by Wrenmae on May 27th, 2011, 7:49 pm
Despite himself, he opened his eyes. Immediately, the pinprick of nothingness was gone, but for a moment he had seen it.
Seidaku seemed surprised.
Perhaps this is owed an explanation.
Standing, Wrenmae shook exhaustion from his being and the stiffness of his long stillness from his arms. Voiding had been a difficult practice, most of it reliant upon picturing an instance of impossibility. Even then, Wrenmae doubted he had truly tapped into the Void's potential. There was just too much unlike theory in his mind to truly grasp the basics of expanding the portal. Still, even a little achievement deserved some lauding.
"This...isn't my first time channeling Djed," he admitted quietly, biting his lower lip nervously. Magic was looked upon as like a warrior looks upon a sentient sword. It was dangerous, unpredictable, and had incredible potential to harm, to destroy. Admitting he could perform other magic was similarly equivalent to admitting he had small trained vipers beneath his sleeves, instructed to bite any other hand within reach.
Taking a seat, Wrenmae held out his hands.
Before, watching alleycats had helped him grasp some of the basic points of morphing. While he was no expert and certainly struggled with the most basic of executions, mimicking their silky fur or piercing green eyes had proved an easy task with the right amount of practice.
The Djed flowing through his hands pushed at the backs of his arms, prickling the prexisting hair there. His hands warped slightly, skin twisting and turning in a slow almost chaotic intensity. Ginger fur pushed along the avenues that normal hair might flow, crowding his hands and arms. He focused on his eyes, feeling the pupil shifting, contracting, warping. He kept his eyes closed for this part, feeling his nails grow a little sharper at the ends of his fingers, rising to filed points by direction of Djed alone. The morphing was imperfect, only scant patches of the cat fur riding along his arms like wildfire and only a few of his nails pointed and sharp.
Opening his eyes, he looked at Seidaku with the piercing, eerie gaze of a cat, smiling almost helplessly before closing his eyes and reversing the change. His skin warped, telling it to dissolve the bonds of Djed to change, to return to what he was.
The process took several minutes, slow work that showed every moment of shifting skin and receding hair.
When the last of it had faded from his skin, Wrenmae opened his eyes and let out a long breath, his hands shaking. It was hard work, morphing, but hopefully he got his point across.
"I...can do other things to, but this is the most obvious form of magic I know...maybe I learned faster because I knew how to manipulate Djed already?"
It was an excuse, he had no idea why he grasped it so willingly.
He pointed out the glyphs now, eager to get off the topic itself. "What are those? Do they serve importance to Voiding?"
This PC has the Blight gnosis. As such, you as a player need to be aware of what that consists of. Wrenmae has an invisible aura that amplifies sickness and disease. Wounds may become infected, small sneezes may become coughing, and a slight fever may become more serious. A nuit's body will also break down faster in the presence of the Blight. These effects may not be immediate, but within the few days following your encounter, the symptoms will manifest. Some sooner than others. I cannot control your character, so creativity will be left up to you. Best wishes and stay healthy!
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Fallon for my new CS