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Post by rianoc on Oct 28, 2015 18:36:19 GMT -8
New Spell Progression
(in progress) Mana Lock
This will require completing about 4 weeks of roleplay with no less than 2 roleplays a week that are relevant to learning this spell. Of those roleplays, there must be at least 3 where your character attempts to mana lock another mage (and fails, since they don't yet have it). There are a few ways you can go about it IC. Either A) learn the spell from another character who can cast it, B) Spend time self-learning the spell after acquiring magic tomes and/or scrolls from the Auguriis Magic Shop, or C) request magic lessons to learn/practice the spell from an Auguriis staff member. Your anticipated completion date will be November 25th.
New Skills
(in progress) none
Trait Raising
In Progress:
Completed: Magic skill 6 to 7 (base) 11/22/2015
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Post by rianoc on Oct 28, 2015 20:11:15 GMT -8
Spell and Trait Progression: Mana Lock and Magic [19:58] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) strokes Dieveren's feathered head gently, shushing him, as she enters the magic shop. Her eyes hungrily devour the items for sale, as she scans for where the tomes and scrolls are kept. She wishes that she had brought Belaern with her, perhaps she wouldn't have to pay for them that way. She was quite the miser despite having a fair good amount of money. She shakes her head and walks towards the counter with a self assured stride
[19:58] Deiveren: Touch me to wake me up
[20:00] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) flicks a glance up at the sound of the door, Damien's head popping up behind the counter as he chirps a warm "Evening and welcome to the Auguriis..." He wouldn't seem taken aback either by the visitor, nor her companion, but offered a polite if wary gaze "Meri'll be up in just a moment... What can we help you with?" The blond shopkeep gave her a quick once-over as Meri's footsteps might be heard from the back. Stepping through the back door, her own musical "Good evening..." then dashed a glance to Damien and back to the new arrival to see what was about.
[20:04] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) puts on a slip of a smile, charming and playful, as she presses both hands on the counter and leans over to see what the man was doing back there, "Oh, I-" She stops as the pretty, winged woman comes through the doors. She caught the name, and would hazard a guess, "Meri, I assume?" Her smile would slide into something more pleasantly harmless, "I came in to see about a few things. I would like to inquire about learning a new spell, either from a scroll or another mage, I would like to see where I can speak to someone about the Astrena Tor, and enchanted inks are required." She knows it was a mouthful so she stops, and waits for a negative or positive reaction.
[20:10] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) tipped her head, the soft chuckle on her breath as she perused the woman for a moment, her lips curving faintly and a nod offered "Yes, I'm Meri... Which spell was it you were looking for?" Damien popped up at the comment of new spell, Meri slipping forward and Damien sliding behind her to head over towards the scrollcase at the side, his ears pitched for the reply as Meri continued "Regarding the inks, that is something I can assist with as well, dependent on the spell you're looking for, and whether you require simply the ink or the artist to inscribe it..." Another slight pause then "Regarding Astrena Tor, that I can assist with as well though I do require some test of Art to be able to prove your Talent... Nothing evocative, or... destructive if you please, simply some show of your capability for now, the rest - well - that can be discussed farther on."
[20:19] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) presses her hands against the sides of her bare thighs, immediately aware that she should have put more clothes on, the nails on her golden rings leaving indents in her flesh. She pushes back her shoulders and presses on, always with a confident smile, "Mana Lock is the spell I wish to aquire. It is one that my former own- teacher would not allow me to learn. Now that I am free to do as I wish I am most eager to add it to my talents." Her one hand slid up to stroke Deiveren's head again, she wanted to keep the bird from flying around and knocking expensive things over, but he was calmly snoozing. She chuckled, "Well it seems I came at the right time, and to the right woman. I am in need of the inks and an artist. I know the spell I would like. Aspect of the Beast," she nods a bit less confident, "If that is possible." Her hands create patterns along her skin and she would then lift her wrist and flick it out to Damien attempting to silence him.
[20:19] Rianoc rolls R7 (IoV:#76b9#): 23 - silence on damien
[20:23] Merialeth Windstar rolls R0 (IoV:#51bb#): 7 - Damien say what??
[20:29] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) glanced over as she heard the spell to be sought, Meri's soft Song rising and the blast of Magic cast Damien's way as she watched him start to reply... only to have nothing come from his mouth. Meri's Song holding, though the notes went awry as she glanced over and stopped short, the spell scroll that had started to glow, abruptly cut off with a lift of her brow "Now that ... was totally unnecessary.." She'd retort to the Drow, her crystal green gaze taking a second glance at the woman as she tipped her head and furrowed her brows. "If you wish to be here, don't attack my employees again... not even for a demonstration." Her voice was still that musical descant, but there was a hint of steel within. "Amusing it may be, but - I'm quite sure something else would have served the purpose." A single Note again lifted into the air, and Damien grabbed the scroll bringing it back over to Meri with a huff, then glanced towards the woman and thumbed towards the back to Meri, where he promptly disappeared
[20:29] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan): after. She'd take the scroll, holding it and watching her for another moment or so then finally continued "Regarding the ink, yes that is one that I can both create and inscribe for you - the cost of which will be three silver. This spell, is two silver..."
[20:37] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) had been chuckling as the man looked a bit silly holding his mouth open and mouthing his lips around only for no sound to come out, but she abruptly stopped as Meri admonished her for the prank. She lowered her eyes, out of habit and out of deference to the woman being obviously more well connected than she, "My apologies Meri. I meant no offense, pardon my ill manners." She watched as Damian slip away, and she flicks her eyes back to Meri, "I can pay that, yes." She grimaced as she untied the small suede pouch from around her owl's neck and opened it to reveal shiny clinkers. With obvious pain in her expression, she picks out five silver and hesitantly lays them out on the table. "Will I be needing to tip you for the tattoo?" Please no! Have mercy on her greedy little hands.
[20:43] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) watched her even more intently than before, the dropped eyes, the quiet reply, and though she wouldn't relent, Meri'd nod slowly at the change in demeanour. Stepping forward to place the spellscroll before the woman and taking up the coins to slide them in the lockbox below, she'd shake her head once, her wings rustling as they tucked up against her shoulders, that bright green gaze taking her in again and letting a faint smile light her features at the care in which she seemed to give to the owl. "No, no tip would be required, the cost is as it is..." She'd think a moment "Come back in two day's time, and I will have the ink ready for you - after that if you still wish to join us here, we can discuss it then."
[20:49] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) watches the coin longingly as it disappears, but it is soon an afterthought as she slowly reaches for the scroll. As her fingers run along the heavy paper a soft sigh escapes her lips and she looks visibly relaxed. Her smile has returned, this time with less amusement and more sincerity. "Thank you, Meri. My name is Rianoc, and I will be back for the ink in the proper amount of time. I will come prepared to be tattooed," She meant with a pain numbing root- willowbark most likely, but did not say so much. "I do wish to join you, and I am eager to prove I am more than a prankster." She would then look at Meri with more seriousness, "I have much to learn, and a great deal of willpower to learn it."
[20:54] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) dipped her head politely, the slight smile growing more as Rianoc spoke, "A pleasure to meet you..." the soft chuckle purring through her breath as she gave her own somewhat wry smile then continued "I look forward to seeing you then, and I look forward to seeing that, as well. Good luck with that spell, it is a tricky one.. It does not happen to be one I am skilled with or I would offer you lessons, but I'm sure you will do fine with study and such on your own, and a willing victim perhaps..."
[21:00] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) bends her head towards Meri, and then a husky laugh follows as she looks up at her, "Willin victim, yes. I do think it might be fun if he doesn't have to make the choice to be willing or unwilling. I can do that for him." She would pick up the coin purse and delicately tie it around the owl's neck again, kissing his head tenderly, before grabbing the scroll. She looked down at herself- Oh my, no satchel or pockets- and sighs before saying, "Thank you again, and I will see you in two days." She turned around gracefully, moving in a way that it seemed as if she were precisely timing each movement for the maximum visual beauty, and would leave the shop if unhindered.
[21:03] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) chuckled again, the soft sound still somewhat musical even as she quirked her own faint grin. It did help if they were willing... but sleeping worked too... After all it'd take practice... lots of practice. "I will see you then, have a good evening, Rianoc... " then watched as she headed out the door, the tip of her head as she glanced back and Sang out a soft note waiting for Damien to make his way back out to the front of the shop... Very interesting...
