Fires in Full Bloom Ⅰ
Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2020 5:20 am
☠ 1st of Frost, Year 120, Final Solstice ☠
Company: Cullen | Thoughts: Such an Interesting Magic| Mood: Intrigued
Company: Cullen | Thoughts: Such an Interesting Magic| Mood: Intrigued
☠ The cold kiss of the Frost air danced across my skin as I practiced. The sound of trees aflame, the crackling of the shrivenflame singing before going out after a few moments. It seemed to me that at this level the flames didn't persist but for so long after being spawned.
Even in the cold of the season, it could not stop my thirst to perfect the one thing that would allow me to kill dranoch. This day was no different and the forest was my sanctuary to learn. It seemed to me right now, I was limited in the amount of fire I could create or how long it lasted. I wanted to become better, for the sake of the innocent lives unaware of the scourge within the shadows, I had to become better.
I was becoming comfortable with the flame, being able to feel the warmth of the beacon as I practiced. Feeling the pull of the beacon I began to pool shrivenflame into my palms, closing my eyes and seeing an image of a spear and when I opened my eyes there was a spear of shrivenflame into my palm.
I see it only took the imagining of a spear in order for the flames to take shape, raising it behind my head, and launching it at a nearby tree. Immediately the tree caught aflame, and I watched as the tree was engulfed but didn't burn. That was interesting to me, this flame was truly unnatural.
It was unique, to say the least, and I wanted to get better at launching them, as the technique was strenuous at first. My thoughts were interrupted by Cullen's sneeze, as the poor guy accompanied me out today into the forest to watch my back so to speak, but I enjoyed his company nonetheless.
"Are you not cold sir?" he asked, looking around as he tried to keep his hands warm. "Not as much as you would think, but I still feel the cold a bit." I spoke, conjuring another spear of fire.
I was not impressed by what I had come to the conclusion with what I had been practicing so far, now creating another spear, but this time in both hands. I decided the best course of action right now was to hone my magical & physical skills against inanimate targets as I didnt want anyone to get hurt due to friendly fire. I was more than ready to release this pent up energy I was holding on from not knowing where Stephan was.
My last interaction with my initiator left me rather concerned, not knowing where he was or if he was ok. Even knights needed someone to check up on them. My aether pooling, I continued to pelt trees with these flaming lances, coating each tree in shrivenflame. This was the easiest way I could unleash the anxiety of not knowing if he was ok. I decided to put that into my training, using the forest as a field of practice dummies.
Rushing forward I forced the flaming lances into my hands and sent them at the trees. Adding a bit of flair, I flicked my wrist and sent more bolts of flame through the sea of trees working on my speed of creation of the spear and how fast I could fire them off. Looking at the results of the first run, I was not satisfied, either some missing or not hitting the spot I intended it to hit. After inspecting my results, I took a break for a moment, allowing the cool breeze blowing through to cool the warmth of my body.
Once I was rested, I decided to use the next spell in my arsenal of the magic. Moving to where Cullen sat, he handed me Manslayer, and in my hands, it was engulfed in sparks of the crackling fire. As if hearing music play I began to perfect this move, remembering this technique to be known as enkindling. I made haste not to let my emotions get ahead of myself and hinder me in the training department.
My enflamed blade drawn, I leaped through the cold air into the sea of trees. With my talent in blades as it was, I delivered well-placed cut through the trees as I ran across a straight path. The legion of trees soon began to slide and fall, knowing this was one of ebon knight's staple spells, one I was starting to like using. Finding himself in the mists of targets his mind began to play tricks on him. The inanimate trees began to morph and look like the man in red, Bathory Dranoch from Brandt.
I knew this was nothing but a stressed induced illusion of my mind, but panicked for a split second. With a deep breath to calm my nerves, I sprinted forward again, diving into the trees head-on. With a lunge, I rotated my body weight in order to cause myself to spin. With Manslayer gripped tightly in my hands, I became a spinning flaming death blade, carving through the bark of any tree caught like wet paper, finding that this shrivenflame allowed things to be sliced with ease.
