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Nov 27, 2014 7:50:33 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 27, 2014 7:50:33 GMT
"Nothing." He said as he unwrapped the sword. The sword's blade was made of two different metals. One was a pure white and made up the edge of the blade, while the blunt back was made of a similar metal to Alaric's sword, though didn't have the same properties. The blade was incredibly slender at the edge, seeming as though it would cut through any thing it touched. There was no guard and instead rounds out from the blade before going into the hilt.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 27, 2014 17:59:30 GMT
Alaric nodded. "This was expected. Allow me to explain the basics then." He set to work drawing on the ground with his finger. When he had finished, seven runes lay perfectly inscribed.
"These seven runes are the base for all magic. Jozu," he circled the rune that looked like an spread palm or a rising sun, "is the rune of our Lady, Justitia, and also the only one we will focus on for now."
Alaric stood and raised his right hand. "The three aspects of magic are as follows; a word of power, a focus, and will. The runes act as your word of power. Caladbolg will serve as your focus, in which aspect you are lucky. Will is your desire to affect the spell, and to bring it into reality."
He turned to one of the boulders and raised his hand, snapping it open. A quick spark of yellow light leapt from his hand, flying into the boulder and smashing against it's surface. A small crater about 3 inches across marred the stone's surface.
"Do you have any questions so far?"
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Nov 27, 2014 23:22:33 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 27, 2014 23:22:33 GMT
"Sounds simple enough..." Adminius said with a grimace. He raised the sword with complete ease, much to his surprise. It felt almost weightless, which would certainly help with wielding it. He focused on the sword, and he could feel an inner tugging. Nothing literal, but he could feel what Alaric was talking about.
Kind of.
He took a deep breath and focused.
'Act.' He thought as he brought the sword into a stance.
'Act.'
He took another deep breath and turned to the nearest tree.
'Act!'
He swung, the blade coating itself in flames. There was no sound as the blade cut straight through the trunk and set both ends ablaze. He brought the blade to his side as the tree fell over. "... Oops."
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Post by Nobody on Nov 27, 2014 23:27:28 GMT
Alaric raised his left hand. A blast of frost covered the tree, extinguishing the flames. "Will is more than just thought. It is your desire for action as well as your willingness to act. What were you attempting when you swung the blade?"
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Nov 27, 2014 23:38:14 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 27, 2014 23:38:14 GMT
"Just... Anything. I just wanted to see myself do it. But..." He examined the edge. "Damn this blade is sharp. I love it."
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Post by Nobody on Nov 27, 2014 23:51:28 GMT
"Forged by Lord Vulcan." Alaric crumpled against a tree, face pale. His armor faded into black smoke. Underneath it, he wore the simple clothing of a knight: white cotton shirt, loose riders pants and a simple leather band around his neck. A chipped pewter hawk hung from the band. Several bruises dotted his arms at regular intervals. The one over his right hand was especially dark. "You should probably try some ranged spells as well." His voice did nothing to betray his weariness.
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Nov 28, 2014 3:07:55 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 28, 2014 3:07:55 GMT
Adminius stared at him for a moment. "... Go rest, Alaric. Aoife and I likely owe you our lives. But your job isn't over yet. Not that that's what matters anymore." He scratched his head. He wasn't quite sure how to be informal, with his upbringing and position. "Just... Yeah. Rest. You need it. I'll be fine to practice by myself."
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Post by Nobody on Nov 28, 2014 4:20:42 GMT
"That would be irresponsible of me. You have just started your training and if you should do something wrong you may kill yourself. I simply need to sit for a moment."
Soma, the rune of growth, began to glow a warm green color from one of the bruises on his left bicep. The bruises started to fade to a dull yellow, apart from the one surrounding Soma.
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Nov 28, 2014 4:33:19 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 28, 2014 4:33:19 GMT
"... Thank you, Alaric." He said. With that, he continued his practice into the night under Alaric's supervision. With half of the forest leveled, he sat against a trunk with little breath to remain standing. He'd done much more in the last hour, though it was still amateurish, at least as far as he assumed.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 28, 2014 21:03:47 GMT
"Better. You still have lots of room to improve though. And your handling of delicate work is terrible. By now you will be feeling the effects of the continuous casting. You will be tired, and you will probably have a headache just behind your eyes. This is called willburn, and if your focus is strong enough to resist the spell, as in the case of your artifact, then your body will experience some feedback. It is like a muscle. The more you practice at it, the less pain you will feel."
Alaric stood, shaking on his feet. The bruises had reformed over the course of the day. -It is painful. But I need this. I need to be strong.-
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Nov 28, 2014 21:43:16 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 28, 2014 21:43:16 GMT
"L-lets... Hurry back... Aoife is likely worried sick..." He forced himself to his feet only to fall over and smack his head on the trunk, knocking himself out.
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Post by Nobody on Nov 28, 2014 21:50:43 GMT
Alaric sighed. Under his clothes, a rune glowed into life between his shoulder blades. It was Ramm, the rune of strength. His heart began racing and the pain worsened for a moment before the rune's effect kicked in. Alaric felt stronger, confident that he could carry at least three of Adminius back the paltry mile and a half to the inn. He threw Adminius over a shoulder and began his walk back.
Alaric threw the door to the room open, laying Adminius on his bed. "He is fine," Alaric said, seeing Aoife's worried expression. "He has never cast magic before today, I assume. So he will sleep for a few hours."
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Nov 28, 2014 22:05:40 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Nov 28, 2014 22:05:40 GMT
"Straight to the point like him, I see," Aoife joked, clearly relieved. "And you would be right. Before you, I can't say that either of us have even witnessed magic. Of course we knew it was, but just had never seen."
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Post by Nobody on Nov 28, 2014 22:41:41 GMT
Alaric sat on the third bed. "He needs rest." -So do I.- He laid back in bed, eyes heavy.
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Nov 29, 2014 0:29:28 GMT
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Post by canas on Nov 29, 2014 0:29:28 GMT
Cultus stepped ibto the room, looking at Alaric, still just barely awake. ''Good. Youre awake.'' He grabbed his shirt and dragged a decidedly limp Alaric through the room. ''Just about to get the prisoner talking.''
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