28th Trial of Cylus, 718th Arc
Al’Angyryl Caverns, Marrow’s Lab
Neronin had discovered a subtle shift in himself concerning one of his sparks. It had been perhaps his most chaotic element of magic. The Rupturing spark. Neronin had meant to Blink across the lab space to unlock one of his Gaunts to use in an experiment when he felt it. He began to think of his old home which burned down. In the instance of trying to craft a Blink portal, his thoughts of home shifted the ether. He created, for a moment, a much stronger portal that seemed to pinch the distance between himself and the old home he left behind into the space of inches.
For a fleeting moment Neronin had looked out over the dark burnt logs, now a home for a small pack of stray dogs. Then the portal crashed closed with a wild thunderbolt and Neronin felt his heart racing. It had been a different form of the magic. He had the spark for arcs now and he was just discovering a new form of the power. rupturing had been the most foreign of magics for the necromancer. Gavrel had seen fit to initiate him to allow for more speedy recovery of corpses, but Neronin had never had the affinity for it that he had for necromancy. That was probably why the necrotic spark had become so strong within him.
So, in great Neronin tradition, he decided to conduct a few semi-dangerous experiments to expand his understanding. Neronin had hurried to craft a Marrow from the bones in the corner, a test subject. The thing stood next to him, eternally ready for whatever task its master gave it. The benefit of the undead, a lack of hesitancy. It was a perk of the dark craft that none but the necromancer really understood. The complete and total control of the undead under your preview.
Neronin slid into his chair and pulled out his quill from the inkwell. He began to write.
Found a new portal type today. Possibly another branch of rupturing as yet seen- Neronin paused. He hadn’t really received much instruction from Gavrel in the art. It had mostly been his own exploration after the season or so of lessons in Blinking. Truth be told, in the years since he hadn’t really built on those lessons much.
-by me. Neronin finished the sentence.
He stood again, setting the quill back in the inkwell eagerly. A small rivulet of ink leaked down the side and stained the table. Neronin did not care, he was too eager to make them attempt. Neronin had once before attempted to cast the Blink spell through a Linked Marrow. It hadn’t gone well. Now the mage would attempt to send a Marrow through another, as of yet unidentified, type of portal and hope for the best. That had been a larger portion of his success than Neronin cared to admit.
There was a crackling friction about the subtly changed Rupturing energy, as if it had a certain force to it that his other rupturing portals hadn’t had. It was as if the newer ether had a certain strength that made it harder to control, or else court more to maintain. He felt it ripping through him and sending his adrenaline rushing. He knew there was danger, it was inherent in unknown ether manipulation. Neronin decided that sending a thrall through the new portal would be suitable enough precaution.
Al’Angyryl Caverns, Marrow’s Lab
Neronin had discovered a subtle shift in himself concerning one of his sparks. It had been perhaps his most chaotic element of magic. The Rupturing spark. Neronin had meant to Blink across the lab space to unlock one of his Gaunts to use in an experiment when he felt it. He began to think of his old home which burned down. In the instance of trying to craft a Blink portal, his thoughts of home shifted the ether. He created, for a moment, a much stronger portal that seemed to pinch the distance between himself and the old home he left behind into the space of inches.
For a fleeting moment Neronin had looked out over the dark burnt logs, now a home for a small pack of stray dogs. Then the portal crashed closed with a wild thunderbolt and Neronin felt his heart racing. It had been a different form of the magic. He had the spark for arcs now and he was just discovering a new form of the power. rupturing had been the most foreign of magics for the necromancer. Gavrel had seen fit to initiate him to allow for more speedy recovery of corpses, but Neronin had never had the affinity for it that he had for necromancy. That was probably why the necrotic spark had become so strong within him.
So, in great Neronin tradition, he decided to conduct a few semi-dangerous experiments to expand his understanding. Neronin had hurried to craft a Marrow from the bones in the corner, a test subject. The thing stood next to him, eternally ready for whatever task its master gave it. The benefit of the undead, a lack of hesitancy. It was a perk of the dark craft that none but the necromancer really understood. The complete and total control of the undead under your preview.
Neronin slid into his chair and pulled out his quill from the inkwell. He began to write.
Found a new portal type today. Possibly another branch of rupturing as yet seen- Neronin paused. He hadn’t really received much instruction from Gavrel in the art. It had mostly been his own exploration after the season or so of lessons in Blinking. Truth be told, in the years since he hadn’t really built on those lessons much.
-by me. Neronin finished the sentence.
He stood again, setting the quill back in the inkwell eagerly. A small rivulet of ink leaked down the side and stained the table. Neronin did not care, he was too eager to make them attempt. Neronin had once before attempted to cast the Blink spell through a Linked Marrow. It hadn’t gone well. Now the mage would attempt to send a Marrow through another, as of yet unidentified, type of portal and hope for the best. That had been a larger portion of his success than Neronin cared to admit.
There was a crackling friction about the subtly changed Rupturing energy, as if it had a certain force to it that his other rupturing portals hadn’t had. It was as if the newer ether had a certain strength that made it harder to control, or else court more to maintain. He felt it ripping through him and sending his adrenaline rushing. He knew there was danger, it was inherent in unknown ether manipulation. Neronin decided that sending a thrall through the new portal would be suitable enough precaution.