Repeating the process I charged head-on into the ocean of trees, slicing and hacking them down as I saw fit, making each slash precise and carefully executed as I could. During all of this, I found my mental state was becoming......chaotic. The frustration and anger coupled with these stressed induced hallucinations had me in a maelstrom of emotion. To add to this, Bathory was clearer now, still a whisp but a clear wisp in my eyes, but one that could be seen for sure.
I did my best to ignore the visage and focused on the task at hand. I came barreling through the sea the trees slicing each one that I came across. Smirking I was content, but my smile faded into shock when the illusions persisted. The trees mutated into distorted figures of the Bathory man, the man that was the reason for my training as is. This sent me over the mental edge, unfortunately, causing me to go bursting into a rage.
For Cullen who was trailing behind me, it was like watching a rabid beast tear through a flock of sheep. My movements and elegance of the slashes became barbaric and all over the place. I couldnt help it, all I could see is the one person responsible for turning my life upside down that fateful night. Drowning in the frenzy of emotions I collapsed from exhaustion. My reserves were spent, physically, mentally, and magically.
"Sir are you alright!?" he asked, rushing to my side. I was panting, shaking from the mania of what I was experiencing. I knew my mental state could get problematic, but this was too much. I couldnt believe I lost control like I did, unable to hear Cullen's inquiries of my condition.
My eyes erratically looked around, the pounding of my heart within my chest, I was going into a panic. I found myself spiraling a bit, finally coming to face the reality that maybe, just maybe I was not cut out for this life. But then again, I gave my word to too many people to back down now.
Cullen's voice finally reached me, and I snapped myself out of the torrent of my psyche. "Y.....yes Cullen I.....I am fine, thank you." I responded, finally finding my voice. With his help, Cullen brought me back into the clearing, and I rested. I was somewhat ashamed to have lost control in front of him like that.
"We should return back to the hospital sir, I think you have trained long enough." he suggested, to which I agreed. Perhaps he was right, as I was pushing myself very hard in my magical training, which I'm sure invited overstepping. "I agree, we should return......also." I began, gripping Cullen by the shoulder as I went to stand.
"I want to apologize for my behavior, that was not very becoming of me, so I wish to apologize." I said with a sorrowful tone, to which he smiled, patting my back. "No need to apologize, sir, as I understand the stress you are under.....I have nightmares still so I understand." It was reassuring to hear that I wasn't alone in how I was feeling.
It was moments like this I was glad Cullen was at my side. ☠
"Common Tongue"
"Silvain Tongue"
"Self-Thoughts"
Even in the cold of the season, it could not stop my thirst to perfect the one thing that would allow me to kill dranoch. This day was no different and the forest was my sanctuary to learn. It seemed to me right now, I was limited in the amount of fire I could create or how long it lasted. I wanted to become better, for the sake of the innocent lives unaware of the scourge within the shadows, I had to become better.
I was becoming comfortable with the flame, being able to feel the warmth of the beacon as I practiced. Feeling the pull of the beacon I began to pool shrivenflame into my palms, closing my eyes and seeing an image of a spear and when I opened my eyes there was a spear of shrivenflame into my palm.
I see it only took the imagining of a spear in order for the flames to take shape, raising it behind my head, and launching it at a nearby tree. Immediately the tree caught aflame, and I watched as the tree was engulfed but didn't burn. That was interesting to me, this flame was truly unnatural.
It was unique, to say the least, and I wanted to get better at launching them, as the technique was strenuous at first. My thoughts were interrupted by Cullen's sneeze, as the poor guy accompanied me out today into the forest to watch my back so to speak, but I enjoyed his company nonetheless.
"Are you not cold sir?" he asked, looking around as he tried to keep his hands warm. "Not as much as you would think, but I still feel the cold a bit." I spoke, conjuring another spear of fire.
I was not impressed by what I had come to the conclusion with what I had been practicing so far, now creating another spear, but this time in both hands. I decided the best course of action right now was to hone my magical & physical skills against inanimate targets as I didnt want anyone to get hurt due to friendly fire. I was more than ready to release this pent up energy I was holding on from not knowing where Stephan was.
My last interaction with my initiator left me rather concerned, not knowing where he was or if he was ok. Even knights needed someone to check up on them. My aether pooling, I continued to pelt trees with these flaming lances, coating each tree in shrivenflame. This was the easiest way I could unleash the anxiety of not knowing if he was ok. I decided to put that into my training, using the forest as a field of practice dummies.
