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That'd be @ERode and @Psyker Landshark
Damn, getting artsy about it. I like it!
Oh, right. Yeah, the location of Rio's Adapa would come up. It wouldn't be anywhere nearby though, but would instead appear to be hundreds of kilometers to the northwest of the academy. Still within the Vaalin Union, but weeks away from Wingram, at least on foot.
The rules on teleportation do vary, as different methods do have different conditions and limitations. The highest but most rare form of this would be 'true' teleportation, in that the caster can teleport anywhere with perfect accuracy and intent, with little to no limits on distance. But that method is so rare as to be considered a myth by most, and would be something that a prodigy of magic could spend their entire life devoted to the research of without achieving it.
What most teleportation experts would recommend, instead of that, is to have what they call an anchor - a destination in mind that's reasonably close, well-traveled, and comfortably familiarized by the individual. When those conditions are met, and assuming the destination is within a few hundred meters, what's known as a 'warp' can be attempted, should the person also know and perfect the casting motions of the warp spell. Warp itself is a decently difficult spell to acquire information on and practice, as many tomes on the spell would be kept under lock in magical libraries. Even were a caster to learn it, it typically requires multiple minutes of idle concentration to land perfectly; to arrive at their intended destination instead of inside a wall or floor. The average person can typically expect to successfully warp once, maybe twice a day before they risk rebound or an imperfect transportation.
A weaker variation on this would be the blink spell, which can allow one to warp short distances of about five meters at a time to a place within eyesight. The limitations put upon it make it easier for casters to control, though another drawback of its quick cast time is that users report a feeling of winded fatigue as if they had full sprinted double the length of where they had blinked to. As a result, it quickly becomes exhausting with repeated use in a short time, and is considered inefficient for that reason. It also uses up more essence than something of that scale would reasonably demand, to compensate for speed. Typically reserved for emergency scenarios to flee from imminent danger.
The last and strongest known primary method of teleportation would simply be the spell named 'teleport'. Its tomes reside within forbidden libraries across the world, guarded heavily. Knowledge of the spell is only trusted with respected Arcmages, or an equivalent rank in the hierarchy of other societies, and it's illegal for those who know it to teach it to those who don't meet the qualifications. There's not much public knowledge about the spell, but it's been said that at its peak, it allows for worldwide or even dimensional travel without limit.
More niche methods would exist, such as the shadow melding of practiced Umbralists, or the 'gate' spell taught to Arcmages and some Undermages, which opens a doorway to the location of a person they've essence linked with within two kilometers.
Teleportation rituals do also exist, but require setup and significant material sacrifice depending on the desired location. Alternatively, two-way teleportation altars can be constructed, though aren't considered practical due to cost and offerings necessary to maintain their power.
I might be missing something, but that roughly covers it, I think. I should also note that Rio didn't disappear until after the coin he had flicked had entered the water of the fountain. At the very least, after all the mechanical yapping I did above, it'd be safe to assume he didn't cast a spell, as no incantation or casting motions were made. Teleportation also simply dematerializes a person, whereas Rio's body almost seemed to become water and get sucked into the fountain. If it were a static A to B, it would likely fall under the category of a teleportation altar. Though in that case, while leyline alignment between both places would be encouraged for convenience, it isn't guaranteed.
What most teleportation experts would recommend, instead of that, is to have what they call an anchor - a destination in mind that's reasonably close, well-traveled, and comfortably familiarized by the individual. When those conditions are met, and assuming the destination is within a few hundred meters, what's known as a 'warp' can be attempted, should the person also know and perfect the casting motions of the warp spell. Warp itself is a decently difficult spell to acquire information on and practice, as many tomes on the spell would be kept under lock in magical libraries. Even were a caster to learn it, it typically requires multiple minutes of idle concentration to land perfectly; to arrive at their intended destination instead of inside a wall or floor. The average person can typically expect to successfully warp once, maybe twice a day before they risk rebound or an imperfect transportation.
A weaker variation on this would be the blink spell, which can allow one to warp short distances of about five meters at a time to a place within eyesight. The limitations put upon it make it easier for casters to control, though another drawback of its quick cast time is that users report a feeling of winded fatigue as if they had full sprinted double the length of where they had blinked to. As a result, it quickly becomes exhausting with repeated use in a short time, and is considered inefficient for that reason. It also uses up more essence than something of that scale would reasonably demand, to compensate for speed. Typically reserved for emergency scenarios to flee from imminent danger.
