The Apprentice: Mysticism (AGM Feeder)

[Pescado Branch]

Pescado had come to the city of Demios to start a new life per say, and the new life that he was going to start was one with his wife, as well as the continuation of his mysticism training and sculpture training. He was quite ready to do so. Silently he left his mate, whom was taking care of their eggs, and moved towards the forests of Demios. He had been working on his concentration, and now was ready to progress to the next level, the Apprentice. He knew that this would take quite alot of practice, but first he needed a master to advance him to the next level.

He sat down, and quietly awaited the arrival of one. He did now know if one would come, but he decided to close his eyes, and attempt to cast a spell. First he would reach into his mind to begin his silent meditation, and would then attempt to reach his Clara. After he had done that, he would pull the Ara from around him, and mix it in with his Vis to cause the neccessary Arcalysis. Once he had completed that, he would then add the Psionic essenses to it, and make them seem nonexistant, so that the spell Invisibility would be cast.

After he had completely managed to do that, he would begin to concentrate, and clear his mind out even more, so that his Clara would become more perfect, and he would be able to use the Ara and his Vis along with the Psionic Essenses much more effectively. He concentrated on taking the Ara and then mixing it with his Vis once more. Then he would create many strands of the Ara/Vis mixture, so as to move them away from his body, and cause them to stretch out in a spherical shape around him. Then he would add the psionic essenses to them, so as to be able to cast the spell of Awareness, and make anything within a five foot area around him, able to be seen, such as spells and enchantments.

He would then wait...he didn't know if there was, but he could only hope that there was a Master mystic on the Isle that could raise him up to being an Apprentice...

[Hobbes]

The dark green forest of Demios was silhouetted against the volcanic mountains which still held a orangey red colour The heart of the forest had become dark and many wild creatures had brewed under the forest canopies. It was a small forest but still many did not venture far unprepared. Just at the edge of the forest a shadow lurked under the cover of the trees watching the lizard closely as he began to perform his spells.

As the lizard added the newly created Arcalysis and Psionic essences together he soon became invisible to the naked eye. He begun casting his second spell but was soon interrupted, something had crashed into his side slightly knocking him side ways. He was caught by surprise and not hurt however he had lost his concentration rendering him from casting his second spell. Before he could see what had crashed into the side of him, a high pitch cry had started and could be heard by those close by.

The shadowy figure had moved slightly to where he was visible under the canopy of leaves. He stood leaning on what looked like a old walking stick, a grey old cloak covered him from head to foot making it difficult for those to see his features under his hood.

[Pescado Branch]

Pescado felt the thing, whatever it was knock into his side. Dangit, he thought as he slipped from his Clara. His spell of invisibility should still keep him invisible, but he would soon become visible. He stood up slowly, and looked towards the person that was leaning against the walking stick. Who could that be, thought Pescado. He edged a little closer, and then let his mouth speak.

"Who are you?" he asked simply, hoping he did not scare the person whom was standing there. He was then thinking as well, and wondered what the scream came from. He let his eyes scan the area a little bit, as he awaited the person's reply...

[Hobbes]

The old man hardly moved; the grey hood still hid his features from Pescado who had come closer towards the old man. Even when the lizard spoke the old man didn’t move but under the hood a grin was playing on his features however something new would catch Pescado’s attention.

As his eyes scanned around he would notice a small girl still on the ground sobbing but soon approaching was a very board man who had a grim expression. It wasn’t too long till he was bent down by the little girl comforting her, ‘Calm down and tell me what’s wrong?’ The man placed his hands on her shoulders as he gave her a smile waiting for a reply however the girl, with tears still running down her face, pointed a finger towards the Pescado.

Within a few seconds he stood up and turned so he was facing the Lizard. His face was once again grim and his left hand had become placed on his swords hilt, ‘Explain why my daughter is crying on the floor, lizard.’ His voice was stern and had a hint slight of rage; the old man kept silent waiting to see how Pescado would handle the situation.

[Pescado Branch]

Pescado, noticing that he was not even invisible anymore, looked over to the man, and the little girl. He had not seen them before, and wondered how she suddenly got there, as well as how the man got there. He let his eyes turn back towards the man under the cloak, and then turned back to see the man with his hand on the hilt of his sword.

