Here is what I envisioned the viamesse troopers to be like
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I am going to bump this because I think it deserves much more attention than it is getting.
@Omni5876@TheMerlin I assume so, though wouldn't that also depend on one's own use of magic or ki? Or one's progress throughout the story?
Thinking in more realistic terms, athletes would push themselves to get better, soldiers as well. I don't see how mages or knights would be any different in this regard.
I was thinking the exact same thing. True there are some even IRL who are more apt or gifted for something but that does not mean one can not try. I am assuming the great mage was just more deeply connected to the world.
I think Arn is just good with elemental magic because he understand the science behind it and utilizes the Aether as the catalyst for such a reaction. I am assuming that the weather magicians do the same. Arn would never be able to summon up a storm but he knows enough to create wind and water.
Thanks for the discussion, this sort of world building satisfies my nerdish musings
I am following the whole being a conductor and if you use it too far that it will cause damage. I was thinking more of the lines of what happed to Arn at the beginning and keeps on happening when he uses magic too much. which is he damaged himself due to lack of control and exertion. I feel that if the magic is too powerful or if you have reached the limit of what your body can handle then you cause physical damage.
fire=burns
Ice=frost bite
telekinesis= concussion damage
so sort of like what you are saying. I feel like some sort of spiritual exhaustion should also be in order. After all, you are utilizing your connection to Gia. That could be the first warning, Second could be gradually increasing pain and finally physical damage. This would follow the same for Ki users I think because though enhanced, their bodies are still just flesh and blood.
Also, I am assuming mages could increase the amount of spells cast or the spell power over time? How would that work? Also, could they learn new spells? I am assuming the Big Bad ass mage that destroyed the world was not always that powerful or the power that you are born with is that it?
fire=burns
Ice=frost bite
telekinesis= concussion damage
so sort of like what you are saying. I feel like some sort of spiritual exhaustion should also be in order. After all, you are utilizing your connection to Gia. That could be the first warning, Second could be gradually increasing pain and finally physical damage. This would follow the same for Ki users I think because though enhanced, their bodies are still just flesh and blood.
Also, I am assuming mages could increase the amount of spells cast or the spell power over time? How would that work? Also, could they learn new spells? I am assuming the Big Bad ass mage that destroyed the world was not always that powerful or the power that you are born with is that it?
The hunter nodded at Dallen. The man’s face held a distant look as if trying desperately for their interaction to distract him from the scene being played out within the hall. Arn could not compare that look to any he had seen in the faces of animals. They would search high and low to select the most perfect place for them. Of course animals would avoid their dens if something deadly had occupied it but to a wild beast, their den was their sanctuary. The hunter turned towards yet another bout of muffle yells.
I guess to him, the two women are vicious animals occupying his den. Arn thought, feeling apologetic to the man.
The second passed, however. Arn was used to being alone and followed his own code that meant he was more at one with nature and being alone than having to deal with the drama of humans. He cleared his throat and got down to business. He undid his makeshift sled and carefully placed his goods just inside the door with the jars full of Walrus blubber on the bottom and the furs stacked on top.
He turned to Dallen and said in a gruff voice. “I will return the morning of the trade day.” As if that explained everything in his mind he did not wait for a reply from the man and headed out.
He planned to staying close to the village. It would not do to stray so far if he wanted to come back in time. He had a particular place in mind. It was a clearing that had many white and yellow flowers. Small animals tended to gather there and the larger ones liked to graze.
If he had known more of herbs and plants he would know that the field was a great place to gather yarrow and nettle. He walked a bit quicker towards the edge of town heading in the direction of the clearing. He had great hearing and would definitely hear any person in trouble from predator that might be heading to the same spot.
I guess to him, the two women are vicious animals occupying his den. Arn thought, feeling apologetic to the man.
The second passed, however. Arn was used to being alone and followed his own code that meant he was more at one with nature and being alone than having to deal with the drama of humans. He cleared his throat and got down to business. He undid his makeshift sled and carefully placed his goods just inside the door with the jars full of Walrus blubber on the bottom and the furs stacked on top.
He turned to Dallen and said in a gruff voice. “I will return the morning of the trade day.” As if that explained everything in his mind he did not wait for a reply from the man and headed out.
He planned to staying close to the village. It would not do to stray so far if he wanted to come back in time. He had a particular place in mind. It was a clearing that had many white and yellow flowers. Small animals tended to gather there and the larger ones liked to graze.