The last and strongest known primary method of teleportation would simply be the spell named 'teleport'. Its tomes reside within forbidden libraries across the world, guarded heavily. Knowledge of the spell is only trusted with respected Arcmages, or an equivalent rank in the hierarchy of other societies, and it's illegal for those who know it to teach it to those who don't meet the qualifications. There's not much public knowledge about the spell, but it's been said that at its peak, it allows for worldwide or even dimensional travel without limit.
More niche methods would exist, such as the shadow melding of practiced Umbralists, or the 'gate' spell taught to Arcmages and some Undermages, which opens a doorway to the location of a person they've essence linked with within two kilometers.
Teleportation rituals do also exist, but require setup and significant material sacrifice depending on the desired location. Alternatively, two-way teleportation altars can be constructed, though aren't considered practical due to cost and offerings necessary to maintain their power.
I might be missing something, but that roughly covers it, I think. I should also note that Rio didn't disappear until after the coin he had flicked had entered the water of the fountain. At the very least, after all the mechanical yapping I did above, it'd be safe to assume he didn't cast a spell, as no incantation or casting motions were made. Teleportation also simply dematerializes a person, whereas Rio's body almost seemed to become water and get sucked into the fountain. If it were a static A to B, it would likely fall under the category of a teleportation altar. Though in that case, while leyline alignment between both places would be encouraged for convenience, it isn't guaranteed.
@Estylwen@ERode@Psyker Landshark
"Apart from Ventura, the rest of Compact 3 is free to go for the night. If you wish not to remain in the clinic and feel recovered enough to move about, you'll be escorted back to your dorm rooms by security mannekin, and that is where you'll stay until tomorrow morning. Mannekin will patrol the halls of the dormitories, the perimeter, and naturally the school grounds as well. Two will additionally remain on standby within each of your rooms," Raja would explain, removing her right hand from her staff and allowing it to simply float in place.
With her now free hand, she would reach into a pocket of her robes and withdraw what appeared to be a ring box, but far wider. As she held it out towards the students, she would look them over; the latch on the box would release, springing it open to reveal a series of wooden rings. "All of Compact 3 will be required to wear one of these rings until the end of Ventura's judgment. They each bear a curse of nullification, entirely halting one's capability to manipulate essence or cast spells for up to seven days, or sooner should the enchanter consent to an early dispel. Naturally, this includes Ethos use. They also can't be removed until either of those conditions have been met, once slid on the finger. As I said a second ago, the bigwigs. If we weren't at least this decisive, it wouldn't have been long before Mirris got wind of 'Umbralist terrorism' and sent one of their Stalwara here. So, please just put the things on to make it easier on us, okay?"
After speaking so casually to Otis and Iraleth and handing them their rings should they agree, the principal then turned towards Ciara with no attempt to hide the smoldering spite. "You can expect a life of repentance in the underground dungeons of Wund Tower, perhaps. Surrounded by the greatest guard dogs of the Union, and made to cough up all details of your life and ties to the Dark God, by the finest talents of our nation. Or maybe, in the Court's mercy, they'll elect to skip the repentance, extract what they can, and execute you. The best thing you can do, in this moment, is accept your punishment and die. If the janitor is who you wish to bring with you, then so be it - so long as you're satisfied with him being the last supporter you'll ever have. You and Compact 3 will be led to the gates of the school at 7:00 AM sharp tomorrow, and begin your journey to Vaal Nero by guarded carriage ride."
Raja spat the words with so much hostility, so much bile, that Sylv would begin to walk over to the principal's side. With the same neutral expression, she would put her hand on Raja's shoulder. "Perhaps the messenger has too great a bias in this task. Understandable. Allow me to make this simple."
Sylv would remove one of the rings from the box and move closer to Ciara's bedside, slowly extending it towards her while looking her in the eye with little regard, positive or negative. "She speaks the truth, yet also lies. Eternal imprisonment or death are possible, but a better future is not out of grasp. It would be suboptimal to idealize a bloody outcome."
A scoff would escape the principal, turning away, her eyes softening for a moment in reflection. "A better future, huh?"
The tension left Raja as she exhaled it out, beginning to recompose. Yet at the same time, all that was required for what would happen next would be that she had finally relaxed for the first time that night. From the time of the start of the duel until now, she had been vigilant. All it took was a half-second in which her grip had loosened on the imp in her left hand.
Thwunk.
It was fast. Faster than a blink as a result of desperation, losing out on on power and potency for the sake of speed, seeing the one path it had to making it out alive. A thin tether of a tar-like strand shot out of the imp's mouth, landing squarely on the face of the idling gargoyle on the other side of the room. The imp ripped itself out of Raja's grip in that same moment, propelling forward with the connection of the tether and smashing against the stone frame of the gargoyle with a sickening wet splat, sinking through its cracks. The imp's laughter could be heard echoing from underneath the rock as the gargoyle struggled and stumbled about, its shrieks of panic mixing with the imp's cackling. After all of this, a full second had finally passed, and Raja reached for her staff on instinct to aim towards the creature. All the while, the imp's voice rang out from inside the stone sentry.