Rushing forward I forced the flaming lances into my hands and sent them at the trees. Adding a bit of flair, I flicked my wrist and sent more bolts of flame through the sea of trees working on my speed of creation of the spear and how fast I could fire them off. Looking at the results of the first run, I was not satisfied, either some missing or not hitting the spot I intended it to hit. After inspecting my results, I took a break for a moment, allowing the cool breeze blowing through to cool the warmth of my body.
Once I was rested, I decided to use the next spell in my arsenal of the magic. Moving to where Cullen sat, he handed me Manslayer, and in my hands, it was engulfed in sparks of the crackling fire. As if hearing music play I began to perfect this move, remembering this technique to be known as enkindling. I made haste not to let my emotions get ahead of myself and hinder me in the training department.
My enflamed blade drawn, I leaped through the cold air into the sea of trees. With my talent in blades as it was, I delivered well-placed cut through the trees as I ran across a straight path. The legion of trees soon began to slide and fall, knowing this was one of ebon knight's staple spells, one I was starting to like using. Finding himself in the mists of targets his mind began to play tricks on him. The inanimate trees began to morph and look like the man in red, Bathory Dranoch from Brandt.
I knew this was nothing but a stressed induced illusion of my mind, but panicked for a split second. With a deep breath to calm my nerves, I sprinted forward again, diving into the trees head-on. With a lunge, I rotated my body weight in order to cause myself to spin. With Manslayer gripped tightly in my hands, I became a spinning flaming death blade, carving through the bark of any tree caught like wet paper, finding that this shrivenflame allowed things to be sliced with ease.
Repeating the process I charged head-on into the ocean of trees, slicing and hacking them down as I saw fit, making each slash precise and carefully executed as I could. During all of this, I found my mental state was becoming......chaotic. The frustration and anger coupled with these stressed induced hallucinations had me in a maelstrom of emotion. To add to this, Bathory was clearer now, still a whisp but a clear wisp in my eyes, but one that could be seen for sure.
I did my best to ignore the visage and focused on the task at hand. I came barreling through the sea the trees slicing each one that I came across. Smirking I was content, but my smile faded into shock when the illusions persisted. The trees mutated into distorted figures of the Bathory man, the man that was the reason for my training as is. This sent me over the mental edge, unfortunately, causing me to go bursting into a rage.
For Cullen who was trailing behind me, it was like watching a rabid beast tear through a flock of sheep. My movements and elegance of the slashes became barbaric and all over the place. I couldnt help it, all I could see is the one person responsible for turning my life upside down that fateful night. Drowning in the frenzy of emotions I collapsed from exhaustion. My reserves were spent, physically, mentally, and magically.
"Sir are you alright!?" he asked, rushing to my side. I was panting, shaking from the mania of what I was experiencing. I knew my mental state could get problematic, but this was too much. I couldnt believe I lost control like I did, unable to hear Cullen's inquiries of my condition.
My eyes erratically looked around, the pounding of my heart within my chest, I was going into a panic. I found myself spiraling a bit, finally coming to face the reality that maybe, just maybe I was not cut out for this life. But then again, I gave my word to too many people to back down now.
Cullen's voice finally reached me, and I snapped myself out of the torrent of my psyche. "Y.....yes Cullen I.....I am fine, thank you." I responded, finally finding my voice. With his help, Cullen brought me back into the clearing, and I rested. I was somewhat ashamed to have lost control in front of him like that.
"We should return back to the hospital sir, I think you have trained long enough." he suggested, to which I agreed. Perhaps he was right, as I was pushing myself very hard in my magical training, which I'm sure invited overstepping. "I agree, we should return......also." I began, gripping Cullen by the shoulder as I went to stand.
"I want to apologize for my behavior, that was not very becoming of me, so I wish to apologize." I said with a sorrowful tone, to which he smiled, patting my back. "No need to apologize, sir, as I understand the stress you are under.....I have nightmares still so I understand." It was reassuring to hear that I wasn't alone in how I was feeling.
It was moments like this I was glad Cullen was at my side. ☠
"Common Tongue"
"Silvain Tongue"
"Self-Thoughts"