[I will be adding more clips of Reyshal's life here, as she writes them down. This particular one was inspired by a comment in the 'politics and other fun' forum a while back. It is presumed that everything is written in Syndan unless otherwise noted]
‘Proper use of force’
16 Minas, 598 SN / 21 July, 2008 AD
Thankfully the hospital did not keep me over long for their checks. As it is, my magical core will be some days recovering from my trial.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
This morning I woke to peace, the last few days of hectic villain and hero activity had calmed. There were few about, and in Paragon, even fewer villains on the streets than even during a Rikti raid. It was, to me, a perfect opportunity to test my spell.
It was such that I left my apartment went up to the Legendary’s base, and made use of the teleporters there. A few ferry rides and a request and granting of invisibility from a fellow hero later and I was soaring to Monkey Island, one of Peregrine’s sub islands. Before arriving there I engaged my own version of invisibility, gravity bending the radiation around my form. Too, I had flicked off my wristcomm, disabling all signals from it, including the Medcomm activator
I should make note, of course, of my secrecy in this matter. There is a clause in the Bureau of Superpowered Affairs contract to heroes: Use of proper force. What I planned to test this morning was far, *far* outside the restrictions imposed by that clause.
I have written before of several spells I have made that go outside these restrictions, but I believe that if the medico’s knew that I had done that on purpose...
But I digress once more.
Upon arriving at the island, I had set myself down between two rather largish groups of Rikti Monkeys, trusting in my concealment to protect me for now. I whispered spells of holding, but instead of an enemy, I placed these upon myself. I kept those and the spell of concealment running in the back of my mind, and then I began to Sing my new spell.
The Monkeys had immediately noticed my voice, but could not tell the source of it. I had felt the drain upon my magic, but I had not even completed the first stanza. I knew then that I would need much more concentration.
I dropped the spell of concealment and put more magic into the spell. The Monkeys swiftly spotted me and both groups had begun to run over. However, by then I had finished the first stanza and knew my spell was a success.
There was a crack, and the Monkeys near me had attempted to back away, but it was too late for them.
Before me was a Singularity.
Not the semi-intelligent, Paragon-approved version that most gravity controllers gave two or three of their spells to, but a true black hole.
The howl of the wind had been deafening, the strings of gravity had plucked and pulled at me and my clothing, the Monkeys had flown into the point of space, and I had just finished the second stanza.
I had kept the spell of holding running in the back of my mind, but it had been so very hard to keep concentrating on both that and the point of gravity before me. My hair had flickered around my vision, Monkey’s psychic wails screamed in my head, I had felt something rip from my face...
I then completed the third, and final, stanza.
The Singularity had collapsed, and I had as well.
I had fallen some twenty to thirty feet into the crater left behind by the spell, and I had seen at least one Monkey scrabbling up the sides of the pit to run from my fallen form. Thankfully, that was when I had heard my wristcomm activate again, and start beeping urgently about my health.
Some short time later, another hero had been dispatched to look in on me, and had brought me back to the hospital.
Later I was informed that what I had done was classified as an ‘Uncontrolled Breakthrough; Magical’ and was scheduled to attend a session on ‘Moderation of Magical Usage’.
I had also had to run by Icon to pick up a new eye patch, and repair several buttons on my vest that were now compressed to a spec of dust on that island.
But now I sit, writing down my new spell as I have before in these pages. At least I am secure in the knowledge that none but I know Syndan, which this is written in. So I leave this for today, to rest.
[The following is written in English, presumed to be sung.]
Sing!
Sing the song of Devastation!
Of strings of Fate,
And gravitation.
Sing before and sing of after,
Land and sky blend,
Until the after.
Sing of keeping until the end,
Songs of death
For enemy and for friend.
‘Proper use of force’
16 Minas, 598 SN / 21 July, 2008 AD
Thankfully the hospital did not keep me over long for their checks. As it is, my magical core will be some days recovering from my trial.
But I am getting ahead of myself.
This morning I woke to peace, the last few days of hectic villain and hero activity had calmed. There were few about, and in Paragon, even fewer villains on the streets than even during a Rikti raid. It was, to me, a perfect opportunity to test my spell.
It was such that I left my apartment went up to the Legendary’s base, and made use of the teleporters there. A few ferry rides and a request and granting of invisibility from a fellow hero later and I was soaring to Monkey Island, one of Peregrine’s sub islands. Before arriving there I engaged my own version of invisibility, gravity bending the radiation around my form. Too, I had flicked off my wristcomm, disabling all signals from it, including the Medcomm activator
I should make note, of course, of my secrecy in this matter. There is a clause in the Bureau of Superpowered Affairs contract to heroes: Use of proper force. What I planned to test this morning was far, *far* outside the restrictions imposed by that clause.
I have written before of several spells I have made that go outside these restrictions, but I believe that if the medico’s knew that I had done that on purpose...
But I digress once more.
Upon arriving at the island, I had set myself down between two rather largish groups of Rikti Monkeys, trusting in my concealment to protect me for now. I whispered spells of holding, but instead of an enemy, I placed these upon myself. I kept those and the spell of concealment running in the back of my mind, and then I began to Sing my new spell.
The Monkeys had immediately noticed my voice, but could not tell the source of it. I had felt the drain upon my magic, but I had not even completed the first stanza. I knew then that I would need much more concentration.
I dropped the spell of concealment and put more magic into the spell. The Monkeys swiftly spotted me and both groups had begun to run over. However, by then I had finished the first stanza and knew my spell was a success.
There was a crack, and the Monkeys near me had attempted to back away, but it was too late for them.
Before me was a Singularity.
Not the semi-intelligent, Paragon-approved version that most gravity controllers gave two or three of their spells to, but a true black hole.
The howl of the wind had been deafening, the strings of gravity had plucked and pulled at me and my clothing, the Monkeys had flown into the point of space, and I had just finished the second stanza.
I had kept the spell of holding running in the back of my mind, but it had been so very hard to keep concentrating on both that and the point of gravity before me. My hair had flickered around my vision, Monkey’s psychic wails screamed in my head, I had felt something rip from my face...
I then completed the third, and final, stanza.
The Singularity had collapsed, and I had as well.
I had fallen some twenty to thirty feet into the crater left behind by the spell, and I had seen at least one Monkey scrabbling up the sides of the pit to run from my fallen form. Thankfully, that was when I had heard my wristcomm activate again, and start beeping urgently about my health.
Some short time later, another hero had been dispatched to look in on me, and had brought me back to the hospital.
Later I was informed that what I had done was classified as an ‘Uncontrolled Breakthrough; Magical’ and was scheduled to attend a session on ‘Moderation of Magical Usage’.
I had also had to run by Icon to pick up a new eye patch, and repair several buttons on my vest that were now compressed to a spec of dust on that island.
But now I sit, writing down my new spell as I have before in these pages. At least I am secure in the knowledge that none but I know Syndan, which this is written in. So I leave this for today, to rest.
[The following is written in English, presumed to be sung.]
Sing!
Sing the song of Devastation!
Of strings of Fate,
And gravitation.
Sing before and sing of after,
Land and sky blend,
Until the after.
Sing of keeping until the end,
Songs of death
For enemy and for friend.
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