If he had known more of herbs and plants he would know that the field was a great place to gather yarrow and nettle. He walked a bit quicker towards the edge of town heading in the direction of the clearing. He had great hearing and would definitely hear any person in trouble from predator that might be heading to the same spot.
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The battlemage was close to the goal. A path of burn bodies littered the deck behind him. The smoking remains filled the air with a horrible stench of burnt flesh and hair. Some bodies even sported small fires still burning feeding off the natural grease that was a human body.
Arn’s breathing came in controlled gasps. He was feeling the effects of his slow loss of blood and the prolonged use of magic. He was living up to his nick name and leaving death and carnage in his wake. However, he was no demon. As all mortals, he had limitations and he was close to his. He cursed under his breath. He could see the rudder about 30 yards away from him. However, between him and the rudder was a group of soldiers armed with he could only guess were machine guns.
The rate of fire was too fast and sustained for him to overcome. If he had backup, he could use the distraction to blast them off the ship but as it was, he was now pinned behind a pillar that was more than likely used to moor the ship to shore. Every time he tried to come out and advance a hail of machine fire would pin him in again. He was not sure how much longer the pillar let alone he would last.
He was running out of time and not just from the bleeding and his own exhaustion. The mage knew that a common tactic would be to pin him down while the others in the group flanked him. He was thankful that it seemed they did not have any grenades or other such thrown projectiles.
A jerk was felt as the frigate suddenly shifted. The mage wondered if the Knight Captain had finished his portion and would soon turn the rudder into the desired position. Arn cursed and was weighing the options of chancing a hit when he noticed a figure, familiar in their gait, coming towards him.
Was his tired and blood speckled eyes deceiving him? It appeared like before him materialized the Spider, a wound marring the face that many a girl would consider handsome and was no doubt the object of affection and romantic fantasy.
Arn raised a hand to him from his hiding spot trying to warn him of the danger of staying out in the open in the area between the rear cabins of the ship and the bollard he was hiding behind. “Quick take cover! Contact at 12 o'cl…!”
A barrage of machine gun fire drowned out the rest of the message as the group spotted the new target. After all, neither Belasian wore the monotone, dark uniforms of the Viemiesse which gave them a hive look. One could not distinguish from one soldier to the next. This was perhaps to play psychological games with enemies.
The battlemage was close to the goal. A path of burn bodies littered the deck behind him. The smoking remains filled the air with a horrible stench of burnt flesh and hair. Some bodies even sported small fires still burning feeding off the natural grease that was a human body.
Arn’s breathing came in controlled gasps. He was feeling the effects of his slow loss of blood and the prolonged use of magic. He was living up to his nick name and leaving death and carnage in his wake. However, he was no demon. As all mortals, he had limitations and he was close to his. He cursed under his breath. He could see the rudder about 30 yards away from him. However, between him and the rudder was a group of soldiers armed with he could only guess were machine guns.
The rate of fire was too fast and sustained for him to overcome. If he had backup, he could use the distraction to blast them off the ship but as it was, he was now pinned behind a pillar that was more than likely used to moor the ship to shore. Every time he tried to come out and advance a hail of machine fire would pin him in again. He was not sure how much longer the pillar let alone he would last.
He was running out of time and not just from the bleeding and his own exhaustion. The mage knew that a common tactic would be to pin him down while the others in the group flanked him. He was thankful that it seemed they did not have any grenades or other such thrown projectiles.
A jerk was felt as the frigate suddenly shifted. The mage wondered if the Knight Captain had finished his portion and would soon turn the rudder into the desired position. Arn cursed and was weighing the options of chancing a hit when he noticed a figure, familiar in their gait, coming towards him.
Was his tired and blood speckled eyes deceiving him? It appeared like before him materialized the Spider, a wound marring the face that many a girl would consider handsome and was no doubt the object of affection and romantic fantasy.
Arn raised a hand to him from his hiding spot trying to warn him of the danger of staying out in the open in the area between the rear cabins of the ship and the bollard he was hiding behind. “Quick take cover! Contact at 12 o'cl…!”
A barrage of machine gun fire drowned out the rest of the message as the group spotted the new target. After all, neither Belasian wore the monotone, dark uniforms of the Viemiesse which gave them a hive look. One could not distinguish from one soldier to the next. This was perhaps to play psychological games with enemies.
first off.... @deia876lat cat fight! lol
second, am I to assume that mages dont really run out of mana as they are basically drawing from Gia? but I would assume that using mortal bodies to control the Aether would cause exhaustion and perhaps even injuries as you are channeling forces?
second, am I to assume that mages dont really run out of mana as they are basically drawing from Gia? but I would assume that using mortal bodies to control the Aether would cause exhaustion and perhaps even injuries as you are channeling forces?