"I don't know what you are talking about," said Pescado very simply. For some reason it was striking him very odd as to how the heck the little girl got there. Pescado looked to the man with the hand on the hilt of his sword and said, "There isssss no need to draw your weapon." For some reason Pescado began to think about how the man and girl had gotten there so fast. Then it struck him. Maybe there weren't really there, maybe they were just an illusion. Pescado waited to see how the man would respond to him...

[Hobbes]

The man expression remained grim but his tone of voice now shown a tone on annoyance, ‘I asked you a question and I want my answer quick lizard.’ His hand pulled his sword slightly out of the sheath to flash a glimpse of his blade. Pescado might not like there was leading however the old man who was leaning on his staff had entered a state of clara.

He pulled Ara from around him and quickly added it with his own Vis creating Arcalysis. He had added it to his psionic essences to allow him to cast his spell Obscure which he aimed at the other human brain. He had hit the man precisely where his short term memories where stored.

The man stared blankly at Pescado for a few seconds after the spell had hit him, his faced filled with confusion. The old man allowed drawn himself to full height however his hood still hid his features, his voice was very commanding.

‘Your little girl over there has fallen over and hurt herself and if I was you I would tend to her.’

The grim man still had a confused expression however he did as the old man had said but as he neared the hurt girl he stopped. Pescado heard a whisper within his ear; it was a gentle and kind voice, different from the commanding voice the old man had used.

‘We better leave, follow me into the forest.’

The old man went with great speed into the forest with his wooden staff still firmly in his hands. Would Pescado trust the old man and follow or would he stay and wait to see what happens once the other man recovers his memory?

[Pescado Branch]

Watching and seeing what seemingly happened, Pescado became a tid bit confused. Pescado took the hooded man's advice and quickly turned towards the area that the man had quickly fled towards. He hurried up, and took after him, knowing not where they were going, but also knowing that they could not stay there. He hoped that the other man and his daughter would be alright, but he now realized why he had not seen the little girl. She had tripped over him as he was in his Clara, and that happened to be the reason that he was knocked out of his clara before he could attempt to start his second spell. He looked towards the hooded man, and quickly took after him to follow him to wherever he was taking them...

[Hobbes]

He took Pescado quite deep into the small forest not caring for any danger which rumours had told of. Little light pierced the canopy of the trees; the tree themselves looked twisted and dark as if they had become evil over the years. A few rodents could be seen scurrying along the forest floor, the old man taken a seat on a large dead tree trunk. At first Pescado might find it slightly hard to breathe as the air was both warm and old giving him a slight sore throat.

‘Now I take it you want questions to be answered, yes?’

The old man carried on before the lizard could answer; it was the same voice that had whispered to him earlier as it held that same gentle tone.

‘I was watching you out on the field perform your spell and I have seen you around Demios myself. You have interested me, not just because you’re different than most of the population of Demios but because you have potential which needs to nurture. I can still see that you’re still confused; I, myself am a mystic to clear up my actions earlier but I think I will allow you to ask questions before I ask some of my own.’

He still hid his features from the Lizard but this was a chance for Pescado to ask questions that plagued his mind since the encounter with the old mystic but how much did the mystic know about Pescado?

[Pescado Branch]

Pescado listened as the man seemed to explain a little about himself. He probably knew much more than he was explaining, and Pescado would have to give him credit, for he has probably been a mystic for much much longer than Pescado, and has most likely had a chance to use his mana in much more efficient ways that Pescado would ever be able to do at this point in time. There was only one question that popped up in Pescado's head, and it would be normal for most people to ask. "What issss your name?" he asked, for it was probably one of the most popular questions that people had for new aquantances...

[Hobbes]

He gave a chuckle as he lent his wooden staff against the dead tree trunk and as he stood his hand slowly raised up to push back his hood to revel his face. His hair was grey and his hair was growing thin on top, his face was old and lined with experience. His grey weathered eyes stared out at Pescado as it seemed to pierce both his mind and body. His eyes kept focused at the lizard as he once again began to talk in his gentle voice.

‘I am Beorn Dunhill, a master mystic. Come now, there must be more question which plague your mind or I am a fool.’

He went into a state of Clara and began to pull Ara and his own Vis strands together, with his Vis he created a bridge link to Pescado mind. Beorn channelled more Vis into his spell to increase its strength allowing him to probe further into Pescado’s mind. As Beorn saw deeper and deeper within Pescado’s mind, he noticed strengths in the lizard which could prove useful to himself. However, for now Pescado need to be nurtured in the Mystic sphere; within a few seconds Beorn allowed the mind link to collapse as he had enough information for now.

