Post by Onira on Sept 8, 2006 22:02:47 GMT -5
His eyes quickly scurried their gaze along the page, making sure to catch every word for the teen to remember. Onira wanted to figure out how this stuff worked, but more importantly, how to draw the symbol properly. He needed to know the exact measurements, have the proper angles, and to have absolute wording inside of it all. Truth be told, he was unsure if this would work. Symbology was something he had no even touched beyond alchemic circles, and his skill in such things was much less than good. Heck, the book he was reading at the moment was actually found by accident, of all things.
--- 7 Hours ago --- (This can be skipped)
Onira's fingers bumped along the many ridges of books. So many sensations over one another. Leather cover. Hard cover. Paper back. So many ways to wrap one's text. And so many texts to read. Yes, he was bored as all hell. He had no classes for the day, had nothing to watch, had no new spells to cast, and overall, had nothing to keep himself occupied. Not even any rooms to transmute. So, he pushed himself towards the library, hopeful as ever that something at least mildly interesting would catch his eye. At the time Saisho was not with him. For one, the library didn't very well like animals of that size in their vast ocean of knowledge. However, the more primary was the fact that Saisho was being quite the lazy one at the moment, and seemed to want nothing but sleep. Fair enough.
Continuing through the many books, Onira felt as if he was becoming more and more bored. As if the life was being sucked out of him with every new title he found his eyes upon. History of Babylos. The many faces of Babylos. General magic. The Sceince of Magic. Yeah, it was all crap. Nothing in the least bit saqtisfying for even the clueless student. His hopes were getting low.
Another ten minutes of purposeless searching had Onira in a rut. He was completely bored, and not a damn thing wished to work for him. The possibilities of finding somethng intriguing were doubtful, making Onira lean back against the wall next to him. His eyes were gazing at the ground, which although meant defeat for the moment, was the reason he found what he needed. As if sent from god himself, the book lay on the floor. It's cover was a deep red with a very ornamental-looking gold pattern around it. In the very middle was small silver text that seemed to spark some form of happiness in Onira's eyes.
Symbology for the Advanced Wizard
Naturally, only one word registered in his mind. Symbology. Although not previously practiced, he had heard about it from his master. Well, that was expected, since his form of magic was, in essence, symbology. Of course, his was much more scientific as compared, but was also much more limited. That was probably the part that intrigued him of symbology. Limitless.
Quickly he picked it up off the floor. He didn't even question why it was there. All he wanted was to check it out and to read it. As he did. He was swift to get it scanned and prepared, his legs quick to lead him to the courtyard and to the bench. For the next seven hours he read. Which brought him to the present.
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Slowly he closed his eyes, visualizing the picture. Something at the back of his head said he was going too far too quickly. It was almost midnight, he was tired as all hell, and this stuff was much too advanced. But, whatever it was--whether the craving for power, or just for knowledge--he wanted to complete it. So, opening his eyes again, he placed the book beside himself, keeping it turned to one page. The symbol for the spell. He slipped off the courtyard bench, falling to one knee and placing both palms against the ground. Without thinking of it any further, he let the alchemy do it's thing, instantly crafting the symbol into the stone before him. It was large. Very large. The circle was about twenty feet in diameter, crafted seemingly perfectly into the stone.
He picked himself up, walking around the circle for a moment, book now in hand. He scanned it with those perceptive orbs, seeing nothing wrong with it. Of course, he had to be sharp at this phase. If even the smallest thing was wrong, he was quite able to die. After all, not only was it his first symbology technique, it was also his first summoning. Quite a strong one as well, had he read any further. He decided it as just a risk that would have to be taken.
After doing a full inspection of the circle, Onira slowly dropped to his knees. He placed the tips of his fingers against the symbol, not able to use his palms for the alchemic circles were there. One was not sure, but it was possible they would screw up the whole thing, and that was never good with any form of magic being used.
He took a slow, deep breath, making sure everything was good. He could feel the warmth of magical energy inside of him, already beginning to move it to his finger tips. The world was silent for only a moment, but it felt like hours. How quickly it came tumbling back, the symbol now glowing that familiar yellow light. It was beginning.
Onira pumped his energy into it, some sense of confidence coming into the deepest parts of his mind. The fragile glass of such a feeling was instantly shattered as a disgusting, terrible, and ultimately evil black, scaled, somewhat gooey looking arm protruted out, instantly grabbing Onira round the neck. The arm as well as the hand was strong, easily as large as the teen's torso. Something had gone quite wrong.
He let his fingers leave the symbol, but it didn't matter. The creature had found a doorway to Earth, and it seemed every bit as willing to take it. With or without Onira's help. He brought his hands up to try and pull away the beast's grip, but it was of no use. It was just too strong, and was getting out. Already one could see the dark scales and goo of it's apparent head leaving the circle, another arm coming out to pull it's body out. It seemed to turn it's head toward Onira at an impossible-looking angle, it's eyes meeting his. It was a strange sight. The eyes had no color. Not gray as one may think. It was something that didn't even register as a mix of colors. It's eyes were just... void. They seemed to rip into Onira's soul through his own orbs, eyes widening at all fo the terrible sights. A dark lightning replaced the warm yellow glow, static around Onira and the beast. But, the physical didn't matter now. He was in his own nightmares.