Fer was getting up as soon as he had landed. He pushed his right leg back which brought him to a half kneeling position with the weight of the shield in the left leg firmly planted on the ground. Answering Auriel's command, he pushed forward and upward hard using his arms and leg strength to overpower the hopefully out of balance sword-wielding bandit. His Scutum shield would provide a wall between him and the attacker and be used as a solid leverage. The aim was to force the bandit to bait the bandit into pushing forward.
He called one last time for his shield to change. "Morph Shield-Round shield!"
The shield answered his command and a flash of green later a shield similar to those used by the Spartan warriors of his Earth. He spun to the left and then using the flat edge of his shield, he aimed at the base of of the neck where the brain connects tot he neck. A solid hit would cause serious damage to the bandit at the most and would make him loose his footing and fall flat on his stomach at the feet of the winged soldiers at the least.
The young shield hero swung with all his might hoping to connect and finish off the bandit.
He called one last time for his shield to change. "Morph Shield-Round shield!"
The shield answered his command and a flash of green later a shield similar to those used by the Spartan warriors of his Earth. He spun to the left and then using the flat edge of his shield, he aimed at the base of of the neck where the brain connects tot he neck. A solid hit would cause serious damage to the bandit at the most and would make him loose his footing and fall flat on his stomach at the feet of the winged soldiers at the least.
The young shield hero swung with all his might hoping to connect and finish off the bandit.
We will I figured I'd give everyone a chance to test out what they want to do combat speaking.
lol not much I can do until I get new shields (crying face)
The Knight Captain and The Spider eagerly jumped into the fray. It did not surprise the battlemage much as soldiers either learn to love battle or abhor it all together. He felt a certain welling up in his own being. Many would claim that the young mage was cold and lacking in emotion. What few knew was that he was more akin to a volcano. His feelings often remained repressed in fears of losing his cool and blowing up into the version that had given him his nick name. Yet, every time before a battle, something woke up in his soul.
Perhaps it was the expectation of death. Perhaps it was the voices of all those who had perished and which now inhabited the invisible threads of the Aether. Whatever the reason, these emotions were his way of connecting with Gia and drawing from her power. The young mage took a deep breath and steadied himself. There would be time enough to unleash the spirits.
Arn neared the airship’s door and looking at the drop master who merely stared at him back, he jumped. The wind filled his ears and he closed his eyes against the force of the air. He spread his arms and legs to guide his descent. He was a small red speck in the vastness of the twilight sky. He was just a small life force in the vast broken word of Ith. He maneuvered his descent with small alteration. He was a veteran and had made plenty of such jumps.
His squad was named the Shooting Stars and not just because of the high mortality rate. Hey always jumped behind enemy lines. Some wore one time use jetpacks. A few others such as himself, were skilled enough to utilize magic to facilitate their descent.
Once he evaluated he was close enough he concentrated. His eyes began to shine as he tapped into his connection to the world to the spirits. He used his will to excite the threads near him. Pushing them from their tranquil slumber. The manifestation of such an action was the creation of a force of wind he directed downward. Immediately, he felt the lift like those of jet engines. His rate of descent slowed considerably until it was comparable to someone using a parachute.
Enemy soldiers on the deck soon became aware of him and started to fire in his direction but it was too late. He was already inside the big gun’s range so only small arms could hurt him. A few nicked him with superficial wounds. He gritted his teeth. Allowed the pain to course through him igniting his reservoir of magic. He sported many such wounds from many missions.
The battlemage used this merely as fuel. It could have been the wind in his ears or the adrenaline pumping in his veins but he always seemed to hear voices of the spirts that flowed in the Aether strings. Just before he landed he tapped into those emotions, emotions he had kept pent up. Arn felt his heart burn and the flow of magic course through is veins. As if to answer this reaction, the Aether ignited just as he touched the metal deck and with a roar, he ignited the air around him into a burst of explosive flames. Any men and equipment near him were quickly engulfed in hellish tongues of fire
.
The expending ball travelled just a bit farther thanks to the wind generated by the air cushion the battlemage had generated to slow his fall. These were tried and true tactics meant to confuse and alarm. Next, the battlemage manipulated the Aether and wrapping his arms around the threads, generated jets of flame the cleared a path in front of him of anyone foolish enough to bet out of cover.
