Closed A Beachside Building[Rhydian]

Crylon runs into Rhydian while practicing his Reimancy...

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Syka is a new settlement of primarily humans on the east coast of Falyndar opposite of Riverfall on The Suvan Sea. [Syka Codex]

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A Beachside Building[Rhydian]

Postby Crylon Stonecraft on January 15th, 2023, 7:56 pm


10 Winter 522


Rising from his bedding on another warm Sykan morning, Crylon rolled upward and hopped out of his tent. As usual he was wearing bottoms but nothing else, feeling the sand between his toes as he ran off a bit to make his morning ablutions.

On his way there and back the Isur tried to decide what he would do that day, considering one thing and then another. In the end he settled on building something, and practicing his magic. Both were things he had been meaning to do, in particular his magic since he still felt inadequate at it for any proper building projects. With that in mind the Isur decided to settle on something relatively simple, something he could also do without magic. Building sand castles.

The last time the Isur had practiced his training he had focused on sand, both making and moving it around. However he had done so roughly, as a wave of sand or random clods. Now he would need much finer tuned control to make a real shape or building out of it, even if only a simple sand one. Seeing this as a good first step with more to come later it seemed a good idea to begin his work in this medium before he worked with shifting and shaping stone or other more dense things liable to hurt someone.

Grabbing a bucket of seawater Crylon headed back to his tent which was set near the Sykan Commons but not so close as to be in the way, and picked a spot a bit away from both to avoid getting any sand on his stuff.

With his supplies ready Crylon sat down on the sand, closed his eyes, and focused on his djed in his desire to manipulate and exude his res. As usual he focused on a forge within his mind, seeing the place mentally as a safe place he went to for comfort and hominess. In the back of that hot room though was a door, a door leading to an icy cold cave. And square in the middle of that cave was a mineshaft. It was a clean edged thing, with a large hexagonal shaped opening, clean and uniform in his mind as if sliced out of the ground with a giant blade. And within that was his mental understanding of djed, the bundle within himself of fuel for his magic, minute grains of black obsidian sand. Focusing on this he lowered one hand, willing it to come forth at the same time as he pictured his mental hand dipping into this mental shaft.

While still slow, Crylon felt small improvements, and felt his magic was reacting a bit faster each time he worked at it. As he did he focused on the task at hand, and willed his res to come out of his real hand which was a counterpart to the one dipping into the black sand. A breath in, and then out... And then he pulled mentally while willing his djed to manifest as exuded res.

Opening his eyes he saw a small cloud of ethereal silvery res come forth, trickling out of his hand and forming a small cloud above his palm. This time it was a decent fist sized cloud of res, bigger than the last time he had tried it.

With that he willed the res to go down to the sand, sinking it into the surface of the material and then focusing on it, trying to work out how best to mold and shape it into a sandcastle as bits of res floated partly in the sand and partly just above it.

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A Beachside Building[Rhydian]

Postby Rhydian Lamoze on January 24th, 2023, 5:17 pm

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Nine Days. Nine days had gone by since he had returned to the land of Syka. In the time before that, he had disappeared from the island, grieving over the loss of his mother. It was.. extremely difficult for him. Now that he had returned though?? Well he still had a lot to deal with in that regard, emotionally. It had been stowed away for the meantime though and would sit just behind his eyes. That trauma.. It would stick with him.

It didn't exactly help that upon his return to Syka, that his hope had more or less been missing. Tazrae had opted to close down her inn for the time being and as such, Rhydian was effectively homeless. He was permitted to maintain the same job as his last time around but for the time being, he would have to dwell within a tent. And so he had. For the last nine days, he had been living outside of his tent in which he had managed to place beside the bungalows that he was hoping to check out. Eventually he would snag a place here.. Eventually.

Either way, despite everything that had led up to him being here at the moment, Rhydian had to try and focus on today. Solely the present. With that being the case, the Eypharian would climb outside of his tent and begin to go for a bit of a jog with his young Jungle Ixam, Miru. Fifteen minutes of jogging around a bit was all that he could really manage. Once that was up, he would be forced to walk back towards his home alongside Miru.

It was along this trek back towards his tent, as he was passing through the Syka Commons, that an individual whom he had never seen before would catch his eye. A man with pale skin carrying, that contained a bluish tint and had raised silver veins carried across it, had been performing an act that the Eypharian hadn't witnessed in the past. This man.. had emitted some kind of silvery cloud from the palm of his hand. 'How.. is he doing that?' The cloud would then begin to descend into the sand below, which would cause Rhydian to draw closer to him. He hadn't been all that quiet in his approach and would simply crouch beside this new individual, keeping a keen eye on what was happening. No words would escape from the Eypharian's lips. This was simply his innate curiosity in all that was happening.

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A Beachside Building[Rhydian]

Postby Crylon Stonecraft on January 25th, 2023, 10:08 pm


Focused as he was on the task at hand, exuding res, Crylon had not really paid much attention to anything or anyone else. Perhaps if someone had come right up to him or within his personal space he would have noticed, but as it was he was focused enough to not notice the stranger standing near him. At least until he finished the more focus intensive process of exuding res, and turned to manipulating it which still took focus but at the moment not as much. If he did not focus on exuding it would not come out, but if he lost focus on controlling it then it just did not move, he did not lose it.

As he motioned with his hands and willed the res down into the sand, pairing his motion with his willed intent for the res to follow, which it did. Considering then what to do next he noticed someone standing nearby and watching, turning with a frown to eye the other person for a moment before turning back to his res. As they were not saying anything they did not seem to be in a rush, and so he kept at what he was doing while speaking.

“Do you need something? I'm trying to practice over here...”

As he said this he motioned again with his hands, cupping one hand while lifting the other hand up a bit while keeping it flat and level. The gesture itself meant nothing, but in his mind it made sense and helped to focus his work of Reimancy. Likely making a sand castle the mundane way would be easier, but the entire point was to learn to build and make something just with Reimancy, even if it was not big or all the useful. A first step while small was important, and led to the possibility of others, and so he found no fault in taking a small step not of much use to anyone.

Whoever the man was he seemed interested, but not enough to actually speak to him, which probably meant he had no idea what he was doing. And while Crylon was not overly secretive about it, neither was he naturally forthcoming to some stranger staring at him from nearby without speaking.

With his newest command of moving the res and exerting attraction, a small mound of sand rose from the surface of the beach perhaps a half a hand tall. Not quite a mound though, Crylon quibbled to himself, since it was taller than it was wide. More like... A very tiny tower of sand.

However dry as it was he knew it would not last, and so keeping one hand flat and still to focus on keeping the res and attractive pull the same, he used the other hand to get the sea water. Then being careful he dumped a small bit of water onto the sand, watching as it soaked into the res infused material... And almost immediately collapsed as a soggy heap... Noting to himself, he saw his pull had not been strong enough, and as he could not control water but only earth he had not managed to maintain it.

Letting out a sigh he returned his hands to their earlier position, pulling more sand in to the res infused heap, trying to spread the wetness over a greater mass of sand for him to control in hopes he would be able to control it once he was done.

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