Aldym slowed, looking around slightly,
"Kerensk's creation?"
He slowled almost to a halt, what he was thinking of was certainly a risk, but his aged guide seemed genuinely worried. The Dortman decided to take the risk. He slowed his breathing and cleared his mind, sinking within himself again until he found the cold shard of ice that he had drawn his power from before - but then it had been in a time of real stress. The test would be if he could use it now. He brought into his mind the dead mage's books, the books that still lay in his chest back at the University. He realised he had already centered - just as he had every time he had looked inside himself for that heart of ice. So now to ground himself, he felt his own power, let it run freely through his viens and touch with the outside, ready to flee into the snowstorm should he will it. What was the last step? Ah yes - shielding. He pondered for a moment how to do this, then he just began to think defensivly, and slowly, but ever more surely, he incased himself in a second skin of ice - a skin that he was sure mortal eyes would be unable to see. Next....next was the spellweaving.
He twisted reality, as he thought it best described, trying to expand his sense to the ice and snow around him. Searching, searching for anything around him he could find, searching with the senses of the snow itself. If this worked, it would be a triumph, if it didn't...he didn't even want to entertain thoughts of what the consequences might be.
The Eternal Palace: First Face ~Aldym Zorastryl
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At first it didn't feel that it was working. Nothing changed, Aldym didn't sense anything different. Then, there was flood of information in his head, it felt like it would split his head wide open, as he couldn't handle the amount of incoming sensations and it was only a marker wide area. He felt them standing on the snow, the wind blowing and shifting tiny particles on it's path. He saw the towering creature from a dozen different angles and it appeared as magnificent and terrifying from all of them.
Yet, Aldym found it difficult to let go, because of something else he felt. It could only be described as magic, raw power. Everywhere. In the grains of snow, in the land beneath it, even the wind carried a taint of it. This place pulsated magic, it was as natural here as water in the ocean or clouds in the sky.
Yet, Aldym found it difficult to let go, because of something else he felt. It could only be described as magic, raw power. Everywhere. In the grains of snow, in the land beneath it, even the wind carried a taint of it. This place pulsated magic, it was as natural here as water in the ocean or clouds in the sky.
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Aldym gritted his teeth, determined to hold on to his enhanced magical senses. He took a moment to marvel at the huge warring monsters, but then dragged himself back to the task at hand - searching frantically for a third creature. Kerensk's creation, whoever or whatever Kerensk was. As he searched he observed the saturation of magic here - perhaps that was making his accessing the power within him that much easier. With a sudden thought, he took a look at his elderly guide through his new senses.
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Aldym couldn't expand his field, there was simply too much information. Too many sights, too many sensations for his mind to filter. Even know a headache had appeared, growing worse each moment. Of another creation, no sign, although there was little knowledge of what to seek for. The man, his guide, was like everything on this island, bathed in magic.
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Aldym shrank his sense again, sharply breaking his connection ot the magic around him. He scowled and shook his head,
"I can see those two things clear as day from up there, but Kerensk's creation must be too far away."
Aldym was annoyed - he didn't like failing at something, even when he had expected to. He looked to his aged guide,
"So, we continue then?"
"I can see those two things clear as day from up there, but Kerensk's creation must be too far away."
Aldym was annoyed - he didn't like failing at something, even when he had expected to. He looked to his aged guide,
"So, we continue then?"
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"Don't know what you expect seeing, son, but it's out there. Kerensk always is a cunning one." With hesitation, the old man started again the path. He moved much slower this time, constantly looking around him with a frightened look in his eyes. They approached the huge burning man, the very power of it's existance almost radiating off it, mixing with that of the coiled thing around it. In a way to Aldym, even being near them was like staring to the sun.
Now, they were only about a third of a marker away, there was a huge groan in the air and at first, Aldym only saw the burning figure lift it's arms. The gigantic piece of ice crashed to the ground a pace away of them only a breath later.
