41st Day of Fall, 518 AV
The sound of the waves of lake Ravok lapping on the beach before his was soothing to the ears of the pale wizard as he strode through the dirt, his gaze staring far into the horizon. It was a day like any other and yet it was entirely different. It seemed more calm than usual and the Caldera felt oddly at ease with the world around his, his normally troubled thoughts quelled by the calm of the day and the rhythmic ebb and flow of the waters. Elias considered this to be the perfect spot for today’s exercise so he carefully unclasped his cloak and slipped off his boots. It was a shame Ravok did not have the same sandy beaches as Zeltiva or Mura, but there was something about the rich, dark earth of his homeland between his toes that just couldn’t be replaced.
The wizard placed the weathered cloak down on the ground, creating a form of mat for his to sit on. He carefully sat down upon it, his breath escaping his in a slight sigh. These trips out of the city always had ways of leaving his drained from bells of travelling by barge. It was all worth it off course, to be away from the prying eyes of others and possessing privacy to use his reimancy. It was also a fair bit safer for using the full extent of his power, which was what he intended to do and more today.
The reimancer decided to differ from his usual routine, at least for the moment. He did not glyph up his body, nor did he enter into meditation. That was because today was going to be very different in regards of how he was going to experiment. It would be as much an internal exercise as it would be external. The past few days had revealed an ugly truth to him, and that was how very little he actually knew in regards to his own powers. Certainly he knew the basics and some advanced concepts, but it had been a long while since last he had actually sat down and reflected upon his own abilities.
The stryfer sat cross legged, with both hands out stretched. Slow verses of the ancient tongue spilled from his lips as he focused the energy within to both of his hands. Djed was forced from his very body and slowly began to generate around both of his hands, sheathing them in clear, translucent liquid.
Res is the life blood of a reimancer, more important than air or water. It is the essence of who the wizard is, a piece of their very being. Through shaping this substance a reimancer gains power over the natural elements and mastery of the physical world.
His mind was going through the aspects of reimancy as they existed, everything he knew and had learned over his years of practicing the powerful discipline. The man’s eyes were fixed upon the res, admiring the warm liquid as it shifted over his hands and caressed the flesh from whence it had come. It looked like a deceptively simple thing, but the power he could wield through it was beyond the scope of most mortal imagination.
Of course, the urge was always there, edging him on to expel more of the substance from his body. Euphoric visions of unspeakable chaos and destruction flashed through his mind, thoughts that couldn't help but bring a slight grin to his face. Those visions would be fulfilled one day, he would see to that. One day, he would pull the wool from the eyes of the fools of this world and show them the truth, that the truth of Rhysol could not be denied.
Elias pushed aside the visions and focused upon the res adorning both of his hand, his chanting still low. This was merely the precursor of the rest of the day to come. He couldn’t let himself be distracted.
The wizard placed the weathered cloak down on the ground, creating a form of mat for his to sit on. He carefully sat down upon it, his breath escaping his in a slight sigh. These trips out of the city always had ways of leaving his drained from bells of travelling by barge. It was all worth it off course, to be away from the prying eyes of others and possessing privacy to use his reimancy. It was also a fair bit safer for using the full extent of his power, which was what he intended to do and more today.
The reimancer decided to differ from his usual routine, at least for the moment. He did not glyph up his body, nor did he enter into meditation. That was because today was going to be very different in regards of how he was going to experiment. It would be as much an internal exercise as it would be external. The past few days had revealed an ugly truth to him, and that was how very little he actually knew in regards to his own powers. Certainly he knew the basics and some advanced concepts, but it had been a long while since last he had actually sat down and reflected upon his own abilities.
The stryfer sat cross legged, with both hands out stretched. Slow verses of the ancient tongue spilled from his lips as he focused the energy within to both of his hands. Djed was forced from his very body and slowly began to generate around both of his hands, sheathing them in clear, translucent liquid.
Res is the life blood of a reimancer, more important than air or water. It is the essence of who the wizard is, a piece of their very being. Through shaping this substance a reimancer gains power over the natural elements and mastery of the physical world.
His mind was going through the aspects of reimancy as they existed, everything he knew and had learned over his years of practicing the powerful discipline. The man’s eyes were fixed upon the res, admiring the warm liquid as it shifted over his hands and caressed the flesh from whence it had come. It looked like a deceptively simple thing, but the power he could wield through it was beyond the scope of most mortal imagination.
Of course, the urge was always there, edging him on to expel more of the substance from his body. Euphoric visions of unspeakable chaos and destruction flashed through his mind, thoughts that couldn't help but bring a slight grin to his face. Those visions would be fulfilled one day, he would see to that. One day, he would pull the wool from the eyes of the fools of this world and show them the truth, that the truth of Rhysol could not be denied.
Elias pushed aside the visions and focused upon the res adorning both of his hand, his chanting still low. This was merely the precursor of the rest of the day to come. He couldn’t let himself be distracted.
WC - 659