• Solo • Learning Curve (Pt. 2)

Oscar continues his work and study with Imedyte

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• Solo • Learning Curve (Pt. 2)

Postby Oscar Pyth » Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:28 pm

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It was the third day and Oscar actually felt tolerably more human than he had before. Admittedly, that was likely because he hadn’t immediately plopped into bed the previous night and had instead given himself time to be a bit active. As such cramps and aches were minimal as he stood and stretched before his table. Admittedly, those that were still there hurt like nothing else. He had arrived at perhaps the more delicate of the steps, as well as the most taxing. Actually refining the Conduit into something that wouldn’t immediately shatter upon use.

The young man took up the necklace of Imedyte and groaned as he sat down at his table, his legs burning at the thought of sitting down again. He grunted as he sat down and held the Imedyte in his hands, turning the necklace over in his hands. These steps weren’t long per say, just extremely delicate. Being that he was working with something different from Ezymite, Oscar intended to take his time during the purification of the Imedyte. He needed to take his time with this one.

As with most of these type sessions he closed his eyes and focused upon cycling his breathing. In through his nose, out through the mouth. An island. He needed an island. A mental solitude where he could focus on just one thing. The task at hand. Each breath sent cool waves of ice water over his mind, slowly washing away some of the clutter. There was none of the inner peace nonsense his Uncle went on about, however there was a slow calm that settled over him for a moment.

A moment that was interrupted by a wince, his cramps making themselves quite known. Focusing through this discomfort was difficult but he pushed himself through. Oscar reached within himself a reached for the very center of what he was. That which had been passed down to him by his Uncle, which had been passed down by his master before him and on and on. It was the Sight which made a sorcerer a sorcerer. The ability to peel back the surface of the world and look beneath at something else. Something… beautiful.

It flowed into his senses as he opened his eyes, seeming to overlap with his senses. His gaze almost looked sharper, like he was looking through the Imedyte in his hands. He could feel more; feel the magic pulsing beneath his fingers as the digits brushed over the Wells. The raw mana within was untamed, wild like a beast. The Imedyte shone like a miniature multi-colored sun in his hands, the swirl and vista of color was breathtaking. There were so many more twists and turns within the corridors of the Imedyte than Ezymite.

The Sight let him see better, understand better. This was where the true learning experience would be, mapping out what made Imedyte tick. Searching its depths and how to relieve the pressure built up within it. The young man kept his focus upon the Well in his hands entirely, his magically enhanced Sight occasionally flickering due to its relative weakness. Oscar’s Sight was hardly the finest; however as an Ensorceller he had better insight into the nature of Wells than another mage that just used them.

Mapping out the corridors and passages within the Imedyte was tricky; the hard part however was recognizing the red swirls within the multicolor vista. His trained eyes searched for the cracks in the overall design, finding that the greater power did much to obscure them and make them harder to spot. Oscar’s eyes narrowed, his jaw clenching as he concentrated on squeezing as much as he could out of his Sight.

There it was, tucked between two different pockets of mana. Difficult to spot, especially with Sight as weak as Oscar’s but not unnoticeable. The young man tapped at the Well with his finger, injecting some of his own mana into the Well to facilitate the ejection of the volatile mana pocket. A sound akin to steam escaping from a crevice in the earth was heard in his ears, his skin almost registering heat from the mana being ejected from within the well back into the air. It wafted there for a moment before joining the ambient mana around him.

Oscar’s turned the necklace over in his hands, narrowing his eyes further as he looked for the imperfections. They were hidden under the surface, not at all obvious to the naked eye. It was akin to trying to spot small fish swimming under the surface of a running river. At least that was what it felt like. Every time it felt like he saw one, the whole thing seemed to shift to obscure it and he lost it. A frustrating affair and an exercise in futility. As well as rather uncomfortable amounts of eye strain.

Through the winding passages of the Imedyte Oscar located a pocket of volatile mana and quickly injected his own to eject it before he lost sight of it again. For a moment his Sight flickered and he feared he’d lost it. However soon enough the sound of steam being released sounded in his ears and the pocket of raw mana escaped out of the Imedyte, sealing the potential leak in the Conduit. It was going well so far, however he had to be absolutely sure he got everything. As well as understood as much from this Well as he could. This was the learning experience.
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Learning Curve (Pt. 2)

Postby Oscar Pyth » Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:30 pm

Oscar made certain to take frequent breaks between his searching within the Conduit. Sitting in one place for too long was unhealthy and his legs hurt like hell from last time. They didn’t last very long naturally as he was eager to get back to mapping out the Imedyte. Just long enough to stand stretch and take a little walk around. Not much time had passed, just about twenty bits really. Normally he’d be done with Ezymite purification, just went to show how difficult Imedyte was compared to such a mineral. In fact Oscar might find Ezymite too easy after this. The thought amused him.