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Post by rianoc on Oct 29, 2015 0:03:31 GMT -8
Spell and Trait Progression: Mana Lock (1st failed attempt) and Magic [2015/10/28 23:11] Belaern crosses his legs and takes in a deep breath, and releases it and completely calms as he starts his meditation "i dont know, i've only dealt with the Overlady's emmisary.. and some tiny woman thing.. ate an eyeball right infront of me" he then closes his eyes and its as if he is gone, though he is still very present, a sort of sleep.. his body wont move, as though it is asleep, and his mind is distant.. he may lag in answers
[2015/10/28 23:15] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) quiets herself after he starts his meditation, and only fills the room with a soft, gentle humming as she cleans up the kitchen, wiping down what needs wiped down, and making sure all the pots and pans are scrubbed. she walks to the table, shaking her head at all the left over food, but goes to the counter, and puts the left overs into ceramic dishes with glass lids. They will have to keep until little Mika, and the other one, arrives for a late supper. Breakfast will be good though, roast pork with eggs and toast. She smiles, as a big part of her loves the comforts of taking care of people in a very earthy way. Finally finished she goes and sits down to look over her scroll. She reads it many times through, focusing on the intricacies of the text.
[2015/10/28 23:18] Belaern starts to breathe heavier and occasionally making a humming noise, one might be able to see raw magic surround him but only as a thin wave above his skin, much like a heatwave on a hot road
[2015/10/28 23:26] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) stands up, still reading the text, and begins to make motions with her hands and arms. She traces patterns in the air, gradually increasing them in size. Her body sways with the motions if they pull her forwards or back, left or right. She visualizes a set of trap doors, four in all, boxing up a tiny little room. She draws four lines in the air to create a box, and then the rune for "stop" on the outside of each of the "walls" of the box. She repeats this process eight times.
[2015/10/28 23:27] Belaern still lost in his meditation, though soon should be finished, he can hear her movements, though his mind is too distant to make sense of what he is hearing right now, it just gets lost the the backgrounds of what he is doing
[2015/10/28 23:31] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) puts the paper down, and focuses on Belaern. She can see the mana forming waves around him, and she hopes to try and trap it in her spell. As she considers it, if she is successful at the spell, then she will feign ignorance, as he surely doesn't know what she is doing in that state. As she had just finished her pattern in the air she then would press her palm out flat as if she were stamping her handprint into the center of the little room she had drawn. This activates the four runes, and watches him for signs that he will soon awaken.
[2015/10/28 23:34] Belaern sits still.. however soon the small essence of magic around him seems to seep into him and his eyes open, he looks around as though he had just woken from hours of sleep, feeling reinvigorated as his magical energies had replenished, he closes his eyes and yawns some before he would look around
[2015/10/28 23:41] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) would say under her breath in drow, "The room is closed." As she sent her spell out to hit Belaern, actually hoping that she didn't have it down yet. She was nearly certain that one evening going over a complex spell was not going to give her the ability to use it. It was one reason why she had complete faith in her inability to harm Aern.
[2015/10/28 23:45] Belaern feels an ear twitch and perks a brow as he hears drowish, he looks over in time to see the spell cast, however he waits a moment before reacting, relieved that after replenishing his magics, they weren't just sealed away on him "you know, fair play.. i should get to work on my fleshmeshing with you" he smirks some as he stands up and rolls his neck around and looks over Ria "after the day i had, think im about set for bed"
[2015/10/28 23:49] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) lowers her hands, and smirks, "You wouldn't dare ruin this body. You like playing with it too much." She stretches, and says softly, "I am going to take a bath while you sleep. I promise not to be too noisy, or distracting." She laughs softly before pulling her dress up over her head as she walks behind the screen.
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Post by rianoc on Oct 31, 2015 21:23:00 GMT -8
Trait progression: Magic [19:48] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) 's clothes lay in a pile next to her, her owl is flying in circles above before darting here and there to hunt for mice. She takes a small pot and unscrews the lid, dipping her finger into the blood concealed within. She painstakingly begins to write runes over her bare skin, humming a happy tune while she does so. When she is done she puts the jar back on the pot and sets it down next to her clothes. She pushes to her feet, and begins to tap into her magic.
[19:52] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) moves forwards on the balls of her toes, then backwards on her heels. She leans from one side and then the other, centering herself. She repeats this pattern three times until she feels balanced. Inhaling deeply she lifts her arms to her sides, exhaling as she opens her eyes. Her voice says low and pleading, in drow, "Mother Lloth, I offer my blood covered body in worship to you. Bring your wisdom and your cunning to your child as I try to attain perfection in your name!"
[19:59] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) 's hands begin to draw circles in the air, each one bigger than the next. Slowly she sways back and forth. Each motion is timed to tap deeper and deeper into the flow of magic through her body. She is opening gateways inside of herself, her mind finding more efficient ways to direct the mana through her body. She wants a place of peace around her as she works as she does not need rage or overly passionate drives to interrupt her work. She walks in a circle, dancelike and elegant in the clearing.
[20:00] Mikachu (burningheatiidx.mikado): [Mika] was collecting a few herbs looking back over her shoulder to see if she could still see the strangers in the forest. The faun immediately recognized Ria and ran over to her only to notice she was naked.
[20:03] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) would be in an almost trancelike state, her feet continuing to take her in a lazy circle. She speaks, "Stillness" in drow with a soft tone. A calm would come over the area as she casts Instill Serenity. Mika would now have +2 to resolve against anyone trying to instill negative emotions and might find herself feeling very peaceful.
[20:06] Mikachu (burningheatiidx.mikado): [Mika] felt content all of a sudden, but she was still slightly concerned. "Ria?" She squeaked and stay back just in case she was interrupting.
[20:10] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) smiles, she herself feeling as if she is laying in a warm bath. She goes back to the center of her imaginary circle, moving through the air as if there was a strong breeze to blow along her skin- moving and turning her body. She dips her chin and opens her eyes to rest on Mika. She has to concentrate to keep the serenity spell up as well as working to keep open the new pathways she has found within her for mana movement. The runes on her body would begin to pulse with light softly, in tune with her heartbeat. "Mika," She smiles gently, "What are you doing out in the forest so very late?"
[20:14] Mikachu (burningheatiidx.mikado): [Mika] lowered her ears and ran forward a little. "It is Balaern, he has gotten himself injured. I managed to get the arrow out, and Rayne has healed him some, but I will be mixing some more herbs from the forest."
[20:18] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) 's runes stop pulsing as her face drops and she feels herself struggle to keep the spell up. "What happened? How badly is he injured?" She feels the network of mana vessels closing up one by one as her emotions over Aern's injuries take over. She closes her eyes, and pictures tiny doors opening and blasts of red light pouring out of them. This halts the closing vessels, but leaves her unable to move her body for need of control.
[20:23] Mikachu (burningheatiidx.mikado): [Mika] shrinks back.. "Umm.. It looks like he was attacked with a blade and then shot with an arrow. He mentioned someone in the undercity attacked him.. elf, woman or something." She shrugs and looks away. "He was.. uhh.. asking for you, I think if you are free afterwards, you should go and see him."
[20:31] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) opens her eyes, the few new mana taps now permanent so she does not need to hold them open with force of will any longer. Her body relaxes some, and her runes would pulse again. "I will go to him as soon as I try something..." She whispers a word, unable to be deciphered, and the sense of serenity would become more present, constant. The feeling would be less of slight relaxation and more of a peaceful bliss (roll resolve if you would like to counter this). Her runes glow brightly as she does this, and then slowly she would let the spell drop, satisfied that she had made progress towards bettering her magical aptitude tonight. In fact her entire body feels looser now. The area would become as normal again (no more +2 to resolve), and she would walk to the pond. Carefully bathing the blood off of her skin, but hurrying more than normal. She walks over to her clothes and performs a cantrip. Her hand waves as if she is fanning herself, and the water rolls off her skin and hair to leave her perfectly dry.
[20:31] She puts on her clothes and calls Deiveren down to her shoulder. "I will go to him now. Mika, could you pick me up some plants for a poison I need to prepare? Don't worry I am not going to hurt anyone- it is just in case." Her eyes showed worry asit was obvious she wanted to get home to Aern.
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[20:38] Mikachu (burningheatiidx.mikado): [Mika] always thought that the others in the group had such wonderful magic abilities, and the little faun could do little more than roll around in the dirt. "I can do that, yes yes. I will be back as soon as I can, to help heal if need be, but Rayne is resting after she healed him."