Now, they were only about a third of a marker away, there was a huge groan in the air and at first, Aldym only saw the burning figure lift it's arms. The gigantic piece of ice crashed to the ground a pace away of them only a breath later.
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Aldym narrowed his eyes slightly, weathering the feeling of being so close to the magic of the two towering constructs with the same determination that had dragged him out of the freezing ocean a day before. However, it took his concentration away from the icy landscape around him and his first knowledge of the huge block of ice was when it crashed into the ground nearby. He took a step back, hand reflexivly reaching for his sword as he half-turned to his guide,
"I take it this is where we run?"
"I take it this is where we run?"
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The man didn't even look at Aldym when he reached out and grabbed Aldym by the collar.
"No, this is where we don't move." The block of ice started to melt instantly, water dripping on the ground. Then, it started to shift shape, a long neck suddenly pushing out of it's side. A head formed at the end of the neck, like that of a snake, even a forked tongue appearing out it's mouth. A few breaths later the piece of ice had turned in to a giant snake, ten paces long. Induvidual scales covered it, each glittering even in this darkness.
Slowly the huge icy snake started to slither forward, towards where it had flown. The burning figure had it's hand towards the hills, and although it was far from the two them, the sudden gust of wind carried air so hot from there that Aldym found himself sweating uncontrollably. Then the earth shook.
"Now is the time we run."
"No, this is where we don't move." The block of ice started to melt instantly, water dripping on the ground. Then, it started to shift shape, a long neck suddenly pushing out of it's side. A head formed at the end of the neck, like that of a snake, even a forked tongue appearing out it's mouth. A few breaths later the piece of ice had turned in to a giant snake, ten paces long. Induvidual scales covered it, each glittering even in this darkness.
Slowly the huge icy snake started to slither forward, towards where it had flown. The burning figure had it's hand towards the hills, and although it was far from the two them, the sudden gust of wind carried air so hot from there that Aldym found himself sweating uncontrollably. Then the earth shook.
"Now is the time we run."
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Aldym nodded silently and took off after his guide, not looking back and concentrating utterly on keeping up the pace without loosing his footing on the treacherous ground. He was beginning to get a tad impatient - hopefully however finding Lisandra would now be a simple matter of fighting off the selkies his guide had mentioned on the beach - between himself, the strange old man and Whitey, Aldym didn't see that as much of an issue.
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The ground shook, it was difficult to find ones footing, but somehow Aldym managed to push onwards. From the corner of his eyes, he saw roots shoot up from the ground and wrap around the burning giant. Pieces of rock crashed to the snow, as a grotesque shape, a fusion of rock and vegetation, started to pull itself out of the ground.
"Don't stop. No matter what, don't stop." The old man's voice could barely be heard, as he ran ahead, slowing from time to time so that Aldym would not lose sight of him. The sounds of battle behind them increased tenfold, fierce and terrifying enough to fill a grown man with fear.
Slowly, the sounds grew farther and farther away, but they never disappeared and the old man kept a good pace. They wandered through a forest made of dead black trees towering higher than most buildings Aldym had seen, a valley where each step he took sank in to the oozing blood red ground and hills, which were covered in miniature craters that constantly poured out thick black smoke.
Finally the man slowed down, as they started to walk down a hill. The blizzard had never disappeared, but as they approached, it did seem to lessen. A beach slowly opened up before them, a field of slaughter littered with corpses of the selkies. The hulking figure Whitey was in the middle of it, it's fur patched with both red and black blood. It rose it's head to watch the two of them approach, then lowered it again to feast on the huge carcass in front of it.
At the edge of the beach a strange pedestal rose from the ground half a pace up, with circular stairs leading up by it's side. On it, a smaller pedestal rose straight up, to the level of Aldym's chest, on it a small bowl filled with water. However, it was not the strangest thing visible on the beach.
