance away, she lifted the gauze from the surface and threw it all away. Savis then pulled her astral arms to her physical shell, fusing the astral back into the physical just as day wrought forth from the clutch of night.

When Savis Maren's attention returned to the table and the Lethaefal present along with it, the golden light of Syna, at last, rained down on the world. With her arrival and the departure of Leth from the skies of Mizahar, it seemed his oh-so-distant daughter changed as well. A big, blubbery tail replaced short but willowy legs, the creature formerly known as little miss Dazzling erupting into a decidedly less shiny and graceful form. When Savis saw the flying seal-woman-thing, she found an overwhelming tickle in her throat building.

For her entire season and change within Lhavit, she'd detested the Ethaefal for their unyielding beauty, for their unparalleled immortality, for that wretched perfection that kept them as repugnant stewards to all that was lovely and beautiful in the world. And now, one such Ethaefal turned into this comically absurd creature.

What even is this? she asked, as the unfiltered laughter began to fly from her lips. She couldn't help herself as it erupted like Mount Skyinarta, flowing mellifluously throughout the Bharani Library and pushing her back from the table and into the adjacent one's stone bench. She rested her back against a stone edge, unable to stop herself as she was utterly undone.

"I-I-I'm so-" she burst out again, trying and failing to muster out any sort of apology or excuse for her behavior as the utter irony of her distaste for Mauriel in their initial encounter fell by the wayside completely.

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[Bharani Library] Slightly Less Hollow Points (Mauriel)

Postby Mauriel on January 21st, 2019, 8:10 am

12th of Fall, 518 AV

Mauriel was ready for a reaction, but she didn't expect quite the reaction she got. Her hand went numb, holding the automaton her soul was copied into, as she watched Savis quite literally fall back from laughter. The Akvatari laughed with her, partially instinctively, and partially to hide the true source of the soft glisten in her eyes. She was not unused to raised eyebrows, condescending chuckles, or even open laughter, but everyone so far tried to be polite, pointed out the irony, inquired about her race.

She could see where Savis was coming from, mind you. Especially in light of the beginning of their encounter, and the undead's feelings towards Ethaefal. But it hurt no less because of it. She kept convincing herself that her seal tail, while a bit tasteless for these region, was perfectly normal for Akvatar, that her face, while in stark contrast with her Ethaefal serene beauty, was still quite attractive, that her ridiculous combination of features was an exotic asset, bringing interest and allowing mobility. But every high pitch of laughter that came from Savis' throat was like a sledgehammer to her fragile glass of excuses. She was also painfully aware of her immobility now, within the library, as she was forbidden from flying.

Despite how much it pained her, the Ethaefal didn't want to make a scene. She understood, she couldn't blame Savis Maren for this, she only had her own fragile ego to deal with. And that she did. Well, in a way. She put on a more genuine looking smile, and tried to focus on something else to ease the storm. She turned to the golem, truly fondly looking at the creature in her hands. "See, Tunes, I got the short end of the stick out of the two of us. Your first page is fine, really."

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[Bharani Library] Slightly Less Hollow Points (Mauriel)

Postby Madeira Craven on February 12th, 2019, 12:17 am

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Savis Maren

  • Socialization: 3xp
  • Teaching: 5xp
  • Observation: 5xp
  • Leadership: 3xp
  • Painting: 2xp
  • Animation: 5xp
  • Glyphing: 3xp
  • Sewing: 2xp
  • Logic: 3xp
  • Subterfuge: 1xp
  • Planning: 4xp
  • Projection: 3xp

  • Mauriel: and argumentative soul
  • Teaching: basics of Animation
  • Glyphing: optimizing animation
  • Politics: diplomacy and playing civil
  • Subterfuge: half-truths to manipulate
  • Mauriel: an interesting animation template
  • Mauriel: incessant questions
  • Animation: extracting musical talent
  • Mauriel: an insight into an Eth's soul
  • Lore of aspirations to be a teacher
  • Mauriel: an Akvatari
  • Animation: imbuing personality into golems
  • Animation: steps of Animation are flexible to the experienced practitioner

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+Tunes: a notebook automaton

Another good read. Mauri and Sav are perfectly dysfunctional together. :p


  • Observation: 5xp
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  • Socialization: 5xp
  • Animation: 5xp
  • Rhetoric: 3xp
  • Philosophy: 5xp
  • Mathematics: 1xp
  • Logic: 5xp
  • Composition: 1xp
  • Calligraphy: 1xp

  • Endurance: resisting disturbing thoughts
  • Nuit: more fragile than other races
  • Animation: introduction to animation
  • Dijed: the source of magic
  • Magic: the difference between personal and world magics
  • Philosophy: magic and the soul
  • Lore of the very basic overview of automatons
  • Lore of the nature of the soul
  • Animation: basic animation circles
  • Logic: detangling a complicated mind
  • Lore of icor
  • Animation Template: an uncomfortable experience
  • Philosophy: what does it mean to be a Nuit?
  • Philosophy: what if everyone knew auristics?
  • Animation: a source need not be sentient
  • Magic: cannot just be learned theoretically

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