[20:40] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) bites her lower lip and she wants to hug the little faun, but she holds back simply smiling at her with admiration, "Mika, you are a hard worker and a wonderful friend. Thank you for being you." She meant it, and would then turn to head back to their home.
[20:44] Mikachu (burningheatiidx.mikado): [Mika] smiles behind her mask and tilts her head to the side. "I am always me, it is the only person I know how to be.. no thanks are needed, as I can not return them." She steps back and nods. The fae could not say thanks as it was a debt. "I will be home soon!"
[20:44] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) chuckles as she walks away, "Do hurry. I worry about you at night."
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Post by rianoc on Nov 3, 2015 14:15:37 GMT -8
Spell and Trait Progression: Mana Lock (2nd failed attempt) and Magic [13:06] Belaern would be laying about on the lounge, being lazy, around his stomach a bandage made from an offcut of his cloak could be seen.. but other wise, he's slacking off
[13:08] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) strides from behind the dividers humming an exotic tune, soft and playful. She stops short beside Belaern and sees his bandage with her peripheral vision, "Do I even want to know?" She would hold herself still waiting for his response to act accordingly.
[13:11] Belaern rotates and then stands from where he was laying, he's sort of hunched over and a pained look spreads across his face as he stands "ooo-oooh.. fun tip, when healing, leave wound outstretched" he would look down at his 'bandage' his wound was bleeding again, so he takes the wrap off, she was gonna find out eventually.. "got stabbed in the tavern.. turns out the girl I hexed, apart from those interfering idiots in the tavern, seems she has other friends"
[13:16] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) 's fists curl up in a ball, "So, you have half the town after you now?" She turns away, <I will have to pretend to be one of them. I am sickened that these fools can get their revenge in a hot anger, but I have to wait until it is cooled.> She walks over to him, "I will have to get those bandages made as soon as possible. If I had known that you would be getting injured this soon again I would have had them ready by now."
[13:19] Belaern looks down at his wound "yeah, seems that way, but im still here, takes more than that to get rid of me" he looks around, nobody here, and when possible, why not partake in speaking his natural language <it was a revenge attack, but believe me, had it been you who was attacked, my revenge would be more than a knife to the belly and a warning.. in due time they shall learn who we are, in due time they will beg for our mercy> Belaern is much better spoken in drowish, his english is lazy.
[13:23] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) holds out her hands and takes his, but keeps her distance, "I don't want to get my dress bloody," she explains. She shakes her head and looks at him sadly, "Do not let yourself die in some dark alley, you were meant for more than that Aern." She then squeezes his hands with a small smile, letting them drop gently. "May I?" She shakes her head, <Nevermind, my dear. You are already wounded, I should not be asking to practice such a dangerous spell upon you as well."
[13:28] Belaern holds her hands and squeezes them too, hugs are more fun, but he would get blood all over her, he smiles some "i've no plans for the day Ria, no need to leave the house, you can do it, i dont mind" he holds his arms wide "you'll have it soon, show me what ya can do"
[13:32] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) quirks her head at him, "Are you sure?" She doesn't wait for him to answer as she begins to grin broadly. <Thank you Aern.> Her lips move, as if she is saying words, but no sound comes out. She is mouthing the text from one of the Drow Great House's books on etiquette. She speaks fluidly of the reasons why one would cage a guest that was welcomed into their home. As she does this she begins to open the pathways where her mana pours into her veins, pulsing through her and infusing her blood with magic.
[13:36] Belaern nods with a small smile, he knows if she is successful his magic will be sealed away, but this is what he does, he helps her when she needs a test dummy, he'll be first to volunteer "been workin on my fleshmeshin'.. wound would be better healed by now if i hadn't, reopened it to get to the blood, to try the spell"
[13:43] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) hears him, but she is deeply focused on working out the spell. reaches out to draw four lines, two straight across and one down, slashing them into a box in the air. Her other hand palm down to the floor, rooting her there, tying her to the earth. She scrawls the rune for stop on the outside of each side of the box, and her lips now move rapidly as the text she is mouthing gets to how to subdue your guest in a polite way before shutting the cage doors around him or her. She can feel the newly opened pathways, lending a more centered force to her spell attempt. She begins to try and draw the mana from inside and around Belaern, her hand bent at the palm, all five fingers pointing towards him from the center of the box. If she was successful at all he might feel a flatness, the feeling of being deflated as the mana was taken from him.
[13:44] Cathartic: ((two down*))
[13:48] Belaern silently cheers her on as he watches the spell form, and to try and help her he would close his eyes and do what he could as meditation, to try anything to make his mana easier to get at "you got this" he whispers to her
[13:57] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) her lips get to where the most effective methods for sedating your victims, erm guests, are once they are locked away. She closes her eyes, inhales deeply, and presses her palm in the center of the faint white box and runes she had drawn. As she does so the lines and words light up a bright, pale blue, and if there was mana inside it would begin to lock away as the "doors" were activated. However, the light flickers, and the runes and door go dark and soon they disappear altogether. She is very tired, and her shoulder slump as she lowers her hand, and brings her other one up from where it was anchoring her. She gives a weak smile as Belaern, "I knew it would be hard." He would know how hard she is on herself, though, and how deeply her failures cut. She looks down at the floor a moment while adjusting the bangle around her bicep, and then clears her throat, "I will get some material to make bandages while I am out. There is some more willowbark left on the table in the back, just please be careful around
[13:57] the glass vials." She is acting aloof to hide her disappointment. Looking at him, though, she does smile, "Thanks for letting me try."
[14:03] Belaern feel flat as he watches Ria's dissapointment, though he gives a small whistle to get her attention "ya gettin' close Ria, felt something that time, i swear I did, you'll have it soon, promise" he's lying, he noticed nothing at all, though his magical abilities are strong, they'd be hard to seal away anyway, but his goal was to pick her up <none will stand to your power, all in due time my dear> he gives her a small nod and moves back to the lounge to lay down "make sure ya come back to me in one peice ya hear? learnin' the hard way not everyone here is friends.. and if you see that stupid hulking half-breed.. send her my regards" he chuckles some
[14:09] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) straightens her shoulders, and tosses her head, "Don't you fib with me Aern. I know you felt no such thing." She has a cross look on her face, and is giving him a what for, "And if you think that I will not master this spell until every mage on this island is terrified to look my way, then you are wrong. Wrong, wrong- dead wrong." She gets it all out and is staring pointedly at him with her body leaning in even. Then she would shake her head, "I'm sorry...I just really want to be great." She sighs, and moves behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck from behind and giving him a hug, "Thank you for believing. Pretty soon, did you see it light up?" She is smiling, and would not wait for a reply as she twirls once, "I am going to the Vale to impress the snooty light elves. If I see Ephralia there I will give her the female equivalent of blue balls for you my dear." She chuckles, waves her fingers and walks out the door with Dieveren flapping wildly to get on her shoulder before she exits.
[14:12] Belaern nods to her <you will get there, none shall stand before your might> "yeah, i saw the lightup, you're gettin' it fast" he lets out a long sigh "i still got some healin' to do, so i'll be here" he gives a light wave as she leaves out the door, and settles in for a long afternoon.
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Post by rianoc on Nov 6, 2015 17:52:36 GMT -8
Spell and Trait Progression: Mana Lock and Magic [17:23] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) sits down on the well outside in the Vale, her eyes peeled for anyone interesting, and as the minutes pass she grows bored. She figures she needs to do something to attract the attention of the Tari, so she closes her eyes and begins to open the flow of mana through her body, each tap pouring more to fuel her. Her muscles tingle under her sleek, ebony skin, which prompts a small laughing sigh. It always felt this way, to feel the magic coursing through her. She lowers the corners of her lips and begins to picture a wall with many tiny windows, out of some of these windows runs her blue-white mana streams, but others are closed off to her. She deepens into a meditative state, and her mind starts to open more windows, while stopping the other ones from shutting on her as she does this. She is utterly still, and the only tension is in eyes moving around behind her lids with a slight crease inbetween her brows.
