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tampered2010-07-23 08:37 pm
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When; Friday
Rating; PG-PG-13 (but mostly TBD).
Characters; Vanyel Ashkevron and OPEN.
Summary; Vanyel is brushing his powers against the powers that control the City. What he finds disturbs him. Feel free to find him wandering about and talking to himself. He isn't paying attention to where his feet are taking him, unfortunately.
Log;
Drawing a protective barrier on the ground through the use of some stones he had gathered earlier, Vanyel placed himself at the center of his self-made "enclosure". To anyone with the ability to see magic at work, they would have seen that Vanyel was encased in what looked like a glowing dome. To his right, left and above his head, thin, delicate strands of magic were woven with a careful hand. All of this was done to make sure that he was not bothered. He couldn't risk someone stumbling where they shouldn't. He had hurt enough people back in the Collegium as it was.
And without Yfandes here...
He clamped down on that thought. His Companion could not hear his thoughts. No matter how far he "reached" with his mind, she would not answer. Therefore he had to work alone.
First things first, however. Closing his eyes and stretching out his hands before him, Vanyel searched for the magic that this land possessed. What he found was a strangely muddled node. Recoiling when he touched it, he frowned and let the magical dome dissolve into nothing.
This land is mad. Who crafted such a place?
Walking in a circle, Vanyel tried to get control of his thoughts.
Could he heal this land? Could it be healed at all?
I wish...
But wishes were not his to make. Not anymore.
Rating; PG-PG-13 (but mostly TBD).
Characters; Vanyel Ashkevron and OPEN.
Summary; Vanyel is brushing his powers against the powers that control the City. What he finds disturbs him. Feel free to find him wandering about and talking to himself. He isn't paying attention to where his feet are taking him, unfortunately.
Log;
Drawing a protective barrier on the ground through the use of some stones he had gathered earlier, Vanyel placed himself at the center of his self-made "enclosure". To anyone with the ability to see magic at work, they would have seen that Vanyel was encased in what looked like a glowing dome. To his right, left and above his head, thin, delicate strands of magic were woven with a careful hand. All of this was done to make sure that he was not bothered. He couldn't risk someone stumbling where they shouldn't. He had hurt enough people back in the Collegium as it was.
And without Yfandes here...
He clamped down on that thought. His Companion could not hear his thoughts. No matter how far he "reached" with his mind, she would not answer. Therefore he had to work alone.
First things first, however. Closing his eyes and stretching out his hands before him, Vanyel searched for the magic that this land possessed. What he found was a strangely muddled node. Recoiling when he touched it, he frowned and let the magical dome dissolve into nothing.
This land is mad. Who crafted such a place?
Walking in a circle, Vanyel tried to get control of his thoughts.
Could he heal this land? Could it be healed at all?
I wish...
But wishes were not his to make. Not anymore.