[Pescado Branch]

"Good to meet you Beorn," said Pescado. "I am Pesssscado Branch, a raptorian initiate mysssstic...I musssst wonder why I ssssseem to interesssst you ssssso much...Why would sssssomeone like you be interesssted in an exssssile like me? I wassss exssssiled from my clan due to my interessst in arcana, and due to the fact that i wasssss a sssssoftsssskin lover...Why do you have sssso much interesssst in me?"

That was truly Pescado's biggest question. Why would this Master Mystic have so much interest in an exiled raptorian. Especially him. The raptorian may have done one or two notable things, but the question still remained in his head, why me? I want to learn more, but why would someone have so much interest in me to come ask me, instead of me asking them, thought Pescado. He was very confused about this, and hoped that he would get a straight answer from the Master Mystic...

[Hobbes]

Beorn stared at Pescado for a few seconds allowing him to go over information which he had read within Pescados mind. He would like the challenge of teaching such a strong minded individual like this, he had potentially of going far in the sphere of mystics.

‘You fascinate me Pescado, not just because you’re an unusual race but because you’re an individual, someone who stands up in what you believe. In ways, we are similar; this is why you interest me Pescado.’

His tone was soft and calm as he spoke, Beorn still wanted the lizard to prove himself, show what he could do with his training he had already received.

‘Well then, I think a demonstration from you would show me what to expect if you wish to be trained by me…and that’s only if you want to be trained by me.’

He closely watched Pescado, seeing how he would demonstrate his arcane under the watchful eye of a master mystic.

[Pescado Branch]

Pescado looked towards Beorn, and listened as he talked about why he was so fascinated with the raptorian. As soon as he said to demonstrate what knowledge he had of arcane, Pescado took a deep breath, and then sat down, closing his eyes. He began to concentrate, and attempted to reach deep into his meditative state, so that he may be able to access his Clara.

Once he managed to do that, and if he was successful in clearing his mind of all thoughts, he would then move the Ara that surrounded Beorn, and pull it back towards himself. Then he would mix it with his Vis, and create two large blocks. Next he would take the Psionic essences, and add those to the blocks to make them solidify.

Then he would take a veil of the Psionic Essense and move it over the Master Mystic so that he could bring out the bright red lines that happened to be Beorn's motor nerves. Then he would place one of the invisible blocks at the base of Beorn's cortex, and then one in the center of his spine. If all of this went well, Pescado would cast the spell Enfeeblement, and attempt to make Beorn's motor tracks cease functioning for a brief period of time...

[Hobbes]

As it took the initiate much longer to enter the state of Clarity, Beorn entered a state of Claity within a few seconds. Now he began construction of a rebound sell by mixing hi Ara and Vis together which in turn created Arcalysis, he the added it with his psionic essences. Beorn cast rebound which created a shield about him which would rebound another spell aimed at him.

Pescado had succeeded at highlighting his motor nerve and the placement of his invisible blocks where accurate however the saurid did not know he had placed them on himself. When Pescado cast Enfeeblement he became sluggish and weak, his body lumped over and Beorn gave a chuckle.

‘Clever trick and it might have worked if you where trained further in Mysticism however ever… you are not.’

A smile played on the old man’s face as he was quite impressed with the accuracy of Pescado casting, all he needed was more experience and training. The woods started to become much darker as the sun began to fade away.

‘It’s dangerous to stay out in the forest when its nights, do you wish to become back to my hut, it just bit further in the forest.’

He pointed his staff I the direction which he spoke of, the spell was beginning to wear off.

[Pescado Branch]

Pescado felt himself become quite limp, knowing that the spell had somehow been reflected back at him. Dang, he thought to himself. He was however, quite happy that Beorn thought the spell was properly casted and such. Once it finally wore off, he quickly got up, and looked towards Beorn.

"Sssssure, i have no problem going there," he said to Beorn. He thought to himself though, what danger might this forest have to bring? It was a rhetorical question to himself, one that was not ment to be answered. He looked to Beorn, and then said, "Sssshall we go?" He would follow Beorn there, since obviously he did not know where the place that Beorn resided was...