Dormant Spark [Veigue/Nayru]
Jun 15, 2015 22:49:54 GMT -6
Post by Nayru Al-Saiduq on Jun 15, 2015 22:49:54 GMT -6
Heh.
Hurt her.
Essence.
It was kinda - silly? ironic? Nayru wasn't sure what the correct descriptor would be, but in his admonishment to avoid any harm, Veigue had just given her the key needed to unlock the puzzle and break it open. Of course you weren't supposed to just - dump some magic into a rune-forged weapon, otherwise you wouldn't need a smith for that and everyone would have them. No, that process took a phenomenal amount of raw magic - a spirit, one of the very sources of magic of Elibe - and a reagent to ease the fusing process... to bypass the walls that would soon entomb that very power for eternity.
Veigue probably wouldn't want to know he had anything to do with it though. And she wasn't sure she had the balls, metaphorically speaking, to go through with it. Nayru didn't know enough about rune-forging and enchanting to give an exact estimate, but she knew enough to be thoroughly aware that it was no easy task - if creating magic weapons was as easy as any two-bit mage just pumping a Fire spell into a sword, magic weapons would be much more common. If anything, she suspected, she was uniquely well suited to this task - perhaps truly unique - in being able to actually generate enough raw essence to pull it off without an actual spirit.
...Well, it'd be good for cleaning out the tubes, anyways.
"Alright." All business, or at least that was the idea, but her voice nearly cracked as she tried to steel herself for something Nayru was, quite frankly, not sure she could do - something that might have serious, and seriously negative, repercussions. But she had to try, dammit, she owed it to Veigue as well as to herself, and besides, she had to start figuring out what the limits in her new... old... body were anyways. In theory she had much better control of herself now, but she needed to know what that meant in practice if she was going to use that power responsibly. "...But stay back. This may get dangerous."
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Do or die. Swallowing in a momentary display of weakness before she purged it from her mind and body alike, Nayru impulsively raised the weapon quickly, surely, knowing that she had to act before Veigue could react, and drew the edge of the blade across the prominent vein in her forearm with certainty, drawing an immediate and sizable torrent of blood that began to flow quickly. Rather than waste it, she lowered the weapon and inclined her hand downwards so the flow followed her wrist down to the blade as her palm rested on the blade, already a thin veneer of blood coating the surface between her hand and the blade itself.
Nayru glanced at Veigue apologetically, aware that she had arguably deceived him but not left with the opportunity or desire to engage him in actual conversation at this point - while her hand would heal, this next part was going to take all of her concentration, and very possibly more besides. But she had to at least try to explain, even if it would be little more than a brief overview. "Conduction." Dragon's blood was among the most effective mediums of magical energy known to Elibe - small wonder it had been used in the forging of magical weapons in the past. Until the source had dried up, anyways... but not entirely.
The pain was distracting, intense and fiery, but the dragon homed in on it as though it were her lifeline - feeling the flow of her own natural essence in it, the heart of the blade pulsing weakly - and concentrated her power in a torrential tide. She could feel the tsunami of power crashing through her, blasting through the floodgates, scouring every magical circuit she had available regardless of their condition. Do or die indeed. Well, she probably wouldn't die from this... but it could end pretty badly if she didn't get started fast, and she was already starting to grow a little faint from the blood loss, even if it looked a lot worse than it actually was.
A grunt, and suddenly their surroundings glowed with the light of the sun for a brief instant, a golden surge of energy that died down in size quickly but remained just as intense as crimson turned gold on the blade of the weapon - the truest test of her blood's conductivity, and why she only had a limited time to finish this. Other alternatives: bleeding to death, or running out of blood before she finished even if she did survive, and this was not something she could attempt again for a long time, if ever.
She winced as she pushed down harder, feeling the intense heat of the metal as her power flowed into it, and after a terrifying moment in which she suddenly realized it might not work at all, tiny lines of light illuminated throughout the blade, intricate golden channels that she realized after a moment must have been the runes involved in creating the weapon - the results of the runeforging that had allowed all of this to even happen. Nayru didn't necessarily recognize them, but they were strangely beautiful in their incredible complexity.