A half a marker from the coastline, a palace rose from the ocean, looking from here almost as great as the whole Citadel. Spires rose to the skies, almost defying nature. Windows could be seen, but glimpses light differed in color each time seen. Although it extended across almost the whole horizon, the central structure in the middle of it was easily the largest of the whole palace, glittering even in the blizzard.
"There's your destination, boy. The next step is yours."
"Don't stop. No matter what, don't stop." The old man's voice could barely be heard, as he ran ahead, slowing from time to time so that Aldym would not lose sight of him. The sounds of battle behind them increased tenfold, fierce and terrifying enough to fill a grown man with fear.
Slowly, the sounds grew farther and farther away, but they never disappeared and the old man kept a good pace. They wandered through a forest made of dead black trees towering higher than most buildings Aldym had seen, a valley where each step he took sank in to the oozing blood red ground and hills, which were covered in miniature craters that constantly poured out thick black smoke.
Finally the man slowed down, as they started to walk down a hill. The blizzard had never disappeared, but as they approached, it did seem to lessen. A beach slowly opened up before them, a field of slaughter littered with corpses of the selkies. The hulking figure Whitey was in the middle of it, it's fur patched with both red and black blood. It rose it's head to watch the two of them approach, then lowered it again to feast on the huge carcass in front of it.
At the edge of the beach a strange pedestal rose from the ground half a pace up, with circular stairs leading up by it's side. On it, a smaller pedestal rose straight up, to the level of Aldym's chest, on it a small bowl filled with water. However, it was not the strangest thing visible on the beach.
A half a marker from the coastline, a palace rose from the ocean, looking from here almost as great as the whole Citadel. Spires rose to the skies, almost defying nature. Windows could be seen, but glimpses light differed in color each time seen. Although it extended across almost the whole horizon, the central structure in the middle of it was easily the largest of the whole palace, glittering even in the blizzard.
"There's your destination, boy. The next step is yours."
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Aldym faced the old man, reaching out and placing his hand on his guide's shoulder,
"Thank you, old one. I wish you all the best my friend."
He turned and walk towards the plinth, raising a hand in farewell to Whitey as he passed him, then climbing the steps. At the top he looked out at the towering palace then, resting both hands wearily on the rim of the bowl, looked into the water it contained.
"Thank you, old one. I wish you all the best my friend."
He turned and walk towards the plinth, raising a hand in farewell to Whitey as he passed him, then climbing the steps. At the top he looked out at the towering palace then, resting both hands wearily on the rim of the bowl, looked into the water it contained.
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The Eternal Palace.
It rose like a glistening spire, sitting on the coastline, the deathly cold waters of the Ocean battering against the cliff side upon which it sat. The centre Tower spiralled up above all the others, and as such was evidently the heart of the Palace, made of pristine white marble, veins of silver running through it, glittering like diamonds in the cold, harsh light. Even through the thickly falling snow, its icy radiance could not be concealed. Its cold majesty was awe inspiring, humbling and yet a tremor of unease passed through all that dared to look upon the Eternal Palace.
Lisandra. Archmagess of the First Kingdom. In a world where those of her power were thought to have vanished or died long ago, she was one of a very few left, but as the world forget her and her kind, so to had she forgot about the world. Like the Old Man had said, there were those, like Aldym, that searched for power, and there were those like Lisandra that were power incarnate.
If Winter had a Mistress, she would be it, with a heart as cold as the harshest of winters and as hard as black ice, the Ice Maiden, Queen of Cold, Lady of Winter…. Her names ran long and several tongues, some of which were no longer spoken on Tazlure. Such was her infamous standing, the knowledge she held would be unfathomable, as would be her magic. Oh how many Wizards would give their lives to simple bask in the power she had accumulated. And how many would regret their wish after seeing what a terrible beauty she was.
Aldym had arrived in the Palace.
No guards lined the walls, no servants ran between the buildings and streets that surrounded the central tower, a silence rested over the Palace, disturbed only by the moaning wind and crashing waves. Frost and ice covered everything, snow blanketing the world around Aldym. Though he could not feel the cold, its effects were taking their toll on him, his skin the faintest shade of blue, his legs would stumble every so often having turned numb, fingers would not flex without effort, and his breathing was becoming very shallow.