As he sat back down and pulled his Sight back into his senses, Oscar frowned as he noticed something he hadn’t noticed before. A sickly greenish hue seemed to pass over the red splotches whenever he thought he’d had them down. As his Sight flickered he typically then ended up losing the red. Oscar examined the pattern closely, turning the Imedyte over in his hands and watching it closely. He squinted, trying to focus his piss poor Attunement for a bit or two to see if it could follow it.

It was fascinating, truly fascinating. The mana seemed to be almost acting in concert! Almost like an entity in and of itself. Was the green merely an extension of the red then? Or was it a separate pocket of mana altogether? Oscar cursed lacking anything to take notes in. He really needed to invest in some kind of journal for his odd notes every now and again. He’d do it after all this. The library probably had some blank books he could invest in…

Oscar stood immediately. Right, screw waiting he was going out to get that book he needed it for this. Who knew what he might see? What he might forget if he didn’t write it down? The Acolyte was not normally a note taking man, but in the case of ensorcellment he was willing to make an exception. He grabbed his robes and set them over his shoulders haphazardly before getting his boots on and walking out the door.

The young man was quick to find his way to the Andaris bookstore. He didn’t bother with haggling over the utensils needed, paying out about 8 gold nel for a blank journal, inkwell and pen. With this done Oscar all but ran back inside his house, slamming the door shut behind him as he returned to the table. He cracked open the leather bound book and lifted his newly acquired quill, dipping it in ink before recording his findings. His handwriting was terrible as ever, light and spidery and unlikely anything most anyone else could read legibly.

-Observations of Imedyte show strange fluctuations of mana. Green hues appear to be masking red ones. Possible symbiosis? Maybe an extension of the red? Armor? Bloody Sight, vague as ever.

-Layers of mana appear overlap, need to ‘peel’ back the outer layers to observe the core. Sight too poor currently. Inquire after Uncle Varus later.

-Pockets of stabilizing mana more sparsed out, perhaps a flaw in the Magnetization step?

The man drew a rather crude little diagram of the mana around a poorly drawn parallel to the necklace beneath the notes. He drew lines to each observable shade of mana before setting his pen down and moving the book aside to take up the necklace once again. The young man had ink staining his fingers but at the moment he barely noticed, caught up as he was in the heat of the moment. He was learning something every trill and he wasn’t about to stop now. He tossed some bangs from his face and took a few calming breaths, focusing on pulling his Sight back into his eyes.

There was the green again. Oscar injected his mana into the green and willed it to be expelled from the Well. As the hissing of steam filled his ears the young man watched it start to fade away from the swirl of color. More interestingly was as the green faded away; the red splotches also seemed to fade with them. This meant the two shades were indeed connected. In fact Oscar could bet that the red ones he had removed earlier were back. Interesting. So the red was more of a false flag, the green was the true weakness in the overall design? He took up his pen and scratched through his first note and made another note between it and the second.

-Green hues are the actual weakness in the Imedyte, red are the byproducts of the green. Expel the green ones first.

The young man set the quill down again and nodded to himself, his task suddenly looking a lot more doable even with his limited sight.
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Learning Curve (Pt. 2)

Postby Oscar Pyth » Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:31 pm

Oscar continued like this for a fair bit as he purified the Imedyte, occasionally pausing to take notes as well as to stand and stretch. He winced as he legs burned from the rather horrible cramps his earlier efforts had rewarded him with. As he worked it seemed like he was beginning to understand this type of Well. Slowly but surely he started to familiarize himself with the patterns apparent.

As he expelled the last of the greenish hue’s a clearer tone started to sound in his ear, almost bearing a tone like a bell. It wasn’t quite clear, which meant there were further imperfections to work out. The tone was different from Ezymite. Ezymite sounded like a small little bell, Imedyte sounded louder and larger. It felt strangely brittle however, possibly something to do with his being unused to working it. Imedyte was valued for being durable typically, so it feeling more fragile at the moment was strange.

Oscar squinted, focusing his Sight as far as he could, which wasn’t much really. It was there that he saw it. Just below the surface. A rather violent swirl of black. It seemed to be disrupting the mana around it, agitating it. A weakness in the overall design. With care Oscar injected his mana into the black spot to attempt to facilitate the removal. However he was surprised when it didn’t immediately start being ejected. Instead it seemed to break apart into three more pockets of mana and started shifting around on the surface.

Oscar grit his teeth and started working on them, turning the necklace over in his hands. As he worked he could feel his limbs start to feel heavier and heavier. Sweat was beading upon his brow as exhaustion started to creep in, his breaths getting heavier. The young man kept at it however, his magically enhanced sight searching for the black spots. This time when he attempted to remove them they were ejected with ease.