But she had to focus. Nayru swallowed once, twice, realizing only after the second that her throat felt bone dry. She tried it again, barely feeling the saliva in her throat, and gave it up as a bad job to focus on the task at hand. She couldn't tell if it was the blood flow or the essence loss, or perhaps both, but it felt as though she was pouring more into it than she ever had before, certainly everything she was able to generate naturally, and forced to draw more from her stone than she ever had outside of combat... perhaps more than in it as well. It was unbelievable how much energy the damn sword could devour, but intellectually Nayru knew it was because her method was essentially a simple brute-force attempt - channeling enough power to essentially form a newborn spirit born of her own power rather than simply binding an existing one.
Something flashed before her eyes, a scene, or perhaps a sensation, and after a moment of confusion something similar touched at the edges of her consciousness again. Before she had time to worry about it, something... warm, or maybe it was cold, beckoned from the blade. Or maybe not. Frankly speaking Nayru had no idea what the actual f**k was going on, but there was a strange sort of familiarity in evidence... or perhaps less familiarity than recognition? Nayru struggled to maintain the flow of power, the golden glow flickering in intensity a little but holding strong, and was rewarded(?) by again feeling that strange sensation.
It was less warm than... austere, a strange sort of intensity, but whatever the hell was going on, it seemed to be working. The flow of energy had stabilized, almost without her help. And yet - it still didn't quite feel like enough. Nayru was way beyond the point of actually having any idea what the hell she was doing by now, but she could still tellthat she had pretty much exhausted what power she could naturally generate from her body, and her stone wasn't providing as much as it should. She felt... constipated was probably a bad word for it, but there was a sort of restriction, beyond the shortness of breath that was consuming her, that stood between her and drawing as much as she wanted to from the stone. What was that? Looking back, it was a somewhat familiar sensation, but only now could Nayru actually recognize it for what it was.
Or at least that it existed - she wasn't quite sure what it actually was. Why would there be a blockade on her power? She had mastered her body, right? Gained access to everything she was? Safe transformations, unlimited power... what the hell was the problem? Rapidly growing frustrated, Nayru redoubled her efforts, striving to squeeze water from a stone, as the saying went; the flow continued unabated, but this time, instead of flickering down, the light only grew in intensity. She would not lose now, dammit. Not after all this.
Not even the growing lightheadedness was anywhere near enough to match the dragon's stubbornness, and while she was, perhaps ironically, the last to notice it, while she was locked in a struggle with her limitations, the light pouring into the blade was changing from pure light - raw essence - into an unending arc of electricity that coiled around the blade, up and down it and her arm, through the cloying blood as though it were swimming.
What it took to finally break her concentration was, strangely enough, another feeling - a sense of gratitude that suddenly pervaded her, rushing through the makeshift connection she currently held with the sword as though the flow were going the other way. It was strange enough to distract her from her struggle, and Nayru could almost instantly feel her efforts to delve deeper into her stone washing away in the tide of power still emanating from it, realizing a little late that it had still been dumping out a very significant amount of power in the meantime, charging(?) the sword even as she struggled with herself.
The sensation of familiarity was almost strong enough to make sense, a self-explanatory phenomena, but not quite there. It faded away before she could try to plumb its depths as well, though, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
And then, without any warning whatsoever, the flow simply stopped - the backlash of severing the connection sent Nayru's head jerking back as her power rebounded within her. All the pain and exhaustion and overload hit her all at once, forcing a pained gasp from her no matter how she might try to hide it, and Nayru slumped in its wake, breathing heavily as she tried to get her breath under control in the aftermath of her nigh-Sisyphean task.
In her lap, the blade itself was still glowing, the emanations dying down a bit, but the weapon itself seemingly holding its new power relatively well... at least as far as a rank amateur like herself could tell. Hardly able to steady herself, Nayru slowly lifted it, offering it to Veigue with a hand that shook despite her best efforts.