But still, he arrived.
Standing at the top of a flight of stairs that ascended to the Tower, known as Winter’s Heart, stood its Mistress…. Lisandra, Ice Sorceress Supreme.
She wore a dress robe of simple white satin, unadorned, no wards of symbols of magic, for one such as she needed no meagre protections. Her hair was as white as her dress, and her skin so pale it almost matched. It was the Lady’s eyes that were so arresting, a blue so fierce and bright, unwavering, always watching, full of wisdom, of power, of might…. So ancient. Unlike her appearance. She appeared as a maid in her late twenty’s, un-ravaged by the passing ages.
As though she had frozen time.
Men, even the most stout hearted of Knights could not look upon that face and remain standing. Such beauty commanded respect and obedience. None that looked upon the Witch of Snow and Ice dared question her orders. Luckily, there had few that had looked upon her, for many would have surely died.
“ You come, Aldym Zorastryl, to learn power. “, it was not a question. Her voice rang as cold as her heart and appearance. She spoke from full lips tinged every so slightly with a blue hue. “ Why should you be allowed to learn power? “
OOC: We’ll quickly wrapped up this thread so we can start on another on the correct time Synch, it will be too confusing to try and fudge everything that is to happen.
It rose like a glistening spire, sitting on the coastline, the deathly cold waters of the Ocean battering against the cliff side upon which it sat. The centre Tower spiralled up above all the others, and as such was evidently the heart of the Palace, made of pristine white marble, veins of silver running through it, glittering like diamonds in the cold, harsh light. Even through the thickly falling snow, its icy radiance could not be concealed. Its cold majesty was awe inspiring, humbling and yet a tremor of unease passed through all that dared to look upon the Eternal Palace.
Lisandra. Archmagess of the First Kingdom. In a world where those of her power were thought to have vanished or died long ago, she was one of a very few left, but as the world forget her and her kind, so to had she forgot about the world. Like the Old Man had said, there were those, like Aldym, that searched for power, and there were those like Lisandra that were power incarnate.
If Winter had a Mistress, she would be it, with a heart as cold as the harshest of winters and as hard as black ice, the Ice Maiden, Queen of Cold, Lady of Winter…. Her names ran long and several tongues, some of which were no longer spoken on Tazlure. Such was her infamous standing, the knowledge she held would be unfathomable, as would be her magic. Oh how many Wizards would give their lives to simple bask in the power she had accumulated. And how many would regret their wish after seeing what a terrible beauty she was.
Aldym had arrived in the Palace.
No guards lined the walls, no servants ran between the buildings and streets that surrounded the central tower, a silence rested over the Palace, disturbed only by the moaning wind and crashing waves. Frost and ice covered everything, snow blanketing the world around Aldym. Though he could not feel the cold, its effects were taking their toll on him, his skin the faintest shade of blue, his legs would stumble every so often having turned numb, fingers would not flex without effort, and his breathing was becoming very shallow.
But still, he arrived.
Standing at the top of a flight of stairs that ascended to the Tower, known as Winter’s Heart, stood its Mistress…. Lisandra, Ice Sorceress Supreme.
She wore a dress robe of simple white satin, unadorned, no wards of symbols of magic, for one such as she needed no meagre protections. Her hair was as white as her dress, and her skin so pale it almost matched. It was the Lady’s eyes that were so arresting, a blue so fierce and bright, unwavering, always watching, full of wisdom, of power, of might…. So ancient. Unlike her appearance. She appeared as a maid in her late twenty’s, un-ravaged by the passing ages.
As though she had frozen time.
Men, even the most stout hearted of Knights could not look upon that face and remain standing. Such beauty commanded respect and obedience. None that looked upon the Witch of Snow and Ice dared question her orders. Luckily, there had few that had looked upon her, for many would have surely died.