"Jackpot! You losers ain't able to follow where I'M going in this thing, ya won't! Once I get it under control, anyway... STOP MOVING SO MUCH, YOU FUCKIN'-"
A flame would return to Raja's eyes, clearly preparing to blast this entire room of the clinic down if she had to.
@AThousandCurses
The last thing that Chunji would see before leaving Chloe's room is her faint smile of appreciation, which she would hold just long enough for the boy to close the door. While the interaction may have lightened tension for the half-elf's situation, Chunji would perhaps not derive any joy from the lack of response from Rio. The message had indeed been sent successfully, but as minutes passed in this hour in which consistent contact was crucial, the status and location of the final student of Compact 3 remained unknown. Was he ignoring the messages sent, or in some manner of danger himself? Such things wouldn't be immediately apparent at the moment, at least.
A tip-tapping of shoes echoed from further down the hall, and soon, turned the corner towards Chunji. He would see Dr. Kann move closer, hurriedly typing away on the Adapa at his side, stopping near the boy. He would type one final sentence, click his tongue in frustration, and then look downwards towards the seated student. "Your classmate - Steeler, was it? Unusual case, that one," he'd grumble, scratching his head. "She's apparently an anomaly, as far as essence is concerned. Normally, she can live her life without issue, but it was a case of unfortunate timing today. She won't tell you as much, though, seeing as she denied treatment to lessen the pain. In hindsight, treating her wounds from earlier deeefinitely hastened the process."
With slow blink, and then a faster one, Kann would realize what he'd done with a panicked expression. "And I guess I broke the patient confidentiality agreement to tell you that. My bad! Please keep this between us, alright?! I just..."
After dismissing his Adapa with a shrug, he'd lean against the wall next to Chunji, looking up at the fluorescent lighting of the hallway.
"All you kids take care of each other. Steeler's not strong, even if she thinks she is. I get what Wingram's goal is, but it's just not feasible for a lot of the students. If an Umbralist, of all things, is the norm? I can't see most of the kids here making it to graduation without some serious self-reflection."
The look of concern shot Chunji's way was made apparent; this was worry, first and foremost. As the doctor walked past Chunji and towards Chloe's door, he would look back one last time.
"But that's just my opinion, and I'm not out to be a hero. Us here in the clinic, we'll do our part to keep you guys from dying, but we can't keep you guys from dying, know what I mean?"
Kann would enter Chloe's room after one last look, the audible click of a lock a second after the door was closed.
WINGRAM CLINIC, ROOM 106
"Apart from Ventura, the rest of Compact 3 is free to go for the night. If you wish not to remain in the clinic and feel recovered enough to move about, you'll be escorted back to your dorm rooms by security mannekin, and that is where you'll stay until tomorrow morning. Mannekin will patrol the halls of the dormitories, the perimeter, and naturally the school grounds as well. Two will additionally remain on standby within each of your rooms," Raja would explain, removing her right hand from her staff and allowing it to simply float in place.
With her now free hand, she would reach into a pocket of her robes and withdraw what appeared to be a ring box, but far wider. As she held it out towards the students, she would look them over; the latch on the box would release, springing it open to reveal a series of wooden rings. "All of Compact 3 will be required to wear one of these rings until the end of Ventura's judgment. They each bear a curse of nullification, entirely halting one's capability to manipulate essence or cast spells for up to seven days, or sooner should the enchanter consent to an early dispel. Naturally, this includes Ethos use. They also can't be removed until either of those conditions have been met, once slid on the finger. As I said a second ago, the bigwigs. If we weren't at least this decisive, it wouldn't have been long before Mirris got wind of 'Umbralist terrorism' and sent one of their Stalwara here. So, please just put the things on to make it easier on us, okay?"
After speaking so casually to Otis and Iraleth and handing them their rings should they agree, the principal then turned towards Ciara with no attempt to hide the smoldering spite. "You can expect a life of repentance in the underground dungeons of Wund Tower, perhaps. Surrounded by the greatest guard dogs of the Union, and made to cough up all details of your life and ties to the Dark God, by the finest talents of our nation. Or maybe, in the Court's mercy, they'll elect to skip the repentance, extract what they can, and execute you. The best thing you can do, in this moment, is accept your punishment and die. If the janitor is who you wish to bring with you, then so be it - so long as you're satisfied with him being the last supporter you'll ever have. You and Compact 3 will be led to the gates of the school at 7:00 AM sharp tomorrow, and begin your journey to Vaal Nero by guarded carriage ride."
