Post by The Bard on Nov 3, 2015 14:13:56 GMT -8
Magic Improvement 1/6
Summary - Lucerys is practicing and developing a new technique for composing music via advanced sonic magic and manipulation in order to better improve his performances as well as his abilities.
[12:01] Lucerys sits down in the glade.. enjoying his wine under the pavilion, getting himself very comfortable amidst the mound of cushions and luxurious rugs. "Well, Sergei.." he looks at his Imperial guard.. "I suppose I should test some theories." His guard just kind of shrugs.. /As you wish, Prince./ And to that he relaxes back.. slowly forming disturbances in the air around them to vibrate it and create pockets of sound.. subtle at first, the beginnings of noise...
[12:07] Lucerys shuts his eyes listening to the sound.. as he controls the magic around him to form a mini orchestra.. subdued at first.. the air around the pavilion resonating as he tries to adjust the harmonics to best suit the surrounding space.. It was gentle and paced.. easier to control as he adds new spells to the mix.. Orbs of light, gradually forming to float around the area.. changing colour in response to the notes his magic was creating.
[12:10] Lucerys weaves at the fabric of magic.. distorting it to test the limits of the sound he could create.. the tombre, the pitch and note as he crafts a song out of the aether.. letting it create cacaphony around the glade.. The lights responding in tone to create their own unique show from his power.
[12:13] Lucerys waves his hand around.. like he was playing with the breeze infront of him.. letting the currents of air flow around his fingers as he morphs the sound into something more esoteric and ethereal.. a haunting noise that made the surrounding area grow dark.. the lights dimming and hovering in the air like spectres..
[12:19] Lucerys raises the volume of the music, lifting his hand into the air as innate control.. letting it climb to a deafening roar.. that shuck the surrounding life.. even drowning out the waves bashing into the cliffs.. before dropping his hand and dissipating all the magic he'd composed.. leaving the glade eerily silent...
[12:24] Lucerys sparks up his pipe, relaxing back onto the cushions.. "Yes.. I think that will do nicely.." "Don't you Sergei?" he says offhandedly to his Guard.. "Controlling the very fabric of sound to create a symphony without even the need for an instrument.. My master would have dreamed of it, had he the talent." he smiles, blowing out a languid plume of smoke.