“ You come, Aldym Zorastryl, to learn power. “, it was not a question. Her voice rang as cold as her heart and appearance. She spoke from full lips tinged every so slightly with a blue hue. “ Why should you be allowed to learn power? “
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Aldym exerted what remained of his normally indomitable will to open his frozen jaw, still refusing to give up - not this close to his goal,
"Because....."
A hacking cough broke the sorcerer's reply as his throat objected to him trying to speak,
"Because many wish for power that they might use it. Because I wish for power that I might become it. Because I am not ruled by the darkness I use, because I can stand before such as you. Because some day I will be such as you."
He staggered slightly, but somehow managed to steady himself and carry on though the darkness encroaching on the edges of his vision,
"Because I have named the Dragon in the prescence of the Shadow. And I name you now - Lion Queen."
He raised up his head to lock his eyes with hers, exerting every ounce of strength he could muster to stay awake for her response.
"Because....."
A hacking cough broke the sorcerer's reply as his throat objected to him trying to speak,
"Because many wish for power that they might use it. Because I wish for power that I might become it. Because I am not ruled by the darkness I use, because I can stand before such as you. Because some day I will be such as you."
He staggered slightly, but somehow managed to steady himself and carry on though the darkness encroaching on the edges of his vision,
"Because I have named the Dragon in the prescence of the Shadow. And I name you now - Lion Queen."
He raised up his head to lock his eyes with hers, exerting every ounce of strength he could muster to stay awake for her response.
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She met that gaze, unwavering.
She had nothing to fear from this lowly mortal, yet he surprised her, he peaked her interest..... there had been none capable of doing such in countless centuries.
Then, Lisandra laughed.
Yet this was no laughter of joy or mirth, it seemed to be one of triumph. It rang through the air, it chilled Aldym's very soul even more so that it was already. " You interest me, Aldym Zorastryl. And I name you. Be careful though what you name me as, for I have many names and only one true name. ", then all signs of expression vanished, leaving once more the Ice Maiden.
" You come seeking to become power. A wise decision, for those that do not become the power are either controlled, or consumed by it. Normal mortals do not know what power actually is, and those that taste it..... few possess the will to seize it fully. ", she took a step down the stairs, slowly, methodically, her eyes always watching Aldym, " The training is unbearable. The tasks are beyond comprehension. The pain is that of darkest depths of the Netherworld and the heightest reaches of the stars. You will be driven mad, you will be given understanding. Whole new applications of energy and life and death can be yours...... The Faces do not accept weakness. I do not accept it. You seem to have the strength, I can see you, your mind and soul are open to my eyes. "
She searched him, almost probing with her mind and magic. " Stand tall, Aldym Zorastryl. What I have to start teaching will go beyond the magicks of sorcery and darkness. Limitations are no longer. "
Lisandra gestured for him to come forward and walk up the steps.
" Training begins on the morrow. You will be given room and board here for now until I am done with you. Do you have any questions? "
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She had nothing to fear from this lowly mortal, yet he surprised her, he peaked her interest..... there had been none capable of doing such in countless centuries.
Then, Lisandra laughed.
Yet this was no laughter of joy or mirth, it seemed to be one of triumph. It rang through the air, it chilled Aldym's very soul even more so that it was already. " You interest me, Aldym Zorastryl. And I name you. Be careful though what you name me as, for I have many names and only one true name. ", then all signs of expression vanished, leaving once more the Ice Maiden.
" You come seeking to become power. A wise decision, for those that do not become the power are either controlled, or consumed by it. Normal mortals do not know what power actually is, and those that taste it..... few possess the will to seize it fully. ", she took a step down the stairs, slowly, methodically, her eyes always watching Aldym, " The training is unbearable. The tasks are beyond comprehension. The pain is that of darkest depths of the Netherworld and the heightest reaches of the stars. You will be driven mad, you will be given understanding. Whole new applications of energy and life and death can be yours...... The Faces do not accept weakness. I do not accept it. You seem to have the strength, I can see you, your mind and soul are open to my eyes. "
She searched him, almost probing with her mind and magic. " Stand tall, Aldym Zorastryl. What I have to start teaching will go beyond the magicks of sorcery and darkness. Limitations are no longer. "
Lisandra gestured for him to come forward and walk up the steps.
