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Post by Glyph on Mar 28, 2017 19:03:09 GMT
Nauren coughed as he walked into the forest from his portal, blowing a bit of smoke as he looked down and sighed. He was still having problems with creating a stable portal and his clothing and hair showed this problem clearly as he looked like he was covered in ash and smoke was rising from places on his cloak that had been caught in the instability of his portal. He was lucky it was just his cloak and the fact that it had not caught one of his limbs in the twisted confines of his portals. He was ok though and looked around, seeing the light filter in through the leaves and branches above, sure that he had arrived in the right place though the question was how close he was to any cities. That didn't bother him though, considering he could simply set up a portal after he rested for a short bit and go back to his home once he was rested up from transporting himself to the location. His eyes dropped to the bag he with him before looking around and finding a good place for him to sit down on a larger stone where he could sit and listen to the forest. Why was he here in the Great Eastern Forest? It was for two reasons, the first is to create a secure spot for his portals to be stabilized to and allow him more reach over the continent, creating a structure that would create a far more stable portal and control its connection for longer times, and in addition to this researching and taking a set of ruins nearby for his own where he can work from in this area. He did prefer his home, the space he created in between worlds and where he was safe away from the threats that were about in the different worlds and planes he moved to but it always helped to have bases set up where he could rest and study the regions of this world without having to waste energy going back and forth between his home and here. He yawned as he sat there and pulled out the second reason for his being here, a small case in his hands now to which he opened and let the top reveal an instrument that was nearly the length of his arm. His hands gingerly took it up and he smiled as he looked at the wooden creation, happy to see it once more and considering it his greatest acquisition while traveling around the worlds he had. His hand moved to take up the bow of the instrument and rest the wooden creation in the space between his chin and shoulder. With a few quick movements he let out a breath and began playing a few tunes. The use of the instrument was to allow his body to relax, its form still covered in what looked like ash while his dark emerald eyes closed. In this state, he would more easily recover his magic and be able to escape should something go wrong, as in his current state he was unsure if another portal would remain stable long enough for him to escape home.
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Post by Harrier Wren on Mar 30, 2017 18:47:01 GMT
GlyphThe aiudarin paths ranked among the great secrets of the elves. Like most secrets, however, this one had a shelf life. The secret's mortal span had more or less ended when an elven access stone fell into the hands of one Harrier Wren, master necromancer. Who had then proceeded to get herself thoroughly lost. The aiudarin paths, in theory, were a pocket plane that took the form of gray and bland tunnels connecting random locations and Elven strongholds. The plane comprised a web of such tunnels, all unmarked and oddly unmarkable. Three days she'd been in here, and she'd already licked the crumbs from her food-wrappers and wrung the last drops from her waterskin. The few doors she'd found refused to open to her, or put her in entirely unsuitable places. Last time she'd tried a door, she'd found herself on a sheer cliff face, overlooking a pearlescent sea from a lethal height. Another door had dropped her in the nest of spiders as big as Ashdeller mammoths. By the aid of her ring's scout-spirit, she'd found another door in the tunnel-web. This one had a strangeness about it, almost a translucence, as if the boundaries between the real world and the aiudarin paths had grown thin here. She caught a scent of magic. Maybe something portal-related had been done near the corresponding location in the real world; that might explain it. Gritting her teeth, she began a complex working to understand and open the passage. In the meantime, she rubbed her ring and a wisp of smoke flickered under the door. The ghost, Mathquil, returned almost at once. As he whispered, her eyes went wide. She left her opening-spell to its own slow devices and began hammering her fist on the stone door. Glyph might hear that sound, and her shouts for attention, coming from inside a nearby boulder on a hillside.
