1200 Hours
Wilderness Terrain, Near Silrosia, Sultanate of Arakmat
Latter-Winter in Era I of the Celestine Mandate
Era XIII Post Fractum
The elf sat, silent, a testament to stillness in the field of snow. The Syl’rosyan Forests had long since faded into the distance, and where the majestic and towering trees had once stood before him now appeared naught but miles and miles of white powder. The plains rolled on as far as the eyes could see, blinding men and beast alike by the reflection of the twin suns above. Within the heart of the elf turned the machinations of neutrality, a perfect reflection of the stasis he desired to restore within the world – a stasis born of chaos. Around him, stretching out for several meters, were carved through the snow into the frozen soil below a number of introspective circles, marked with arcane signs and burning with energy. They were circles of magic, made to repel all things – magical or otherwise – who would seek to disrupt the fallen Medonian as he wrought his magic.
Blood would soon roll upon the fields of Telath. Much had already been spilled covertly, and with the conspiracies that were at work attacking the Church of the Faith, much more was to come. While it was true that the elf worked at a much more subtle level than his compatriots and temporal allies, the Jorelites, it was inevitable that he would one day be discovered. The man at the mansion of Nexus Prime, blessed with the ability to see through his illusions to some limited extent, was proof of this. And one day, he would be discovered, unable to control the mechanisms that operated within the world he lived in. If he was unprepared, he would die.
The magics that he weaved were powerful indeed; the sword at his side, the slayer of a thousand men. Yet, swords could be destroyed, stolen, or disarmed; magic, too, held weaknesses. Though a master, the elf had never quested for his staff – such superfluous exercise had never appealed to him, eternally caught up in the webs of grim machination. Yet, he needed a manner by which to attain a state of clarity permanently. And thus, he would stride the path of enchantment.
It was certainly possible – perhaps even simple – to forge an enchantment that would permanently grant the state of clarity. Without the fancy gimmicks of the mage-staff – summoning, unbreakability, and the like – it would be a single weave, easy enough to impose upon by any sphere, and by mysticism, dealing with the mind, easier still. The elf removed a necklace of pure gold from his pouch, delving once more into the clear meditation of clara.
At once, things that were not to be seen became aware to him. The necklace was forged simply, unadorned by decoration or anything of the sort, for he’d planned from the very start its enchantment and purpose. He worked the item, examining it fully as he proceeded to denature the item. The technique was essential to a thorough enchantment, and as his life would rest upon this weave, he intended for it to be as perfect as possible. It was a simple item, but the elf would need to know it better than he knew himself. He examined the texture of the hammer’s blow upon the metal, the unnoticed edge left by the slightest slip during polishing, the things that no jeweler’s monocle could ever see. And even further he delved, seeing things that no one would ever have even considered of this simple piece. For three brightenings and three darkenings, he gazed upon the item, until he had almost become one with it in his familiarity.
It was then, and only then, that the enchanting would proceed. The blaze of arcane energy around him fueled the circles, imbued with enough power in brightenings past that their fires burned brightly. Even though arcana was a force unpalatable, predators abounded in the wild. The circles, drawn by mystical powers of a master, would keep any inquisitive minds either in a state of expulsion, or convert them to a state of death.
The state of clara was simple – it allowed the user to directly access the planes, to see the metaphysical weaves of ara around him, and to interact with a world beyond him. Yet, it could be achieved through magic, an advanced form of the quickening of the third-sphere spell of Alacrity. And so, the elf would work within this framework, elevating it to another level. The essential aspect of clara was the ability to clear one’s mind to a perfect level, removing all interference and absolving all extraneous thoughts. Thus, a link could be established. Yet, such a link was purged on the completion of any spell. The creation of auto-clarity would abolish this. Drawing forth the energies of a psychic gate, the elf first latched it to the metaphysical chains that bound the necklace together. It was raw, unharnessed power, and from there, he would begin employing the arcalysis process, working with vis, ara, and psychic essence to form the weaves and spell that he would employ. Alteration, divination, abjuration, and evocation would be used, forming together in a perfect, master-level enchantment that would modulate the energies flowing within his mind in a flawless pattern, dissipating the extraneous rage or ebbs of passion, and empowering him with mental stability whenever his energies flowed low. The ease with which the master mystic weaved his spells revealed the manner by which one had practiced his art. Brightening after brightening, and constant employ.
The pattern was reintegrated slowly, now that the power was locked into existence. The elf brought all the pieces together, complex parts of a complex puzzle, and the spells reintegrated themselves in a pattern that bore the spell’s unique essence and the reconstructed patterns of the spell itself. And thus, the elf cast the blessings of
The Eternal Nightmare upon himself, pitching himself into a never-ending darkness of strife and war.
OOC: Desired result as follows:
Quote:
Enchanted Golden Necklace
Characteristics
- Master-Level The Eternal Nightmare Enchantment (Custom)
- Automatic, constant state of Clara, cannot be interrupted
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Linear Mode
