Heralds of Obeah/Spellcasting

Roleplay from Vahanian Blint

Message sent to Message sent to all nobles of Obia'Syela Roleplay from Vahanian Blint Vahanian could feel the magic emanating from the scroll case tucked under his cloak. It made his arm, and tattoo tingle. He walked through the halls of the White Citadel until he came to the stair that led to the rooftop gardens. He wound his way through the carefully tended paths and found the outcrop of the garden where he'd tried his hand at spell-casting once before. He was entirely alone, save for his chief advisor, Baldwin, who stood back and said nothing. He was a little more familiar with the process this time around, having witnessed the Oracle handle more magic than he though possible and still demand more. He lit the braziers with the torch, discarding it in the fourth brazier and readied himself. He removed his thick cloak and placed the scroll case in front of him. He studied it, mentally picking it up and examining it in his mind. He wanted to do this right, the people of Grehk needed this. He remembered Rania starting to sing, and he remembered her voice guided his own to the right resonance. He tried that again, only it didn't feel right, didn't feel the same. He was about to proceed anyway when something deep within his mind stopped him. He needed to focus. He drew his sword and sat down, taking a whetstone and running it along the blade in a careful and methodical manner. The sound of the stone on the steel was oddly calming to him, the sound it made resonated with him, he began to try to match the tone with his own humming. When he felt he was hitting the right resonance with both whetstone and humming he closed his eyes, and reached out with his mind, his will, and his spirit. He could feel himself reach out towards the scroll, and was suddenly thrown about in the tumultuous storm of sounds and resonances, it was too much, to messy. He couldn't find the order to it. He relaxed, and let go. Retreating, in his mind, back to the whetstone and his humming. He just relaxed, waiting, for the right resonance to come. He decided to take the scroll from it's case, but not unfurl it just yet. Looking at the magic infused parchment he was filled with memories, emotions, and pain. It made him think of Stheno. His heartbeat quickened and he could feel his face redden with anger and sadness. He didn't fight the emotion. He let it in, but slowly, methodically, and carefully. In his mind, he placed each emotion in his place. The ferocity of his anger, the pain of his sadness, the rawness of his regret. He gripped the hilt of his sword tighter until his knuckles went white, and he hummed. Then it hit him all at once, the power of the magic swarmed to his call, but not as sound. As color. He saw the hues of red, and pink, and orange, and undertones of blue. He stood and grabbed the scroll with his left hand and holding onto his sword with his right. He began reciting the enchantment, each word sparked a different color in his mind, Orange, pink, red, blue, red, red, red, pink, blue, blue, blue, blue, blue, orange, pink, pink, orange, orange, blue, blue and finally. White. He pierced the scroll with his blade as he recited the last enchantment and it burst into flames. He slammed it to the stones he stood upon and held it there. Concentrating on the emotions and the colors that flooded his mind. Willing them into and through his body. His tattoo burned, his vision went white as he became the focal point for the magic that swirled around him. He released that energy directing out and up and over his beloved city, he choked out a sob as the last of the energy released from his body and he gasped for air. The scroll sputtered out, charred and expended, and Vahanian was filled with a sense of failure. He grew weary, and felt totally drained. He needed food, and he needed sleep. As he stood, sheathed his sword and started the trek back to his chambers, he wandered through the halls of the White Citadel. He needed to think before he rested. As he wandered he passed a number of servant chambers and storerooms. Normally quite, he rapidly became convinced that his spell of ecstasy had taken effect, and was working rather well, based on the moans of pleasure and well, ecstasy that were being emitted from within the Citadel. He would later learn that 689 children would be sired as a result of his spellwork.

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Vahanian Blint