" Training begins on the morrow. You will be given room and board here for now until I am done with you. Do you have any questions? "
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Aldym looked at the queen through frost-rimmed eyes and forced his aching throat into action again,
"I have no questions."
The sorcerer slipped into a kind of daze, not knowing what lead him to his quarters, or what corridors they travelled down in that palace of ice and snow. He remembered eating, but not the food and drinking, but not what he drank. Then he rememebered lying down and slipping into blessed sleep, muscles still aching form the torturous frost.
"I have no questions."
The sorcerer slipped into a kind of daze, not knowing what lead him to his quarters, or what corridors they travelled down in that palace of ice and snow. He remembered eating, but not the food and drinking, but not what he drank. Then he rememebered lying down and slipping into blessed sleep, muscles still aching form the torturous frost.
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Time stamp, Samheen 27th
Aldym had been resident at the Eternal Palace for five days now, five days in which he had seen some wondrous sights, both dark and beautiful. Lisandra's power... there was no way in which to describe it, aside from absolute. She started with teaching Aldym the finer points of control, drilling him in the basics of grounding, meditation, centering, the common factors that had to be mastered for all sorceries.
The Great Sorceress was hard. Hard as ice, colder at heart than even the deadliest winters. Was this was happened to all those that attained such greatness? Such infinite power.... yet there had to be a limit, least such people whom were once mortals strive to challenge the Gods themselves. Oh, Lisandra had her weakness, it was just cleverly hidden from all.
" Again, Aldym. Ground yourself, seek out the power of the aether, see the energy around you in whatever way it represents itself to you. Focus, concentrate. Picture something, one thing, in your mind, use that to aid you. Clear all other thoughts and images from your mind. We will do this again and again until you perfect it as best you can for now. "
Aldym had been resident at the Eternal Palace for five days now, five days in which he had seen some wondrous sights, both dark and beautiful. Lisandra's power... there was no way in which to describe it, aside from absolute. She started with teaching Aldym the finer points of control, drilling him in the basics of grounding, meditation, centering, the common factors that had to be mastered for all sorceries.
The Great Sorceress was hard. Hard as ice, colder at heart than even the deadliest winters. Was this was happened to all those that attained such greatness? Such infinite power.... yet there had to be a limit, least such people whom were once mortals strive to challenge the Gods themselves. Oh, Lisandra had her weakness, it was just cleverly hidden from all.
" Again, Aldym. Ground yourself, seek out the power of the aether, see the energy around you in whatever way it represents itself to you. Focus, concentrate. Picture something, one thing, in your mind, use that to aid you. Clear all other thoughts and images from your mind. We will do this again and again until you perfect it as best you can for now. "
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In the days since Aldym had been resident at the Eternal Palace, his eyes had been opened. Lisandra taught him magic, as he had already discovered it as he sank beneath the freezing sea that even now crashed against the base of the tower in which he sat, the art of reaching within himself, grasping his emotions - especially those dark and primal impulses shunned by modern humanity; shunned in spite, or perhaps because, of the vastly greater amount of power they offered to those who looked within for their magic. She taught him magic, also, as he supposed the scurrying mortals of the University had done it - reaching not within, but without - to grasp the invisible strands of fate and power that hummed so strongly in this place, like the strings of a harp as some unknown and ancient player recited an terrible, unknowable stanza. The place was steeped, soaked, saturated in raw, uncontrolled, wild magic of the oldest order - as primal and uncaring as the dark core of power the frozen sea had shown him within himself. The fledgeling mage - for he knew not what else to call himself - felt deep, terrible, horrible understanding groping through his mind. Lisandra was opening his eyes, and they saw the light of a terrible, ancient truth - he saw, at least in part, how creatures such as Lisandra might exist, and saw in the glare of reality just how unimaginably powerful she was - so far beyond the grasp of mortal men that she may as well be a god or one of the mightiest daemons of the Nether.