Raja spat the words with so much hostility, so much bile, that Sylv would begin to walk over to the principal's side. With the same neutral expression, she would put her hand on Raja's shoulder. "Perhaps the messenger has too great a bias in this task. Understandable. Allow me to make this simple."
Sylv would remove one of the rings from the box and move closer to Ciara's bedside, slowly extending it towards her while looking her in the eye with little regard, positive or negative. "She speaks the truth, yet also lies. Eternal imprisonment or death are possible, but a better future is not out of grasp. It would be suboptimal to idealize a bloody outcome."
A scoff would escape the principal, turning away, her eyes softening for a moment in reflection. "A better future, huh?"
The tension left Raja as she exhaled it out, beginning to recompose. Yet at the same time, all that was required for what would happen next would be that she had finally relaxed for the first time that night. From the time of the start of the duel until now, she had been vigilant. All it took was a half-second in which her grip had loosened on the imp in her left hand.
Thwunk.
It was fast. Faster than a blink as a result of desperation, losing out on on power and potency for the sake of speed, seeing the one path it had to making it out alive. A thin tether of a tar-like strand shot out of the imp's mouth, landing squarely on the face of the idling gargoyle on the other side of the room. The imp ripped itself out of Raja's grip in that same moment, propelling forward with the connection of the tether and smashing against the stone frame of the gargoyle with a sickening wet splat, sinking through its cracks. The imp's laughter could be heard echoing from underneath the rock as the gargoyle struggled and stumbled about, its shrieks of panic mixing with the imp's cackling. After all of this, a full second had finally passed, and Raja reached for her staff on instinct to aim towards the creature. All the while, the imp's voice rang out from inside the stone sentry.
"Jackpot! You losers ain't able to follow where I'M going in this thing, ya won't! Once I get it under control, anyway... STOP MOVING SO MUCH, YOU FUCKIN'-"
A flame would return to Raja's eyes, clearly preparing to blast this entire room of the clinic down if she had to.
@AThousandCurses
WINGRAM CLINIC, HALLS
The last thing that Chunji would see before leaving Chloe's room is her faint smile of appreciation, which she would hold just long enough for the boy to close the door. While the interaction may have lightened tension for the half-elf's situation, Chunji would perhaps not derive any joy from the lack of response from Rio. The message had indeed been sent successfully, but as minutes passed in this hour in which consistent contact was crucial, the status and location of the final student of Compact 3 remained unknown. Was he ignoring the messages sent, or in some manner of danger himself? Such things wouldn't be immediately apparent at the moment, at least.
A tip-tapping of shoes echoed from further down the hall, and soon, turned the corner towards Chunji. He would see Dr. Kann move closer, hurriedly typing away on the Adapa at his side, stopping near the boy. He would type one final sentence, click his tongue in frustration, and then look downwards towards the seated student. "Your classmate - Steeler, was it? Unusual case, that one," he'd grumble, scratching his head. "She's apparently an anomaly, as far as essence is concerned. Normally, she can live her life without issue, but it was a case of unfortunate timing today. She won't tell you as much, though, seeing as she denied treatment to lessen the pain. In hindsight, treating her wounds from earlier deeefinitely hastened the process."
With slow blink, and then a faster one, Kann would realize what he'd done with a panicked expression. "And I guess I broke the patient confidentiality agreement to tell you that. My bad! Please keep this between us, alright?! I just..."
After dismissing his Adapa with a shrug, he'd lean against the wall next to Chunji, looking up at the fluorescent lighting of the hallway.
"All you kids take care of each other. Steeler's not strong, even if she thinks she is. I get what Wingram's goal is, but it's just not feasible for a lot of the students. If an Umbralist, of all things, is the norm? I can't see most of the kids here making it to graduation without some serious self-reflection."
The look of concern shot Chunji's way was made apparent; this was worry, first and foremost. As the doctor walked past Chunji and towards Chloe's door, he would look back one last time.
"But that's just my opinion, and I'm not out to be a hero. Us here in the clinic, we'll do our part to keep you guys from dying, but we can't keep you guys from dying, know what I mean?"
Kann would enter Chloe's room after one last look, the audible click of a lock a second after the door was closed.
Really sorry about this, I underestimated the power of a packed schedule from continuing holidays. I'll start the next round later on today. I haven't posted in a year, after all! It's been so long!
Next round later today!
Yep, winding down into the evening of March 2nd.
A happy holiday post! And happy holidays to all of y'all as well!
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