[17:41] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) 's head feels light, and her body is riding on a high as her ability to efficiently tap into her mana, open as many windows as possible, is at the most it has ever been. She meditates like this for fifteen minutes, and slowly opens her eyes to the dark around her. She sees the world in shades of lighting and ocean, as she begins to set her feet down. Slowly, she gets up from the well and walks a few feet in front of it all the while holding desperately to the tenous grip she has on the open windows of mana. It is an odd thing to let go completely and be full of tension at the same time, as if two different halves of her were tasked with opposite jobs. She settles into a soft standing position and just breathes. Her chest and diaphram rise and expand as she takes deep breathes through her nose, and slowly recede as she exhales gently from her mouth. She is centering herself for what she needs to do, and she would move her body forwards, backwards, left to right all while keeping her feet in place, in
order to find that grounding.
She raises one hand, leading from the wrist, and then follows with the other, until they are both shoulder high. Her pointer finger on each hand extends and she begins to draw in the air. at first the lines are faint, amost an indentation in the air, but they get more definition as she retraces the four lines again and again. She makes two boxes, rooms, on either side of her, and then with a transfer of tiny streams of mana presses her palms in the center, lighting the boxes up a bright blue. She does that several times, pale indents-blue, pale indents-blue, before waves her hands in the air to dissapate them. She has so far managed to keep open all of her newly opened mana taps. Her wrists rotate as she moves on to writing the rune for 'stop' with her right hand Now the first time she writes it the impression in the air is clear, and she presses her left palm flat against the air, a small mist of blue drifting over and lighting up the rune with a flickering.
She feels a win
dow slam shut, and she pauses, willing herself to keep the others open, but in that pause another closes. She is getting frustrated, and so stills herself and goes through her centering exercise again. Feeling more confident, her mouth moves, but no sound comes out. She is reciting the ways to trap an animal in drow, but it is not audible, merely her lips moving. As she does this she lets mana out into the air, and it lingers in front of her as a serpent. She draws on it, pulling it towards her. At first it does not move, and she digs down, attempting it again, <stop> in drowish. The magic suspends itself, no longer moving in waves or snakelike swirls. She then, eyes open, starts to move her hands around the locked mana. It feels stiff and unmalleable. Her smile spreads, and she says <move> in drowish. The serpentine motion comes back, the mana writhing in the air, and she puts her hand out to it, calling it back to her. As it winds its way up her arm, and then sinks into her skin, she smiles.
[17:48] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) walking back over to the well she lowers the bucket down, hearing the splash, it makes her want to go swimming in the cool waters. She rolls it back up, and lifts it to her lips, drinking deeply, replenishing her body. She sets it back onto the ledge and looks around wishing that Meri had been here to watch her improvement with that difficult spell.
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Post by rianoc on Nov 8, 2015 2:04:18 GMT -8
Spell and Trait Progression: Mana Lock (3rd failed attempt) and Magic
[2015/11/07 21:05] Nixie (adalori): /me seemed to perk up at the topic of enchanting, head canting to the side and taking another swallow of her drink. "What is it that you needed to know?" she was curious and knowledgeable in the subject and it showed in her tone. When asked her name she would flash another grin. "I am called Nixie. Idani of the Rusalka." giving an incline of her head and a bit of a smirk to the male as she'd already outed herself as a Siren the night before, taking another drink from her tankard and humming lightly to herself.
[2015/11/07 21:08] Makkitotosimew (Kaija Arai): /me had so not been meaning to do that. In fact, when she landed, her eyes went kind of wide because she hadn't landed how she had expected to. it took her a second to even realize Sin'istram was under her till he started moving. Quickly trying to cover it up, she acted as though she'd done it on purpose, a big smile spreading across her face. "Yas should know yas kinna escapes tah pookah!" Not a total lie, even if her falling on him wasn't exactly planned. Her eyes lit up when she heard what he said and saw the dagger, reaching out for it tentatively, slowly taking it and turning it over in her hands. All of a sudden, she'd fling herself forward to try to hug onto Sin'istram, making sure to have the dagger away from him so she wouldn't stab him with it. "Mahkki tah be thankin' yas broody mer! Nah ahs kin do tah her wot she did tah me friend! Cept I puts her tah sleeps first." Yep...she already thought of repaying Elka in kind. Though she herself may not be able to do the stabbing while the wovles and fae
[2015/11/07 21:08] /me have an alliance. Details!
[2015/11/07 21:10] Jamison Blackwater (Wild Cote): /me sighed as he shook his head and sank into one of the open seats, reaching into his coat and pulling out a book as he murmured to himself, "Well... in the meanwhile, I may as well study up on alchemy...."
[2015/11/07 21:12] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident): /me walks up the steep stairs, cut in hasty jags along the hill, with grace but no sense of purpose. Tonight was for seeing what was out there and not dictating what should be done. When she arrives at the top of the hill she looks around at the small buildings, for life and for danger and spots jumps as Makki makes a lot of movement and have understood noises at her back. She chuckled, and then headed to the tavern, nodding with a smile to the other patrons if they looked her way.
[2015/11/07 21:12] Applebottom's Tavern & Inn: As you near the tavern's open entryways, the light and scents of food and drink give off a friendly warmth against the autumn chill. There are tables and chairs aplenty to take a rest, with a NPC barmaid who seems always ready with a smile and a drink. Helga's her name, if the calls of others are any indication, and Helga will point off to the door of the building to the side when asked, saying, "That's where you can rest your head. The Inn."
[2015/11/07 21:13] Arcturus (arcturushighking): /me would tilt his head to the side, "a pleasure Nixie..to grace me with your name.. as for enchanting.. i'm a warrior.. as well as a dancer.. but magic bobbles and such have always held my interest.. just as well as rare artifacts.. though i'm certain my attire tonight makes me seem no more than a fop.."
[2015/11/07 21:18] Nixie (adalori): /me laughed lightly, the sound echoing lyrically just as her voice did. "I can imagine I look the same. Quite silly in such lander garb." wrinkling her nose and looking down at the dress, though she did have to be rather pleased with the way the bottom flared out, reminding her of her tail at least. "I am well versed in such things. It started as a hobby of mine but I have excelled at it, both the study and crafting of such things." here her voice held actual interest and passion as she spoke of her craft rather than the calm neutrality normally shown.
[2015/11/07 21:19] Jamison Blackwater (Wild Cote): /me paused for a moment flipping through his book to glance over the rim of it at Arcturus, and a wide grin spread over his lips as he called out, "Man after my own heart. You and I should chat later, if you're interested in magic, baubles, or any combination of the two. I happen to be the town goldsmith, and also a former treasure hunter in my own right, so I've got things to offer you from both a professional and entertainment perspective. That goes for you as well, miss," he added with a nod at Nixie, before flipping a page and murmuring to himself, "The properties of wyvern hide, greater and lesser...."
[2015/11/07 21:23] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident): /me lifted a hand to signal Helga, and gave the woman a rich laugh when a bawdy joke was told to her as she ordered. "Helga, your witticisms add to my day." Her fingers nimbly untied the coin pouch from around her owl's neck and she pulled out enough coin to cover the mulled wine with a nice tip on top. She redid the tie and Deiveren hopped back onto her shoulder, nuzzling the side of her face. Listened to the banter of the men, and the woman's practiced tone her own mouth staying still but to sip from the drink that Helga swiftly brought back for her.
[2015/11/07 21:28] Nixie (adalori): /me blinked at the sudden interjection, just... starring with those pale eyes at the one at the table. She was still cross with that one for making Meri flinch earlier, finishing or at least summarizing what was in the book with a now cool tone that mimicked the waters she hailed from. "The Lesser Wyvern hide must be stripped of magic with a special alchemical mixture, then have the magic restored to the hide during the tanning process. It provides a robust barrier against both physical and magical attacks. Greater Wyvern hides are tanned differently on a case by case basis as all are different and a steady hand and eye must be used in the process, they provide the same benefits as a Lesser Wyvern though to greater effect." she would finish off, still in that cool tone a little bit of -don't really need the help- in spite for, in her eyes, driving the winged friend of hers off.
[2015/11/07 21:29] Gerald Baker (gadget Cyberstar): /me turns about, having most certainly been here the entire time... and what was he doing, you might ask? Why, cooking, of course! Being the cook and all, that's what he generally does. Looking about at the patrons, he would smile and say "Hello there, all." as he steps up to the front and grabs a mug, which he fills with mead. COOKING can make a person pretty thirsty. Bringing the mead up to his lips, he would sip at it as he looks about the tavern and at all the people sitting within
[2015/11/07 21:30] Arcturus (arcturushighking): /me would smile and would lift his tankard up as he took another drink, "maybe you'd like to go down by the water Idani? least you can be more comfortable then.. but you have my interest for certain.." he'd glance behind himself over at the goldsmith, "I shall have to seek you out some time I should think then.. perhaps.." he'd blink at Nixie as she rattled off information, "well.. right then.. ahh.."