Hurt her.
Essence.
It was kinda - silly? ironic? Nayru wasn't sure what the correct descriptor would be, but in his admonishment to avoid any harm, Veigue had just given her the key needed to unlock the puzzle and break it open. Of course you weren't supposed to just - dump some magic into a rune-forged weapon, otherwise you wouldn't need a smith for that and everyone would have them. No, that process took a phenomenal amount of raw magic - a spirit, one of the very sources of magic of Elibe - and a reagent to ease the fusing process... to bypass the walls that would soon entomb that very power for eternity.
Veigue probably wouldn't want to know he had anything to do with it though. And she wasn't sure she had the balls, metaphorically speaking, to go through with it. Nayru didn't know enough about rune-forging and enchanting to give an exact estimate, but she knew enough to be thoroughly aware that it was no easy task - if creating magic weapons was as easy as any two-bit mage just pumping a Fire spell into a sword, magic weapons would be much more common. If anything, she suspected, she was uniquely well suited to this task - perhaps truly unique - in being able to actually generate enough raw essence to pull it off without an actual spirit.
...Well, it'd be good for cleaning out the tubes, anyways.
"Alright." All business, or at least that was the idea, but her voice nearly cracked as she tried to steel herself for something Nayru was, quite frankly, not sure she could do - something that might have serious, and seriously negative, repercussions. But she had to try, dammit, she owed it to Veigue as well as to herself, and besides, she had to start figuring out what the limits in her new... old... body were anyways. In theory she had much better control of herself now, but she needed to know what that meant in practice if she was going to use that power responsibly. "...But stay back. This may get dangerous."
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Do or die. Swallowing in a momentary display of weakness before she purged it from her mind and body alike, Nayru impulsively raised the weapon quickly, surely, knowing that she had to act before Veigue could react, and drew the edge of the blade across the prominent vein in her forearm with certainty, drawing an immediate and sizable torrent of blood that began to flow quickly. Rather than waste it, she lowered the weapon and inclined her hand downwards so the flow followed her wrist down to the blade as her palm rested on the blade, already a thin veneer of blood coating the surface between her hand and the blade itself.
Nayru glanced at Veigue apologetically, aware that she had arguably deceived him but not left with the opportunity or desire to engage him in actual conversation at this point - while her hand would heal, this next part was going to take all of her concentration, and very possibly more besides. But she had to at least try to explain, even if it would be little more than a brief overview. "Conduction." Dragon's blood was among the most effective mediums of magical energy known to Elibe - small wonder it had been used in the forging of magical weapons in the past. Until the source had dried up, anyways... but not entirely.
The pain was distracting, intense and fiery, but the dragon homed in on it as though it were her lifeline - feeling the flow of her own natural essence in it, the heart of the blade pulsing weakly - and concentrated her power in a torrential tide. She could feel the tsunami of power crashing through her, blasting through the floodgates, scouring every magical circuit she had available regardless of their condition. Do or die indeed. Well, she probably wouldn't die from this... but it could end pretty badly if she didn't get started fast, and she was already starting to grow a little faint from the blood loss, even if it looked a lot worse than it actually was.
A grunt, and suddenly their surroundings glowed with the light of the sun for a brief instant, a golden surge of energy that died down in size quickly but remained just as intense as crimson turned gold on the blade of the weapon - the truest test of her blood's conductivity, and why she only had a limited time to finish this. Other alternatives: bleeding to death, or running out of blood before she finished even if she did survive, and this was not something she could attempt again for a long time, if ever.
She winced as she pushed down harder, feeling the intense heat of the metal as her power flowed into it, and after a terrifying moment in which she suddenly realized it might not work at all, tiny lines of light illuminated throughout the blade, intricate golden channels that she realized after a moment must have been the runes involved in creating the weapon - the results of the runeforging that had allowed all of this to even happen. Nayru didn't necessarily recognize them, but they were strangely beautiful in their incredible complexity.
