Post by Onira on Jun 18, 2006 1:19:14 GMT -5
Chapter 1 (I'm going to do this thread in a sort of chapter form if that's ok, given that this really only includes me and the NPC I'm controlling)
Onira walked to a small house. There he was. So close to a master alchemist. It was hard to believe. This one was supposed to possess all one needed to know about human alchemy. What to do. How it worked. He could teach Onira the science of gods. Well, that was one way of looking at it. Most healing done by magic was unreasonable. Some sort of light healed a person, but the reasons were more or less unexplained. Alchemy was the ability to do so with reasonable facts. But, back to the subject.
Onira walked ever closer to the house, placing his hand against the door. He had a strange feeling. This was confirmed by a sort of scratching sound as Onira knocked on the door. His mind registered the sound, but his body wasn't quite fast enough, and instantly two long metal shafts were impaled from the ground into the roof, sending a net along with them and pushing Onira into the roof. The young man sighed.
"Son of a bitch."
This was a common trap used by alchemists. More used to catch alchemists rather than other magic users. Why? Because the wire used to snag the intruder was almost microscopically small, making it almost impossible for a transmuitation circle tobe used on it. Of course, this only worked on apprentices because the masters could just imagine a circle.
Onira's attention turned to the shafts. They were too far away for Onira to transmute, but maybe...
"Seems someone didn't quite expect MY abilities."
A small bit of bone with a microscopic tansmutation circle at the tip came from Onira's wrist and touched one of the shafts. Instantly part of the shaft created a blade that slashed through the microscopic wire, Onira dropping to the ground and the bone receeding back to his arm. Onira laid there for a moment, placing his left hand against his wrist and concentrating, transmuting the wound back to normal. Onira then sat up, but his forehead was caught by the palm of another. Feeling a knee against his back, a small trickle of sweat dripped down his face. The attacker spoke.
"Who are you?"
Onira walked to a small house. There he was. So close to a master alchemist. It was hard to believe. This one was supposed to possess all one needed to know about human alchemy. What to do. How it worked. He could teach Onira the science of gods. Well, that was one way of looking at it. Most healing done by magic was unreasonable. Some sort of light healed a person, but the reasons were more or less unexplained. Alchemy was the ability to do so with reasonable facts. But, back to the subject.
Onira walked ever closer to the house, placing his hand against the door. He had a strange feeling. This was confirmed by a sort of scratching sound as Onira knocked on the door. His mind registered the sound, but his body wasn't quite fast enough, and instantly two long metal shafts were impaled from the ground into the roof, sending a net along with them and pushing Onira into the roof. The young man sighed.
"Son of a bitch."
This was a common trap used by alchemists. More used to catch alchemists rather than other magic users. Why? Because the wire used to snag the intruder was almost microscopically small, making it almost impossible for a transmuitation circle tobe used on it. Of course, this only worked on apprentices because the masters could just imagine a circle.
Onira's attention turned to the shafts. They were too far away for Onira to transmute, but maybe...
"Seems someone didn't quite expect MY abilities."
A small bit of bone with a microscopic tansmutation circle at the tip came from Onira's wrist and touched one of the shafts. Instantly part of the shaft created a blade that slashed through the microscopic wire, Onira dropping to the ground and the bone receeding back to his arm. Onira laid there for a moment, placing his left hand against his wrist and concentrating, transmuting the wound back to normal. Onira then sat up, but his forehead was caught by the palm of another. Feeling a knee against his back, a small trickle of sweat dripped down his face. The attacker spoke.
"Who are you?"