[2015/11/07 21:32] Jamison Blackwater (Wild Cote): /me glanced up from the book in surprise, and he grinned at Nixie, not seeming to notice the cold stare she was giving him. "Exactly!" he said brightly as he set the book down and inclined his head. "Seems like you've got a much better grasp on this than I do. I'm impressed. D'you think you could give me a hand with studying this sometime when you're not as busy?" He then nodded at Arcturus and grinned wider as he replied, "Aye, I'd rather like that." Turning to Gerald, he held up his hand, "Ah... could I get a glass of white wine when you've got a chance, please?"
[2015/11/07 21:36] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident): /me chuckles softly as the woman, Nixie, teaches the man what he is looking for in his book without a beat missed. Her eyes slide over to him, and she watches, curious his reaction. As the other drow speaks she shakes her head, and takes another sip of the spiced drink, her plump lips slacking so some of the wine wets them. She then allows her warm laugh to extend out to the room, and riases her glass in salute to the woman. "You have caught two men up in your net tonight. My applause." Lowering her arm, eyes on the woman, she says without looking to Gerald, "It smells delicious back there. Keep it up." Yet she makes no mention of wanting to eat, simply words of encouragement- for whatever reason...perhaps she thought he looked tired, or sad, when she had walked in earlier.
[2015/11/07 21:40] Gerald Baker (gadget Cyberstar): /me gestures over to Helga as the woman comes to grab a goblet and fill it with the requested wine for Jamison. "She don't like me touching the fancy stuff..." he explains as the tankard is brought around to Jamison and set on the table. "Can't say as I see why... but if she wants to do it." he shrugs. Looking over to Rianoc at the compliment, he would blink a bit before saying "Oh, uhm... thanks. I'm glad you like the smell."
[2015/11/07 21:41] Sin'istram (w0mbraider Resident): /me came up to the tavern quietly padding all the way, small pooka in tow. Both laughing here and there. As he saw the Idani conversing with the two men he'd roll his eyes, already reeling them in it'd seem. He'd brush against the Idani as he headed in stilll making Makki giggle now and then before ordering himself a drink at the bar and coming back to sit across the table from the Idani, he'd let Makki sit closer should she wish to.
[2015/11/07 21:45] Makkitotosimew (Kaija Arai): /me was walking on all fours in her critter crawl sort of way, almost following Sin'istram like an animal companion may. Which essentially she nearly was just that in a lot of ways. She'd go in through the archways and climb up on the table, still on all fours in her critter squatted sitting position, at first noting there was no Meri or Gavin. That made her pout, but her eyes rolled around to the drow that had been at the party. She leaned in closer, sniffing at him and giving him an 'I've got my eyes on you' sort of look. Like yeah, mess with her and I'll claw your eyes out, but it only lasted for a moment or two since the squirrel like minded Pooka got redirected onto Rianoc, to whom she'd grin and wave to, and then to the man behind the counter who was talking about things smelling. Off the other side of the table she went and up to the counter, though she really couldn't see over it since she stood at a whopping four and a half feet short, so onto that she would climb, nose up in the air sniffing at all
[2015/11/07 21:45] /me of the things till her eyes landed on Gerald himself. It was highly likely that he was getting flashed, just for the record, seeing as the fabric was still just hanging on her and she never did go find real clothes. "Yas tah be 'avin 'oney?"
[2015/11/07 21:46] Nixie (adalori): /me just took another drink from her tankard, she would have to work on her cold glaring apparently.... Okay, admittedly, she was being a huge bitch but in her mind it was justified!! Turning to look at the woman's praise she had to smirk a bit, oh if she only knew.... dipping her head in acknowledgment. Nixie would cast a glance back at the hooded figured, as the brush alerted her to his presence and a genuine smile cracking her face at the sight of Makki trailing behind him, mood completely improved. "Tala Hunter." she would greet her Sin'istram with a nod. "It would seem the party has barely started, though I would be glad to discuss more with you here as well Arcturus."
[2015/11/07 21:47] Arcturus (arcturushighking): /me would turn his head to see that yet another drowess had popped up! he'd give a slight nod of his head, "vendui'..." he'd turn to look back at Jamison, "we'll swap stories.." he'd glance over to the hooded figure that sat down with them offering them a nod of his head. he'd turn his head to Nixie, "of course.. what is the.. scope of enchanting.. what can and can you not do? what is able to be enchanted? what does it take? what materials.."
[2015/11/07 21:50] Jamison Blackwater (Wild Cote): /me grinned at Gerald as he replied easily, "Crushed spoiled grapes are crushed spoiled grapes. Charging me an extra fifty copper because it tastes slightly different never made sense to me." He counted out ten copper coins and gently floated them to the counter, sparing the man from having to collect them himself when he left. He then took the tankard with a nod to Helga and sipped at it before replying to Arcturus, "Aye, sounds good to me!" Noticing that Nixie hadn't responded, he merely smiled calmly at her and added, "Another time when you're not as busy, perhaps, then." He then turned back to the book and murmured, "Elf water, crushed herbs...."
[2015/11/07 21:56] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident): /me just sits there with a smile as Gerald says thank you, it appears she thinks he should be thanking her for the encouragment- after all what does a hard working man need more than for a woman to give him a slap on the back and tell him he is fantastic? As the hooded man strolls in she leans forwards, her elbows on the table and hands clasped around her glass so it is in directly in front of her mouth, mostly her reddish purple eyes all that is shining out from the darkness of her face. She had given the woman a wry smirk back prior, but now she was wondering who she was, and her eyes narrowed----until Makki came sniffing and scurrying in. She lowerd her glass and returned the wave, "Makki! It is a pleasure to see you out. My, what a lovely ensemble." She inded thought the wrapping of cloth suited the adorable pooka. Her smile falters as the drow male takes notice of her, and she tips her head back, and while she is paying attention to the others she is always coming back to him, watching for...something.
[2015/11/07 21:56] /me She closed her eyes, and pictured the tiny windows that were shutting off her flow of mana, and she began to open them one by one. Soon her muscles were flush, rich it. When she opened her eyes the world was distinct with electric lines.
[2015/11/07 21:58] Nixie (adalori): /me hunkered down into her drink, ready for a merry little chat about enchanting and looking rather pleased with the prospect. Oh dear Makki was flashing the barkeep... "You know Makki I do not see why I can not get away with such things.." sulking ever so slightly at the finery she had been stuffed into, never mind she had tangled the Pooka up in pretty silks earlier, of course.... Though... she did begin tugging at the things Meri had stuffed into her hair to get it to stay as it did, comb and pretty flowers tugged out to let everything tumble blissfully down her shoulders with a content sigh. Glancing over at the one reciting from his book with a slight scowl as he continued on about the studying... "Perhaps..." she would say lowly, a slight hiss filtering into the second timbre of her voice.. NOW back to buisness, another drink taken from her tankard before turning back to Arcturus with a pleased expression. "Well that depends on the enchanter of course, some are more learned than others. Obviously a
[2015/11/07 21:58] Nixie (adalori): Grandmaster can preform more than an Apprentice. There are quite a few spells that can be enchanted onto an object, obviously the more complex the spell the more learned the enchanter must be and the more rare the components to craft it."
[2015/11/07 21:59] Sin'istram (w0mbraider Resident): /me would nod to Nixie and chuckle warmly at the Pooka as she carried out her antics. He'd look back to Nixie with a smirk. "Sesuma?" He'd say plainly looking to those nearby. He'd look down at his drink and realized absently that he'd not paid for it. The Hunter quickly stood and plopped down an few coins amidst a few odd ball pearl. Money was such a strange concept...still.
[2015/11/07 22:00] Gerald Baker (gadget Cyberstar): /me looks to the odd little creature that comes walking... crawling? in, watching as it hops up onto the table, and then onto the counter... where drinks are put... he frowned a little at this as he watched the creature sniff at the air, and then inquire about honey. He didn't notice the creature's lack of clothing... rather, he never noticed such things... they held no interest to him anymore. His concern was that this creature was on his counter... so figuring the best way to get it off would be to serve it, he would nod his head slowly, saying "Yes... we have honey. Would you like it in something? Like honey milk?" He would then shrug to Jamison "Well... they put other things in it, too. I talked with a wine maker once about it, he said they put yeast in it, and sugars, and other things... and they have to have barrels of it sit in cool, dry places for years... so... well, I guess you're paying for a glass of something that took years to make... it's not too bad." And unto Rianoc, he didn't say anything
[2015/11/07 22:00] /me else, as... there was nothing to be said... simply the note that baking is very much his life... even his last name is Baker... encouragement for him to keep baking is not much needed, though appreciated.
