Right was wondering, Nanaya. So far, most of us have been doing essence hijinks without incantations to begin with, but the advantage of an overcharged key line is, in fact, incantatonless spellcasting. Is that something to observe going forwards? And since it’s primal, I’m guessing that “speak incantations in reverse” thing will keep going as well?
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And another Otis post down the hatch. Truly the most well-adjusted student on campus. Best roommate too, giving Davil the ability to choose even after such a massive, life-endangering fuck up!
It was something he had only read about as a theory. Far removed from Personal Barriers, which existed in military usage, the overcharging of a leyline was something that was talked about and discussed amongst academics, but rarely performed. Why would one do so, after all, in a mana-drained world? Why do so, when you would end up damaging leylines that have already become unreliable? Why do so, when the world’s problems couldn’t truly be solved with just more magic?
Apparently, the simple answer had eluded the scholars: just create artificial leylines for that purpose.
All external essence sucked into a singular point. The world itself, torn apart and separated from reality as understood by others. An essence-less plane now, lifeless despite living life, a facsimile of a forest clearing. Otis marvelled at it all, the light of scientific curiosity burning as bright as the false sun in the sky. Oh, he could use this! If they were to learn how to do this, and if they were given plenty of leylines to do this with, then there was good reason after all, to attend his classes obediently.
A strange thing then, that his classmates seemed more focused on the screams of a wretch than on the marvels, the potential, before them all.
Davil’s fate was to be expected, now that Otis had confirmed exactly what Instructor Alto had intended. He knelt down beside the rest of them, of course. Unbuttoned Davil’s shirt to examine the chest. Ignored the arms because they weren’t all that necessary. Smelled the bile. Took personal note of how intact the lower body was. His roommate was still conscious, of course. An idiot’s tenacity could be praised, if nothing else. No organs were ruptured, and the ribs were cracked, not completely inverted into the lungs.
“All he needs is first aid,” Otis said, placing one hand upon Iraleth’s extended arm. “This is an overcharged leyline, Iraleth. What we felt when we came here will be what we feel when we leave here, and there’s no purpose in doing what the clinic is paid to do. Recall that the topic of this class is ‘Survival’.”
A pause. It was almost cruel, offering it as a choice, but the Strigidae turned his unblinking gaze towards Davil regardless. Chunji, perhaps, could see that ‘consideration’ existed in different shades and tints, different forms and beliefs. Consideration, perhaps, could simply be a consideration towards how far one can be uplifted before they are forced to reckon that it was only their natural inability that prevented their progress, not their tuition or their armaments.
“But it’s your life, Davil. Blink once, if you wish for shelter. Blink twice, if you believe you can form a Personal Barrier by the time we must leave this plane. Know that this will happen again if you aren’t able to form a Personal Barrier.”
If the former, Otis would wait for Iraleth’s first aid to conclude, then pull Davil, broken arms and all, into the void-space of his Door, sealing it shut.
If the later?
He would not do anything at all. Tenacity could be respected, and you didn’t need your arms to form a Personal Barrier.
“Your choice, Davil. Blink once, or blink twice.”
Been sick for the last few days at this point, but I'll probably be able to post sometime during the weekend.
Ah, so what we could call...a Domain Expansion. ;3
And yah, Otis will protect his assets and use this opportunity to get closer to Chloe too.
And yah, Otis will protect his assets and use this opportunity to get closer to Chloe too.
Nerd that Otis is, would he know anything extra about the whole overcharged leyline deal?
Relatively quick crafting post out. If there's actually a half-decent source of water nearby, her blood sausage project will probably be a good bit more easily done huhuhu.
Five more of these for craftswork from Bowbh?
Esfir recalled the pots she had seen. Useful, useful things they were. It was clear that she didn’t have enough at the moment, but that just meant she’d need to visit those caves once more. It was too late into the afternoon now to venture out, not after the warning given to her by an Orc Brute, but it gave her another short-term goal.
“A fair deal. I’ll take one of those smaller axes then, for the meat. Expect me tomorrow, Bowbh, with the ores.” The axe was a puny thing, but would fit her current size well enough. A knife may work better immediately, but the heft of an axe leant it to more uses later on.
She waved her goodbyes to the craftsorc, before returning to the firepit, taking a circuitous route in hopes of spying a river or another source of water on the way back. Regardless of if she did or didn’t, Esfir would pick out a large, flat rock from the outcroppings that the camp was built upon, using that as a rudimentary table as she worked by the fireside. With her stomach already filled, she put her attention first upon constructing the arm guards she had initially planned on building. Laying out the Elwet Antlers that she had, Esfir measured them alongside the length of her forearms, before cutting them to size as necessary with her newly-obtained hand-axe. The stone she had picked out was used to grind down the sharpest edges that remained, before she took out one of her Jackalope Points next. Using it as a substitute for a drill, she struck it into the Antlers using the back of her axe, intent on punching holes in them so strips of hide could be threaded through them afterwards. She blew the dust of from those holes, checking once more for fit, before Esfir moved on to measuring the length of the skin strips she had. If there was a surplus, she would twine the Harpy Skin Strips with the Tatzelwurm Hide Strips to reinforce the strength of the bindings. If there wasn’t, then she would simply have to deal with it.
One would hope that the final product was good, but even if it wasn’t, Esfir would be satisfied so long as the product could save her arm once or twice from a prey’s Slash.
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Esfir recalled the pots she had seen. Useful, useful things they were. It was clear that she didn’t have enough at the moment, but that just meant she’d need to visit those caves once more. It was too late into the afternoon now to venture out, not after the warning given to her by an Orc Brute, but it gave her another short-term goal.
“A fair deal. I’ll take one of those smaller axes then, for the meat. Expect me tomorrow, Bowbh, with the ores.” The axe was a puny thing, but would fit her current size well enough. A knife may work better immediately, but the heft of an axe leant it to more uses later on.
She waved her goodbyes to the craftsorc, before returning to the firepit, taking a circuitous route in hopes of spying a river or another source of water on the way back. Regardless of if she did or didn’t, Esfir would pick out a large, flat rock from the outcroppings that the camp was built upon, using that as a rudimentary table as she worked by the fireside. With her stomach already filled, she put her attention first upon constructing the arm guards she had initially planned on building. Laying out the Elwet Antlers that she had, Esfir measured them alongside the length of her forearms, before cutting them to size as necessary with her newly-obtained hand-axe. The stone she had picked out was used to grind down the sharpest edges that remained, before she took out one of her Jackalope Points next. Using it as a substitute for a drill, she struck it into the Antlers using the back of her axe, intent on punching holes in them so strips of hide could be threaded through them afterwards. She blew the dust of from those holes, checking once more for fit, before Esfir moved on to measuring the length of the skin strips she had. If there was a surplus, she would twine the Harpy Skin Strips with the Tatzelwurm Hide Strips to reinforce the strength of the bindings. If there wasn’t, then she would simply have to deal with it.
One would hope that the final product was good, but even if it wasn’t, Esfir would be satisfied so long as the product could save her arm once or twice from a prey’s Slash.
@Zeroth
So who's this? Oros the Collector?
Wait, no! Oros del Oro!
Wait, no! Oros del Oro!
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