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Post by Glyph on Mar 30, 2017 19:19:54 GMT
Edric's ear picked up a small tapping sound, distant but there and his eyes blinked as his hand stopped. Even without the sound of his violin he could barely hear the sound and it took him atleast two minutes to even figure out what direction it was coming from. Carefully he placed the violin down and stood, eyes staring in the direction it came from and slowly approaching the hillside. It was coming from here, that much was certain and he started looking over the face of the hillside until finally he focused on a boulder, pressing his ear closer and hearing a faint shout. He bit into his cheek, staring at the boulder and trying to figure out he could move it or get rid of it. He was not strong enough to split the boulder like he had seen people do in his travels, and nor did he have the tools he had seen other worlds use, not that he would understand how they worked. His own books barely told him about things like this but he needed to break down the stone if he was to figure out who or what was shouting from the other side. He didn't have any of the dwarven explosives either, hearing that such things can crack mountains, though he doubted that. He did have an idea though, moving and trying to get up the hillside enough to see the top of the stone. He knew a small bit about explosive runes, and for a boulder this size he would be able to do something if he placed them in points that would hopefully split or atleast cause the boulder to fall towards his direction. It would mean he would need to get the runes into the boulder though so that he could direct their power considering his weaker abilities with them. This meant that he would need to burrow holes into the stone somehow which was where his portals came in. First he started with a hole in the top of the stone but angled towards the hillside. This was a hole he would keep uncovered as he began to etch symbols on the surface of the stone, creating a circle which he fed and it burrowed into the stone, creating a while no wider than the limb of a tree. His hand took the tool he used to etch more symbols on the inside of the hole now but those would act as a field to contain the blast and direct it. To even create the blast he would need something foreign that he could put the runes on that would actually explode. As such he needed small stones and it took him another handful of minutes before he could complete this considering he needed ones that would fit the hole and help create the blast he needed. He had no idea if this would even work as he finished the work on the top of the stone and droppped down to start on the bottom where he could simply place the runes on the boulder itself. If he could take out a large enough chunk of the boulder, he could get it to roll towards the decline of the hill, but with the fact of the hill being barely that steep he worried if this was possible in the first place. His hands tapped the tool against his leg, forgetting to even inform who ever was on the other side of his actions and it didn't hit him until he was about to shrug it off and attempt the plan. Of course as he almost spoke the words the shouts reminded him of the fact someone was behind the boulder. It was possible he had put too much force on the stone or in the wrong places, at which case he might end up with the blast hitting this person or the stone breaking and a part of it squashing the person like a bug... neither being things he would like to happen so he tried to speak up while he stood there making sure everything was in place. "Hey, whoever is behind the stone, back up now." He tried to shout this as loud as he could, but even then he was not a loud person. If he could he would have created a small portal but he did not know how far the stone reached, how wide the place was, what kind of creature this was, or where they were standing... meaning he might open a portal right in their midsection and wipe out all their organs or atleast twist them up worse than roots of a thousand year old tree. Harrier Wren
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Post by Harrier Wren on Apr 2, 2017 12:01:27 GMT
GlyphThe spirit bound to her ring didn't know much about magic, all things considered, but between his frequent reports and her own sense of the working at play, she got the gist. By the time Glyph's warning percolated through the stone and the door of the aiudarin path, Harrier stood ten metres down the gray tunnel behind a serious Foard-trained defensive ward. Portal magic was nothing to mess with lightly. "Go ahead!" she yelled back. "Ah, crap, maybe he can't hear me. Mathquil, go whisper in his ear." The misty shade slipped through the door and the rock, and came to hover beside Glyph. <<My mistress tells you that she is prepared for you to complete your sorcery, friend,>> it said in a voice more felt than heard.
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Post by Glyph on Apr 18, 2017 9:03:48 GMT
Harrier WrenGlyph waited as he was unsure whether she had heard him or not, his hands on the surface of the runes he had placed on the stone. The runes should be strong enough to loosen and split the stone, though he was unsure what to do should this fail. Something struck him though as he waited, the feeling of something being off before the appearance of the spirit. Glyph had seen spirits enough to simply accept what he saw, those being a constant for him in some places he had traveled to while being foreign to other places. His smile grew with the being's words though, stepping back once more and looking for a place to take cover incase this went wrong, and he was putting himself in danger. He found a small stone barrier he could use to take cover behind before letting out his breath and closing his eyes. Reaching out he seized the lines of mana still connecting him to the runes, and with a quick movement he erased two of them, and in an instant, the runes rocked the area around him with a burst of energy. Dust and Stone clouded the area as he coughed, shards scrapping off the stone he hid behind and leaving lines on] its surface. There was still one more strand, which Glyph took in his hand. He waited for a few moments more before yanking and destroying that connection too, the burrowed rune inside the surface of the stone activated. Another concussive wave shot out sending pieces towards the area around it but this one split the stone down the middle and after a second of nothing, it fell from its place in two. The doorway was clear now, as Glyph rested against the stone and tried to recover a bit of his magic considering that had been difficult for him to pull off. He didn't want to move with how stiff his body felt but knew the person on the inside would probably want to have a chat concerning what just happened. Or he could be lucky and avoid such, but it was far more likely for the former to occur.
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Post by Harrier Wren on May 20, 2017 22:51:57 GMT
Mindboggling noise reverberated in the extradimensional tunnel. For several minutes after she stumbled into the open air, Harriet's ears rang too loud for conversation. She nodded her thanks to Glyph and flopped down indecorously on the grassy slope.
"Thanks for that," she said at last. "Harrier Wren. These are called aiudarin paths - secret Elven dimensional tunnels. Walk a day, come out a week away - if you know where you're going. Clearly I didn't."
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