[2015/11/07 22:06] Makkitotosimew (Kaija Arai): /me seemed to look at Gerald in utter amazement as he suggested honeymilk. She'd never tried such a thing, mostly opting to just...ya know...eat honey itself. She was totes hardcore about that honey, man. She'd nod her head slowly at the prospect of such a thing, distracted only when Rianoc spoke in her direction. She looked down at herself and sort of fixed how she was covered, pointing at the Idani afterwards. "She dids it tah meh! Threw it at me anna I flailed an got tangled! Said I 'adda dress purdy fer tha party." Which she supposed Nixie actually had the right idea just draping fabric, though it hadn't turned into so much of a drape as being mummified, or something thereabouts. She was oblivious to the fact that there was something wrong with sitting on tables and counters. No one ever really got onto her for it so she just kept doing it. Plus....some needed to be more short people friendly! She was a midget cricket! Gerald would get his way, however, and she'd sidetrack, hopping back off the counter
[2015/11/07 22:06] /me and moving over to the table with Nixie and Sin'istram, at first going for the table again but since everyone else was in chairs, she climbed into the chair instead, sitting in her normal crouched way, but at least in the chair. She'd sit her newly acquired dagger on the chair in front of her as well, between her feet, and act like she'd been part of the conversation the entire time.
[2015/11/07 22:08] Arcturus (arcturushighking): /me would grin and nod towards Jamison before he'd return his attention to the table.. he was still trying to figure out why that little one had given him the death glare.. what had he done wrong he wondered.. his violet hues would turn towards the drowess as she spoke to the little one.. so Makki was her name apparently.. a motion from Nixie's way pulled his attention back to her, seeing her long hair tumbling down as he listened to her, "suppose you were the enchanter.. and someone wanted.. some boots that would make them a bit faster... what would that take?"
[2015/11/07 22:13] Jamison Blackwater (Wild Cote): /me continued to flip blithely through the pages, but paused when he heard Gerald's comment, and he peered into the tankard before commenting, "Well... alright, fair point. And I suppose that it is quite a bit of work getting the taste just right, so I shouldn't disparage it," he added with a grin. "Hm... by blending the spells together-" However, at Arcturus' question, he paused, and even though he didn't want to interrupt again, he felt his fingers twitching on the cover of the book, since it was an answer he could provide. But he HAD noticed the death glare from Nixie and saw no reason to interrupt her further, instead concentrating that much harder on studying.
[2015/11/07 22:14] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident): /me 's hands settle the glass onto the table with a light clink, and looks over at the drow taking him in, then stares with a glazed expression out at nothing, her sight unfocused. Her right hand raises at the wrist until it is chest high and she draws a square, which looks much like a little room, leaving a silver indent in the air. Her lips are moving, but make no sound as the same finger draws the glyph for 'stop' on the outside of the four walls of the box. They also are visible as transparent lines. The movement of her lips increases, and she searches for the mana laying inside the man- reaching out to it, trying to draw it close to her. He might feel something slight, like a tingle or a want to move towards her, but most likely he would feel nothing at all, especially if he had little mana to give.
[2015/11/07 22:20] Nixie (adalori): /me remembered the deal she had made with a certain Pooka as she drew the match to the ornate chain she'd made for the fae out of her pouch. "You looked lovely Makki though you were not supposed to thrash around so." letting the fae hook this one onto the other side of her antlers. The dagger catching her eye and making her laugh, pale gaze flitting to the Sin'istram with an arch of brow, giving a slight shake of her head to answer his question... she turned, quite ready to answer Arcturus when the motions of the other woman caught her attention, pale gaze flaring brightly and those wisps starting up more noticeably around her eyes. "What is that you are doing there?" her voice echoed, loudly, but her tone was deceptively curious.
[2015/11/07 22:23] Sin'istram (w0mbraider Resident): /me would raise an eyebrow as the Idani talked shop to those nearby though he wouldn't hold it against her since he'd done the same just this morning. His brow furrowed as the female drow in the corner began practicing her magic. His eyes would flick to the Idani, a troubled look on his face. His left hand would fall to his side, near his blade. The other would grasp the drink in front of him.
[2015/11/07 22:24] Gerald Baker (gadget Cyberstar): /me watched the small creature as it turned and ran off.. then hummed slightly... he seems to always find the strangest creatures... or they find him... and they usually seem to him like squirrels with crippling ADHD on a caffeine rush. Then again, he is very slow... so turning, he would fix up some nice warm honey milk for the creature, and would bring it around, setting the mug in front of the thing that is now sitting prettily on a chair like a people. Turning his attention to Jamison, he would nod, grinning. "Everyone's got their trade... and sometimes simple things take the most time." with those words of wisdom imparted, he would move back behind the counter, still not taking those coins that floated over... heee didn't like hoodoo, and wasn't going to take hoodoo coins... he'd leave that to Helga. He then notices one person off to the side doing some more hoodoo, drawing glowing things in the air... and he felt a small shudder... he wasn't paying attention to the conversation, but he knows at least
[2015/11/07 22:24] /me two of these people do hoodoo, and one is doing it right now while the other did it just a little bit ago.
[2015/11/07 22:25] Solnil: /me rolled the bolt continually between fingers, rolling through featureless bits of information in his head. Some part of it was memorization, getting comfortable with roaming the Proper he'd intend to exact his will on. It was all part of the process. The bolt tumbled head over nock and Solnil histled quite boisterously as they rose up the steps into upper Aberwyth. Moving on toward the tavern, he gave the place that was noticeably alive a wide berth so as to give himself space to analyze the denizens inside. Just another night. One patron in particular caught his eye, and through rose colored glass, his beady red eyes scrutinized the only female sitting alone in the establishment. Her complexion was known to him, and he bore a seething hate for its familiarity. Solnil's gaze snapped toward Driia, gesturing linguistics toward her through his meticulous grappling with the bolt in hand.
[2015/11/07 22:32] Makkitotosimew (Kaija Arai): /me considered herself to be more like a squirrel on crack but...whatever description works best! Makki grinned at Nixie, trying to look all adorable and innocent, though it quickly fell when she caught sight of the shiny promised to her for behaving. That was about as close to behaving as she could get while awake to be fair. She leaned in as Nixie put it on an antler and bopped her head from side to side, letting all the little trinkets dangling from it clank up till Gerald brought the honey milk and sat it down. She beamed at him in thanks and investigated what this honey milk was, sticking her nose in the mug till she was satisfied with it's smell and began to chugalug it down. Her tail twitched happily and she lowered it till it clanked fairly loudly on the table. "Yas tah be mah newest not best friend friend nah!" she proclaimed to him simply because he introduced her to something she now loved. She was aware of castings going on, but wasn't paying much mind to it. She also didn't really notice that
[2015/11/07 22:32] /me Nixie saw the dagger or the gesture that Sin'istram made towards Nixie. It took her a second to realize she hadn't even thanked Nix and her attention went back to the Idani. "Tanks yas fer tah shinies an stoofs tahday...even if'n yas wrapped me up in...." she wasn't really sure what the stuff was called. Yeah, it was pretty, and yeah, she'd grown to like it a little bit but....likely not enough to wear it ever again.
[2015/11/07 22:36] Ereldriia "Driia" Arkenzynge (Adylin Resident): /me followed along behind Solnil quietly, the snake wound about her body quite still until they came to a stop. She leaned to the side to peer into the tavern her eyes pausing on each person as she observed. In her curiosity she almost missed the hand movements of her companion and therefore the conversation to be had between them. Peeling her eyes from the words his hands spelled out she quickly motioned back to him and then went back to watch. So many races seeming to be friends was not only odd to her, but made her wonder how genuine any of them were in their actions.
[2015/11/07 22:46] Arcturus (arcturushighking): /me wouldn't feel much in terms of his mana being drawn.. he was untrained in magika.. he just had the potential for it was all.. he'd listen to the conversation but really there was almost too much going on at the moment so he'd likely miss a few things.. though he did notice that Nixie hadn't answered his question and was talking to the drowess.. he'd stir from his thoughts and arch a brow, "what's all going on?"