--- 7 Hours ago --- (This can be skipped)
Onira's fingers bumped along the many ridges of books. So many sensations over one another. Leather cover. Hard cover. Paper back. So many ways to wrap one's text. And so many texts to read. Yes, he was bored as all hell. He had no classes for the day, had nothing to watch, had no new spells to cast, and overall, had nothing to keep himself occupied. Not even any rooms to transmute. So, he pushed himself towards the library, hopeful as ever that something at least mildly interesting would catch his eye. At the time Saisho was not with him. For one, the library didn't very well like animals of that size in their vast ocean of knowledge. However, the more primary was the fact that Saisho was being quite the lazy one at the moment, and seemed to want nothing but sleep. Fair enough.
Continuing through the many books, Onira felt as if he was becoming more and more bored. As if the life was being sucked out of him with every new title he found his eyes upon. History of Babylos. The many faces of Babylos. General magic. The Sceince of Magic. Yeah, it was all crap. Nothing in the least bit saqtisfying for even the clueless student. His hopes were getting low.
Another ten minutes of purposeless searching had Onira in a rut. He was completely bored, and not a damn thing wished to work for him. The possibilities of finding somethng intriguing were doubtful, making Onira lean back against the wall next to him. His eyes were gazing at the ground, which although meant defeat for the moment, was the reason he found what he needed. As if sent from god himself, the book lay on the floor. It's cover was a deep red with a very ornamental-looking gold pattern around it. In the very middle was small silver text that seemed to spark some form of happiness in Onira's eyes.
Symbology for the Advanced Wizard
Naturally, only one word registered in his mind. Symbology. Although not previously practiced, he had heard about it from his master. Well, that was expected, since his form of magic was, in essence, symbology. Of course, his was much more scientific as compared, but was also much more limited. That was probably the part that intrigued him of symbology. Limitless.
Quickly he picked it up off the floor. He didn't even question why it was there. All he wanted was to check it out and to read it. As he did. He was swift to get it scanned and prepared, his legs quick to lead him to the courtyard and to the bench. For the next seven hours he read. Which brought him to the present.
--------------------------
Slowly he closed his eyes, visualizing the picture. Something at the back of his head said he was going too far too quickly. It was almost midnight, he was tired as all hell, and this stuff was much too advanced. But, whatever it was--whether the craving for power, or just for knowledge--he wanted to complete it. So, opening his eyes again, he placed the book beside himself, keeping it turned to one page. The symbol for the spell. He slipped off the courtyard bench, falling to one knee and placing both palms against the ground. Without thinking of it any further, he let the alchemy do it's thing, instantly crafting the symbol into the stone before him. It was large. Very large. The circle was about twenty feet in diameter, crafted seemingly perfectly into the stone.
He picked himself up, walking around the circle for a moment, book now in hand. He scanned it with those perceptive orbs, seeing nothing wrong with it. Of course, he had to be sharp at this phase. If even the smallest thing was wrong, he was quite able to die. After all, not only was it his first symbology technique, it was also his first summoning. Quite a strong one as well, had he read any further. He decided it as just a risk that would have to be taken.
After doing a full inspection of the circle, Onira slowly dropped to his knees. He placed the tips of his fingers against the symbol, not able to use his palms for the alchemic circles were there. One was not sure, but it was possible they would screw up the whole thing, and that was never good with any form of magic being used.
He took a slow, deep breath, making sure everything was good. He could feel the warmth of magical energy inside of him, already beginning to move it to his finger tips. The world was silent for only a moment, but it felt like hours. How quickly it came tumbling back, the symbol now glowing that familiar yellow light. It was beginning.
Onira pumped his energy into it, some sense of confidence coming into the deepest parts of his mind. The fragile glass of such a feeling was instantly shattered as a disgusting, terrible, and ultimately evil black, scaled, somewhat gooey looking arm protruted out, instantly grabbing Onira round the neck. The arm as well as the hand was strong, easily as large as the teen's torso. Something had gone quite wrong.
He let his fingers leave the symbol, but it didn't matter. The creature had found a doorway to Earth, and it seemed every bit as willing to take it. With or without Onira's help. He brought his hands up to try and pull away the beast's grip, but it was of no use. It was just too strong, and was getting out. Already one could see the dark scales and goo of it's apparent head leaving the circle, another arm coming out to pull it's body out. It seemed to turn it's head toward Onira at an impossible-looking angle, it's eyes meeting his. It was a strange sight. The eyes had no color. Not gray as one may think. It was something that didn't even register as a mix of colors. It's eyes were just... void. They seemed to rip into Onira's soul through his own orbs, eyes widening at all fo the terrible sights. A dark lightning replaced the warm yellow glow, static around Onira and the beast. But, the physical didn't matter now. He was in his own nightmares.