His inhuman mentor spoke again, leading him to grasp those humming, virbrant strands as if she were coaching a toddler to walk. He reached out into the Aether, searching, hunting for the power he needed. In this place it was not hard to find - a pure sliver of translucent ice that chilled his soul as his mind touched it. He could have twisted it to his will there and then, but that would be naught but folly here - to open himself to fully to the battering powers that brought this place to terrible life in the eyes of those with the Sight. He brought the strand to him, held it close and tight - the humming was growing more intense as he removed the strand from it's proper place and silencing it's part of the song, producing discord as the note was missed. He felt the space around him - the gaps between the strings, and drew it to himself, and invisible skin of frost that he layered around himself - armour against the wild magic that raged in this place. Then, that done, he twisted the strand to his will - careful not to dip into his own inner reserves, no matter how tempting - that would come later, before he could combine his powers he knew he must first become the master of each on it's own. He twisted the strand, moulding it - changing the song that was played by that omniscient harp, introducing his own notes to the pattern - and he watched, waiting for the twisting shard of ice he wished to conjure to form in front of his eyes, to see it in the flesh-and-blood world as he could through his third eye.
His inhuman mentor spoke again, leading him to grasp those humming, virbrant strands as if she were coaching a toddler to walk. He reached out into the Aether, searching, hunting for the power he needed. In this place it was not hard to find - a pure sliver of translucent ice that chilled his soul as his mind touched it. He could have twisted it to his will there and then, but that would be naught but folly here - to open himself to fully to the battering powers that brought this place to terrible life in the eyes of those with the Sight. He brought the strand to him, held it close and tight - the humming was growing more intense as he removed the strand from it's proper place and silencing it's part of the song, producing discord as the note was missed. He felt the space around him - the gaps between the strings, and drew it to himself, and invisible skin of frost that he layered around himself - armour against the wild magic that raged in this place. Then, that done, he twisted the strand to his will - careful not to dip into his own inner reserves, no matter how tempting - that would come later, before he could combine his powers he knew he must first become the master of each on it's own. He twisted the strand, moulding it - changing the song that was played by that omniscient harp, introducing his own notes to the pattern - and he watched, waiting for the twisting shard of ice he wished to conjure to form in front of his eyes, to see it in the flesh-and-blood world as he could through his third eye.
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Reaching for the energy had proved.... easy enough, though already sweat beaded the young man's forehead despite the severe coldness of the Palace and the room he was in. Shaping the energy, now, that was proving more difficult, especailly considering the type of energy Aldym sought to manipulate.
Once he had been told the ice energy was slow moving, hard to shape and bend to ones' own will, yet it made for strong and lasting spells. It would require more force on his part, more will power. Despite this, Aldym would see the faint glimmered of frost forming before him, the beginnings of the simple shard he desired to create.
Lisandra watched all of this with cool indifferece, " More concentration, Aldym. Ice is unrelenting, it does not like to be forced into something. ", the energy itself was slow, it took a great amount of strength simply to pull the energies needed together. He was getting there though, a further push and he would succeed.
Once he had been told the ice energy was slow moving, hard to shape and bend to ones' own will, yet it made for strong and lasting spells. It would require more force on his part, more will power. Despite this, Aldym would see the faint glimmered of frost forming before him, the beginnings of the simple shard he desired to create.
Lisandra watched all of this with cool indifferece, " More concentration, Aldym. Ice is unrelenting, it does not like to be forced into something. ", the energy itself was slow, it took a great amount of strength simply to pull the energies needed together. He was getting there though, a further push and he would succeed.