[2015/11/07 22:47] Jamison Blackwater (Wild Cote): /me sighed as he snapped the book closed and shook his head, rubbing his eyes as he commented under his breath, "I feel like I'm back in El-Aamir's academy again, my head is killing me. I never did enjoy anything having to deal with potions." He chuckled as he took a sip of the wine, but then paused as his attention was drawn towards the commotion in the tavern. "Gods, I look away for fifteen minutes and everyone is starting for their weapons," he commented with a wary chuckle.
[2015/11/07 22:50] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident): /me 's features are soft and relaxed, only if she was centered could she maintain the flow of mana and work on learning this new spell. However, without losing the lack of focus, the hazy edges of her vision she smiled softly, "I am trying to cast y fortune." Which was true in many ways. If the spell was successful she would most likely be running out of here, and if not she would have to face another defeat. Her palm is now raised, flat in the air, and she presses outwards as if against a window. The square and glyphs would flicker, and light up an electric blue, radiant. With a final effort she reaches out to Arcturus' mana, but can grasp onto nothing. Then the light fades. She presses her palm against the air again, like she pushing against someone who is very strong and immovable. She feels the flow of her own mana begin to stop up, and her frustration clouds her ability to keep it going. Her vision regains clarity, and she bites down on her lower lip. Her arms drop to her sides and she wraps them around
[2015/11/07 22:50] /me the wine glass in front of her, swallowing hard. It is apparent that her energy is lower now than it was before, and after draining her wine dry she looks to the Idani, "Bad things for me I am afraid."
[2015/11/07 22:58] Nixie (adalori): /me narrowed her eyes on the female at her answer, nothing else was paid much attention to, to be honest, Nixie was a Seer and though there were many ways one could cast the bones so to speak. A glyph of stop was not one of them.... As she felt nothing herself, and it would seem no one around her felt a thing... she would drop it for the moment. AKA not try to run her out of the tavern, instead she would stand with a wary glance back at the woman. "Arcturus, Makki, you are free to join me but I do believe I should be returning to the water." her sadly half full mug set on the counter along with a silver piece.
[2015/11/07 23:03] Sin'istram (w0mbraider Resident): /me would arch an eyebrow and frown deeply as the woman came out of her spell. He'd still his movements waiting for the Idani's reaction. His hand was poised over the grip of his favored sword. He watched with cold calculating eyes as she called an end to the nights festivities at least where she was concerned which was fine by him. He'd wait and watch before himself getting up to leave, Makki and Nixie pointedly in front of him , "Come Makki, we will teach you to swim as a fish." His words were kind and light, a contrast to the hand still near the grip of his blade.
[2015/11/07 23:04] Solnil: /me settled his eyes on the Shaman at his side, doing what he could to interpret her gesticulations with care. The implications were clear, and he knew what harm making a scene could do for them. On the other hand, there were upsides to squashing out the competition while they weren't aware they were competing. Solnil scanned the establishment with a close, second sweep and sat his eyes on a dark skinned male with a crop of pale hair atop his head. Even more justification. His bolt wielding hand went rigid and the susserating utterances of a prayer began to flee from his lips along like wreaths of smoke from beneath his red mask. Apparently he'd made his call, and it was up to Driia to play accordingly. [1/2]
[2015/11/07 23:07] Makkitotosimew (Kaija Arai): /me hadn't been reaching for one so she was confused when the one in the back said everyone was reaching for them. She just had nowhere to sit her new dagger other than beside of her. She looked around to see what others were doing. Okay...maybe some were, which caused her attention to go to Rianoc when she spoke. She'd apparently been too absorbed into the honeymilk and shinies to notice much else. She huffed and her fur bristled up a bit, not knowing who the target of whatever she'd done had been aimed at. "Ahs tah be 'opin yas weren't meanin tah 'urt anyone 'ere," she said, not really liking the idea that the one she'd done the tattoo for may be trying to hurt someone, namely one of the two she considered friends. Okay two and a half since Gerald was smart enough to introduce her honeymilk. She'd not yet paid much mind to the two outside or even noticed them yet since her squirrel like brain was all over the place anyway. Nixie got up to leave, and then Sin'istram as well. She blinked at his statement,
[2015/11/07 23:07] /me her entire demeanor seeming to have changed. To her...that perhaps meant something a little different than he had intended. The same but not quite the same. "Ah donna knows 'ow ta be a fish, yas gonna show me tha?!" She got excited at the prospect of trying to figure out a new shift. She excitedly
scampered out of her chair and followed closely on Sin'istram's heels, pausing only when she finally noticed the two outside, head tilting and watching his hand.
[2015/11/07 23:10] Ereldriia "Driia" Arkenzynge (Adylin Resident): /me noticed his movements from the corner of her eye and she looked from him and then to those in the tavern and back immediately preparing herself for whatever it was he was planning to do. Her lips pursed as if she weren't pleased with his decision, but she would go along with it. Her hand reached for her staff, but she made no moves of aggression and instead stood by quite passively while waiting to see what was to become.
[2015/11/07 23:11] Arcturus (arcturushighking): /me would grin at Jamison, "not everyone is reaching for their weapons just yet.." he'd glance back at the drowess.. "a shame that your fortune is not better.. though fate is not always correct.. maybe your fortune is wrong.. or misinterpreted.." he'd arch a brow as the Idani stood up.. but he'd empty his tankard and stand up as well, "I'd be more than delighted to join you.. though I don't have any swimming clothes with me at the moment.. could swim in my trousers though.." he hadn't noticed the pair outside really, he was focused on walking off with the mer and the little one
[2015/11/07 23:14] Jamison Blackwater (Wild Cote): /me leaned back in his chair to grin lazily at Arcturus and reply, "Ah, good, glad to know that the nine hells haven't all broken loose yet, just the first eight." He took another sip of his wine and set down the tankard as his eyes drifted over to Rianoc. As his eyes followed her spell, they widened slightly, and a slow smile spread across his face. "Mm... now that's interesting," he said softly, a faint chuckle escaping his lips as though he had just realized something. However, he said nothing more as he glanced at Nixie, and suddenly said in fluent - if accented - mer, <"May the sun smile at you through the azure waters, and may your scales gleam brighter than a thousand sunken jewels.">
[2015/11/07 23:16] Nixie (adalori): /me turned on her heel, eyeing the pair outside though her gaze was more intent on the odd snake clad one, she didn't notice the whispers of the large one. "Clothes are not necessary in the cove, they are an annoyance." the words reminding her to scoop up the borrowed combs on the table, pausing at the mermish from the mouth of the lander, surprise on her face so she would just.... stare a bit more as she made her exit. That one would have to be watched....
[2015/11/07 23:18] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident): /me sits back, huffing, and taps her fingers on the table. "Yes, my luck is not what I would have it be." Then she looks around and smiles brightly, "No need to be worried. I was not going to curse anyone." She stands slowly, petting her owl on the head, and goes to step into the night. "It is rather late, and I am ready for bed...enjoy your activities." She would wink, and walk over to the stairs.
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Post by rianoc on Nov 16, 2015 15:21:39 GMT -8
Spell and Trait Progression: Mana Lock and Magic
[14:44] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) bends at the waist and unties the leather around each ankle before stepping out of her sandals and into the shallow pond. She closes her eyes, the cool water giving her a rush of energy and focus as she begins to allow the rush of water from the small falls to enter her concious. As she closes her eyes she takes small steps, moving her ankles in delicate motions causing her body to sway and slowly build to a graceful and alluring dance. The extension of her limbs, the turns and archs of her form, it loosens her and causes her focus to deepen more.
[14:49] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) allows a mental image of a golden tub surrounded by gleaming faucets, and slowly she mentally turns the handle on one. The rich mana pours out into the basin, as cool and lovely as the water she is dancing in, and soon she opens another. Her mind continues around the oval basin, herself at the center bathing in the mana as it caresses her skin and seeps into her pores. Her mind is able to open seven of the ten faucets. She is satisfied and lays back to relax in the source of her magic- in reality her body has stilled in the pond and she is standing at the center of it swaying with gentle movements, supple like a willow in the wind.
[14:54] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) her wrists lift and she presses her palms against her sides before sliding them slowly inwards, finding her solar plexus and resting them there. A low rumble comes from within her, turning into soft rhythmic pulses of primal sound rising from her belly through her throat. Her hands begin to pull outwards, and then press back in. It looks as if she is trying to pull taffy from out of her body, and the pulls get longer and less resitant. Soon a blue stream of mana forms in her hands, forming strings between her palm and her skin. She continues to push and pull until a glowing, writhing and shapeless mass of her mana is suspended out in front of her.