But she had to focus. Nayru swallowed once, twice, realizing only after the second that her throat felt bone dry. She tried it again, barely feeling the saliva in her throat, and gave it up as a bad job to focus on the task at hand. She couldn't tell if it was the blood flow or the essence loss, or perhaps both, but it felt as though she was pouring more into it than she ever had before, certainly everything she was able to generate naturally, and forced to draw more from her stone than she ever had outside of combat... perhaps more than in it as well. It was unbelievable how much energy the damn sword could devour, but intellectually Nayru knew it was because her method was essentially a simple brute-force attempt - channeling enough power to essentially form a newborn spirit born of her own power rather than simply binding an existing one.
Something flashed before her eyes, a scene, or perhaps a sensation, and after a moment of confusion something similar touched at the edges of her consciousness again. Before she had time to worry about it, something... warm, or maybe it was cold, beckoned from the blade. Or maybe not. Frankly speaking Nayru had no idea what the actual f**k was going on, but there was a strange sort of familiarity in evidence... or perhaps less familiarity than recognition? Nayru struggled to maintain the flow of power, the golden glow flickering in intensity a little but holding strong, and was rewarded(?) by again feeling that strange sensation.
It was less warm than... austere, a strange sort of intensity, but whatever the hell was going on, it seemed to be working. The flow of energy had stabilized, almost without her help. And yet - it still didn't quite feel like enough. Nayru was way beyond the point of actually having any idea what the hell she was doing by now, but she could still tellthat she had pretty much exhausted what power she could naturally generate from her body, and her stone wasn't providing as much as it should. She felt... constipated was probably a bad word for it, but there was a sort of restriction, beyond the shortness of breath that was consuming her, that stood between her and drawing as much as she wanted to from the stone. What was that? Looking back, it was a somewhat familiar sensation, but only now could Nayru actually recognize it for what it was.
Or at least that it existed - she wasn't quite sure what it actually was. Why would there be a blockade on her power? She had mastered her body, right? Gained access to everything she was? Safe transformations, unlimited power... what the hell was the problem? Rapidly growing frustrated, Nayru redoubled her efforts, striving to squeeze water from a stone, as the saying went; the flow continued unabated, but this time, instead of flickering down, the light only grew in intensity. She would not lose now, dammit. Not after all this.
Not even the growing lightheadedness was anywhere near enough to match the dragon's stubbornness, and while she was, perhaps ironically, the last to notice it, while she was locked in a struggle with her limitations, the light pouring into the blade was changing from pure light - raw essence - into an unending arc of electricity that coiled around the blade, up and down it and her arm, through the cloying blood as though it were swimming.
What it took to finally break her concentration was, strangely enough, another feeling - a sense of gratitude that suddenly pervaded her, rushing through the makeshift connection she currently held with the sword as though the flow were going the other way. It was strange enough to distract her from her struggle, and Nayru could almost instantly feel her efforts to delve deeper into her stone washing away in the tide of power still emanating from it, realizing a little late that it had still been dumping out a very significant amount of power in the meantime, charging(?) the sword even as she struggled with herself.
The sensation of familiarity was almost strong enough to make sense, a self-explanatory phenomena, but not quite there. It faded away before she could try to plumb its depths as well, though, leaving her alone with her thoughts.
And then, without any warning whatsoever, the flow simply stopped - the backlash of severing the connection sent Nayru's head jerking back as her power rebounded within her. All the pain and exhaustion and overload hit her all at once, forcing a pained gasp from her no matter how she might try to hide it, and Nayru slumped in its wake, breathing heavily as she tried to get her breath under control in the aftermath of her nigh-Sisyphean task.
In her lap, the blade itself was still glowing, the emanations dying down a bit, but the weapon itself seemingly holding its new power relatively well... at least as far as a rank amateur like herself could tell. Hardly able to steady herself, Nayru slowly lifted it, offering it to Veigue with a hand that shook despite her best efforts.