Once this initial shock and awe evolution caused its necessary havoc, Arn moved to actual clearing and elimination. Using duck and move tactics he sprayed the defending soldiers with blasts of powerful air that was enough to cause concussion damage and break bones or crush skulls. He slowly made his way towards his goal.
He had landed amidships on the port side of the frigate that had been their goal. There was chaos all over. No doubt the blades of the knights were eating hungrily. He hoped that such a disarray would draw enough people away from him. His tactis were to engage the enemy and keep them ocopied so that soldiers would come and clean up. This time however, soldiers would not come. He needed enough time to lock the rudder into place.
Arn was not one to overestimate or oversell his skills. Despite the initial success, it was getting harder to progress. The Viemiesse were very well trained. Despite what he thoughtaQ 1`, they were capable warriors. He hoped that he would be able to reach the rudder and lock it in place before he or the two knights were dispatched. He was bleeding in multiple places but nothing too serious. He made a quick inventory of his wounds and decided that the med pack he always wore on the belt that supported his Daisho and decided the bleeding was not profusely enough to require bandaging.
He gritted his teeth and pushed forward.
Perhaps it was the expectation of death. Perhaps it was the voices of all those who had perished and which now inhabited the invisible threads of the Aether. Whatever the reason, these emotions were his way of connecting with Gia and drawing from her power. The young mage took a deep breath and steadied himself. There would be time enough to unleash the spirits.
Arn neared the airship’s door and looking at the drop master who merely stared at him back, he jumped. The wind filled his ears and he closed his eyes against the force of the air. He spread his arms and legs to guide his descent. He was a small red speck in the vastness of the twilight sky. He was just a small life force in the vast broken word of Ith. He maneuvered his descent with small alteration. He was a veteran and had made plenty of such jumps.
His squad was named the Shooting Stars and not just because of the high mortality rate. Hey always jumped behind enemy lines. Some wore one time use jetpacks. A few others such as himself, were skilled enough to utilize magic to facilitate their descent.
Once he evaluated he was close enough he concentrated. His eyes began to shine as he tapped into his connection to the world to the spirits. He used his will to excite the threads near him. Pushing them from their tranquil slumber. The manifestation of such an action was the creation of a force of wind he directed downward. Immediately, he felt the lift like those of jet engines. His rate of descent slowed considerably until it was comparable to someone using a parachute.
Enemy soldiers on the deck soon became aware of him and started to fire in his direction but it was too late. He was already inside the big gun’s range so only small arms could hurt him. A few nicked him with superficial wounds. He gritted his teeth. Allowed the pain to course through him igniting his reservoir of magic. He sported many such wounds from many missions.
The battlemage used this merely as fuel. It could have been the wind in his ears or the adrenaline pumping in his veins but he always seemed to hear voices of the spirts that flowed in the Aether strings. Just before he landed he tapped into those emotions, emotions he had kept pent up. Arn felt his heart burn and the flow of magic course through is veins. As if to answer this reaction, the Aether ignited just as he touched the metal deck and with a roar, he ignited the air around him into a burst of explosive flames. Any men and equipment near him were quickly engulfed in hellish tongues of fire
.
The expending ball travelled just a bit farther thanks to the wind generated by the air cushion the battlemage had generated to slow his fall. These were tried and true tactics meant to confuse and alarm. Next, the battlemage manipulated the Aether and wrapping his arms around the threads, generated jets of flame the cleared a path in front of him of anyone foolish enough to bet out of cover.
Once this initial shock and awe evolution caused its necessary havoc, Arn moved to actual clearing and elimination. Using duck and move tactics he sprayed the defending soldiers with blasts of powerful air that was enough to cause concussion damage and break bones or crush skulls. He slowly made his way towards his goal.
He had landed amidships on the port side of the frigate that had been their goal. There was chaos all over. No doubt the blades of the knights were eating hungrily. He hoped that such a disarray would draw enough people away from him. His tactis were to engage the enemy and keep them ocopied so that soldiers would come and clean up. This time however, soldiers would not come. He needed enough time to lock the rudder into place.
Arn was not one to overestimate or oversell his skills. Despite the initial success, it was getting harder to progress. The Viemiesse were very well trained. Despite what he thoughtaQ 1`, they were capable warriors. He hoped that he would be able to reach the rudder and lock it in place before he or the two knights were dispatched. He was bleeding in multiple places but nothing too serious. He made a quick inventory of his wounds and decided that the med pack he always wore on the belt that supported his Daisho and decided the bleeding was not profusely enough to require bandaging.
He gritted his teeth and pushed forward.
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