[15:01] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) lifts the eyelids over her red and violet eyes until they shine with the reflection off her siphoned source. A small smile cracks the solemn concentration on her face, but quickly goes back to neutral. Her hands pull away from the mass and it hangs there, waiting, as each wrist moves in opposite directions to draw a square around it. A faint indentation is left in the air, and she pauses to look at it. Her eyes soften and she draws two runes simultaneously on the outer sides of the square, one for stop and one for trap. Slowly, with deliberate and careful movements she writes a rune on top and bottom with both of her hands doing either one, for still and silence.
[15:09] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) pauses in her work, and closes her eyes briefly, the image of herself laying in the tub surrounded by the flowing faucets comes to life. One tap is slower than the others and she reaches to open it more, but no matter how much she turns the handle it does not flow faster or with more volume. Frustration shows on the face of Rianoc as she stands in the pond, but then her chest rises and falls with deep breathes. She gathers her composure, and refocuses her energy as her eyes open again on what she has manipulated in front of her. Her left arm lowers to rest at her side, fingers brushing the skin of her thigh while her right arm raises to chest heighth. The mana shape pulses with virile energy and she reaches out to caress it with her fingers, each place she touches it explode with blue light and then ceases movement. Soon the once free flowing irregular orb is vibrating in only a few places, and she presses her palm into the center of it. The square outline light up the same blue as the mana mass, and
then the runes do the same. She removes her hand and the orb is now completely suspended, frozen and fragile.
[15:17] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) jerks suddenly, and the seventh tap makes a whining noise and goes dry. Her face crunches in pain, and her work begins to flicker threatening to go dark. She redoubles her efforts to maintain the magic trap, but the frozen orb begins to vibrate and pulse. Her palm presses against it again, and the lights go dim causing the locked mana to angrily thrash against her hand. With a sudden streak of electric light it plunges towards her center and forces its way, diving through her nighttime skin, into her body. She gasps, her eyes flying open in wide shock and stumbles- reeling down to her knees in the still liquid surrounding her. The impact knocking the wind out of her lungs as she crouches on all fours trying to suck air back into her lungs. She lays down in the water, shivering and panting, her head turned to the side and upwards above the surface. Drowish pours from her lips in angry supplication, "My Master, lover, teacher- I will grow stronger than you allowed.I will loosen the velvet rope about my
neck and look down upon you as I slip it over yours."
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Post by rianoc on Nov 20, 2015 21:58:09 GMT -8
Spell and Trait Progression: Manalock and Magic
[21:22] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) wades through the tall grasses, her slippers making rustled whispers, and stands in front of the towering trunks of the old tree. Her fingers run up the scarred bark and over the cracked ridges, feeling her way through the weary years of its existence. She can feel the sighs of relief as the wind bent it in a languid stretch as it was a sapling. The groans of exertion as it grew taller and wider shiver under her fingertips. The life of the tree is there to see, the scars and the scratches of lightning and animals, and she smiles to feel something so real.
[21:29] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) presses her forehead to the bark and her throat rumbles a low tone. A light outlines the underneath of her hands, and she pushes her mana into the tree. She buries it deep within the core, allowing the tree to contain it, to clutch it in the fibrous prison of its annual rings. As the mana is locked within the trunk she pulls back and away, staring at the two blue imprints of her splayed hands as they slowly fade to nothing. Her eyes close and she begins to walk a small square with her feet, light wisps of smoke rising up to mark her passing. Calm, and chin on chest in humility, she walks and stands in the center of the smoldering circle and a slow chanting is heard. It is wordless, only notes and nonsense syllables, but it is powerful and moving. She is performing the story of her capture in tones and accented pitch.
[21:34] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) keeps her chin down and sends the story to the tree before her, the tree that holds her trapped magical essence, and settles into a trance. She is aware of all that goes on around her, but she is hyperfocused on the indentations between the bark of the tree as her head lifts and she opens her eyes. Slowly soft shades of white and blue begin to slow in the cracks. She is pulling the mana to the surface of the tree, but as her chants grow darker and more primal the blue and white disappear and the mana is pulled back inside to be frozen again. She pulls and pushes the mana out into to surface of the tree and then back to the core time and again until the tree is flashing violently.
[21:40] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) juts out her chin defiantly and changes her stance to one in which she is grounded and strong. Her voice releases a barrage of angry protests as the tree bursts with light, and her magical essence comes rushing towards her in a flurry, a lightning bolt intended for her center. As it nears her chest she stops all chanting with a harsh drowish <Stop!> and her hands round out in a cup shape to protect her. The mana halts its forward progress at her hands, the rest coming to slam into it from behind until there is a massive ball of boiling, frothing mana formed in front of her. In drowish, <Still> she says softly, and the roiling motions begin to slow down and settle until there the many surface are simply rippling softly as a pond's would on a breeze free day.
[21:55] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) leans forwards, her hands and arms caressing the mass of energy, and she walks around it, shaping it with her hands into the semblance of a square, unhappy with this she gently nudges it into a diamond shape, The shimmering blue makes her smile as it reflects off of her ebony face and makes her hair moonlit. <silence> she whispers as she places small kisses along it's edges. She winds her way back to the beginning, slowly and without need for rushing. Without warning she plunges her hand into the center of the diamond and twists, as if turning a key in a lock, <LOCK!> her voice calls out in ragged demand, the drowish sounding malevolent and bitter. The gently supple mana now jerks and colors with shocked explosions of blue before it freezes in place. Her arms withdraws and she has a look of triumph that is quickly replaced by cautious apprehension. She circles the diamond again, this time pressing against the hardened shell, tapping on it with her fingernails. Draping her arm around it she shushes like a
mother would to a child, <It will be over soon my love.> , her voice a tatter in the cold autumn wind. Slowly she reinserts her hand into the keyhole left before and her lips open, <You may return>, spoken so lovingly it sounds as if she is inviting a lover back to bed after a quarrel. The mana grows malleable, throbbing and moving to the pulse in her wrist. Slowly it grows smaller and a glow spreads under the skin of her arm and into the center of her being as the mana returns to house itself within her once again. As the last of it leaves the night air for the warmth of her blood, the glow fades and she looks to the tree. <Thank you for your assistance this eve.> her drowish formal and with a touch of teasing, <I will call on you again.> Then she lifts her skirts with one hand and turns to saunter away into the darkness.
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Post by rianoc on Nov 25, 2015 20:17:22 GMT -8
Mana Lock Magic Progression
[19:57] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) stands behind the counter, waiting for customers, and hears Damien keeping himself busy in the back. She chuckles as he still is skittish around her, but she hopes her kindness towards him will pay off soon enough. It is empty, and she is growing bored so she begins to make another attempt at Mana Lock. She is beginning to think that she will never get it, and it has eroded her confidence, yet she trudges on.
[20:05] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) she closes her eyes, hands forming a ball in front of her solar plexus as a soft thumping comes from her throat as a internal chant is pulsed out. She feels the mana churning inside of her, rolling through her body wildly, and with a sharp voice she snaps, "STOP!" The mana jumps and freeze for a second, then moves again. She bites her lip and inhales deeply and shouts, "LOCK!" The mana now stops completely, and does not move. It frightens her, and she feels suddenly panicked. She can't access her mana for a moment and she begins to claw at her stomache trying to figure out a way to reverse it. She breaks out in a sweat and suddenly she is wretching and dry heaving. Damien comes running out and grabs a mop and bucket, but after a long while of this dancing, very much alive mana comes flowing out of her gaping mouth to settle around her feet.
[20:15] Rianoc (Cathartic Resident) shakily she sits down on the floor, and it curls around her like a sleeping cat. Tears rolling down her cheeks from the violence of her wretching, and she smiles sheepishly to Damien, "I guess I shouldn't try new spells at work..can't concentrate well enough." He reaches down to give her a hand up, and as she takes it her other hand pulls the manna back into her body while she rises. She is shaking, and not just because of having gotten ill, but because she now understood the true horrors of what this spell did. Having her mana trapped away from her was a feeling unlike any other, a terror she knew no words for. She followed Damien to the back room and sat down on the chair he offered her. "Thank you, I believe I should rest for a bit before being seen by customers."
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