After a few more bits Oscar heard a clear tone emanate from within the Conduit. It was purified and the flow of mana within it appeared to be much more orderly than it had been before. There were no more chaotic swirls. It all looked almost clean to Oscar; however it was still formless and lacked much in the way of direction. The final step had not yet been enacted upon the Imedyte to make it a proper Conduit. The potential was there now, he just had to give it the direction it needed.

…Well he would in a few breaks. The young man slumped back in his chair, exhaustion washing over him in full. The refinement process had taken about a break to complete. Four times as long as working Ezymite. Still in that break Oscar felt like he’d come to understand more of what was within the Imedyte. It would surely help him when he was to create his own Conduit out of the substance. After making a note regarding the black spot Oscar shut down his Sight and stood, stretching up. A few breaks and he’d finish this.
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Learning Curve (Pt. 2)

Postby Oscar Pyth » Wed Jun 29, 2016 5:31 pm

Oscar picked up the necklace again after having gotten a nice bite to eat and held it in both of his hands. Right, this was the time to finish the whole thing. It had been a long road but this was where it was to end. The young man closed his eyes and started cycling his breathing once again to clear his mind. He would need full concentration for this. No thought could afford to be out of place. Not at this stage in the process.

As he cycled his breathing, drawing breath in through his nose and out through his mouth, Oscar also started to draw mana out of the Conduit and let mana flow into the Conduit at the same time. The goal here was to simulate the things most Conduits needed to perform in order to function. Both how to draw mana into them, as well as how to expel it on command. In the latter case that generally meant a spell was being cycled through the Conduit in question and pushed out into the physical world.

The young man frowned as he continued the process. It was like trying to cycle mud through pipes, slow and ponderous. Even with him acting as the circuit the mana was rather difficult to work as opposed to the malleable Ezymite. It almost needed to be forced along here. Was there something clogging up the flow? Oscar drew upon the power of his Sight once again, gazing upon the flow of mana occurring.

The streams of mana flowed through the current as directed, that much he could see. However if there was indeed something making this harder than it needed to be then Oscar couldn’t detect it with his level of ability. He bit his lower lip, scanning the flow of mana for a while longer and searching for any imperfections he might have missed. Nothing he could make out, everything looked absolutely clear. So why then was it difficult to get a decent current flowing along through the Conduit?

Oscar let his Sight flicker out and instead gritted his teeth, focusing on trying to get the flow moving to the point where it could be used to facilitate a spell being used through it. It was much slower going than this step usually was. Bits passed him by as he tried to reach that perfect equilibrium necessary to allow for magic to occur. His abilities as an ensorceller were being tested in his ability to keep the flow consistence, forcing the flow to keep going by sheer willpower alone.

The Seeker felt the point was reached and quickly held the necklace out in his hand. He pointed it towards his bed and the rather wrinkled and tossed around blanket upon it. He kept to his breathing exercises as he pulled from his own internal reserves of mana. He found that tapestry that composed his very being as a sorcerer and tugged upon it, unraveling it and forcing it into the Conduit. With this mana he also included the idea of unrelenting force, fraying at the very bonds of gravity upon the world.

Almost immediately the magic sprang forth from the Conduit, drinking from Oscar’s offered mana. He felt a rush course through his veins, euphoria washing over his mind as power was pushed through the Conduit in his hands. A pure wave of force was forced out from the Conduit, immediately tossing the blanket from atop the bed. There was no warning of wind or anything like that; it simply hit abruptly with little warning, Gravitation not exactly being the most subtle of magics.

Oscar let out a low groan under his breath as the pleasure of the casting washed over him. Gravitation drank a good bit of mana from a person but Oscar could feel the desire to cast more within him, welling up in his breast as his heart fluttered. Images of untold power flashed through his mind, forests ripped asunder by the power he could possess. The young man gritted his teeth and set the necklace down. No. He controlled his magic. He was no slave to it like others might be.

He looked down at the fruits of his labor and grinned. He’d actually managed to work Imedyte. He felt gratified as he sat back down, his legs protesting but at the moment his good mood managed to make him forget the discomfort. His eyes flicked to the ring. That was the next task. He’d made the necklace for the Seekers. The ring however, that was to be his. That said however, as eager as he was to make a new Conduit for himself, he knew his limits and right now he was at them. Best to give this a few Trials before attempting.
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Learning Curve (Pt. 2)

Postby Malcolm » Wed Aug 03, 2016 6:04 pm

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Knowledge:
Basic
Detection: Using senses other than sight
Assessment: What makes a good conduit
Drawing: Using an inkwell and pen
Specialised
Meditation: Breathing techniques for concentration
Arcana: Manipulating mana
Arcana: Direction flow of mana
Loot: N/A
Injuries: N/A
Fame: N/A

Story: 4/5
Collaboration: 0/5
Structure: 5/5

Comment: A little grindy, understandable on the old system, would love to see him get outside and make some trouble! Was really impressed by the writing quality, I hope you return to continue writing here! Feel like I missed out on a good RP buddy.
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