75th of Searing, 4623
Despite hiding in the shadows and blending into a crowd of faceless men and women. A desire continues to brew underneath the Draedan's skin, A dream for which the pale-skinned man born in a land of scrapes and hardship managed to spring out from the soil once caught in a wave of fire.
The waking light of day would slowly dim, Vendrak's light lulling itself into a slumber as the passage of time continued to sift through his hands. What was once a day soon became an empty void of space and darkness. Tenebrax's cloak would spread far and wide, emblazed with glimmers of hope, dreams, and echoes of memories.
These were the thoughts that Jared had as he sat on top of one of the many rooftops, peering up into the sky, questioning who he was and what he could be. Despite all of this, there were still so many questions that the thief needed to answer, which was only becoming more difficult as the questions became simpler but harder to answer. Like what does the Draedan of Saren desire? What is his purpose for being awakened? Was he supposed to herald a change, and if so, what did he believe to herald?
Playing around with one of the many lockpicks Jared kept under his sleeves, the thief took a moment to focus his divinity on the object, coating the surface with his divinity in a thin layer of purple and focusing his desires into altering the properties of the object to become translucent. As seconds passed, the once solid, reflective black surface of his lockpicks shimmered, the mirror-like reflection temporarily tarnished as the lustre and sheen faded, and the once black hue faded into nothing.
Taking a moment to stare at his work, the thief couldn't help but smile underneath his hooded visage. Despite turning many objects to have a transparent appearance, it was becoming more accessible with time and practice. Even fine-tuning how much divinity is required to achieve an optimal effect would require further training, as repetition provides more experience than another.
In that sense, the thief couldn't help but feel a slight tug at his heart and soul as his mark of control over the night, and shadows were still present but hidden behind the brilliance of his divine spark. What was even more challenging was being able to control his temper and visions as his gifts over light were running rampant over his body, and while Jared didn't experience Mageblight the same way that most mortals would feel, the intense reactions remained, quickly draining his stamina as he attempts to take control of his thoughts.
Continuing to play with his lockpicks with his divinity, a multitude of effects and alterations to the physical properties were applied, such as changing the surface from a smooth, flat surface to a coarse and bumpy texture, similar to creating a file and even manipulating the density of his lockpicks to be lighter and heavier as he pleased.
Nevertheless, there were more important aspects that Jared had to keep in mind if he wanted to live as best as he could from possible deadly encounters. One thought was to counter or minimise injuries from various attacks and environmental factors. One potential event that could happen was being caught in a burning building and how he could reduce the risk of being burned and escaping from a building that was rapidly burning itself into the ground.
Picturing the scene, the amber-eyed thief took a moment to imagine his clothing, focusing on adjusting the properties of his clothing and gear to minimise the chance of catching fire and adjust the properties of his equipment accordingly.
"Can't mimic the properties of metal since it would transfer the heat onto my skin… leather and fabric would catch fire quickly… it is possible to adjust the surface of my cloak with a layer of dampness, but I am not too sure if it would begin to evaporate and drain my reserves of divinity…"
The thief was honestly struggling with how to approach the situation since it was mostly a hypothetical situation that could happen. Taking a quick break from his thoughts, the amber-eyed thief also took a moment to refocus his efforts on practising his Lucence despite having a better grasp of the foundations of manipulating light to the degree that he could adjust the brightness at will and conjure a veil of internal light to prevent corruption from influencing his being in a physical, mental and spiritual sense.
Focusing his divinity into a ball of light, manifesting the light into a sphere, the thief in question took a moment to envision the small globe soaring out of his palm and picturing the morning as an arrow of sorts while using his body as the bow and string that is being pulled back. It was easier to envision being a tool of types that could leverage the various properties of the world and, using the manifestation of his divine abilities, which so far revolves around the aspects of multiple items, adjust the properties to an acceptable degree. Making his body an extension to a bow was slightly easier to understand.
With that out of the way, the Draedan of Saren took this moment to use the globe of light as a sort of crosshair, doing his best to ignore any potential distractions that could hinder his ability to fire a proper shot. It did help by controlling the light intensity to be that of a candle flame but by condensing the morning rays. The thief could imagine the potential damage that the Beacon could do if it were to impact a living being objects; however, it was a different story. There is so much more that the demigod thief couldn’t understand unless he was willing to experiment with all aspects of his magic and abilities. Similar to how he approached his mastery towards Nightfall and how much of that was all based on trial and error, skirting the line between life and death in his extreme way of trying to become something more.
“Alright, Jared, you can do this. Think of this ball of light as if it was a Compass of sorts; You are the vessel and the conduit that controls the actions of how your magic reacts. Your emotions, will and determination are what will give form…"
Concentrating on what the possibility could be with his globe of iridescent light. The awakened Draedan takes a moment to aim at a distant target at a weathervane, which spins slowly as the breeze dances through the night. The thief was aware that he would draw a large amount of attention, but he could at least weasel his way out of a situation if warranted. Nevertheless, as the orb begins to pulsate in the palm of his hand, the amber-eyed thief begins to pitch his right arm back as he is about to toss a ball at his target.
He was generating enough power to make the swing and velocity of his shot inflict some form of damage. The moon's unwavering light casts a shadow over the hooded thief as the trigger is pulled, and the pitching right arm springs forward, causing the ethereal bolt of divine light to arc toward a weathervane. The thief felt the world begin to turn slowly as his gaze traced the arcing light, which left a faint trail of glimmering golden dust.
From a distance, viewers of the night would simply see an arc of golden energy flying overhead before disappearing behind the cover of rooftop tiles and walls. Only when a second passed would a blast of light cascade outwards as if someone threw a dense ball of paint, which splatters a large area around the weathervane, temporarily blinding those within the immediate proximity of the weathervane.
Quickly averting his gaze for a moment, the light-born magus took a moment to gaze back at the weathervane, only to see that the object itself was partially missing, vaporised to non-existent as the metal material glowed a searing white which rapidly cooled down to a molten orange. Realising that the display of raw power and light was enough to capture many people's attention.
The amber-eyed thief quickly started his rapid descent down from the rooftops. Attempting to mask his presence as best he could. Infusing his battered leather gloves with his divinity to reinforce the flimsy material to that of durable steel, the Alistian man quickly dug his fingertips into the solid stone, acting as a makeshift climber's pick before reaching the ground with a loud thud that echoes for a moment. Wasting little time, the thief withdrew from the crime scene, adding his divinity into his cloak as the texture faded into the background, becoming transparent to onlookers as the thief disappeared into the night as some additional training had been completed. Still, more was needed if the Draedan was required to become stronger to fend for himself.
