Thread: Playing the Game [ Chai & Razgriz ]

RE Playing the Game Ariamella Razgriz Ric snickered at her reaction it would be readily apparent that his words got to her, no matter how hard she tried to hide it. Hey now, words can hurt you know. Besides, it wasn't anything too graphic...If you like, I can show you the thoughts myself. he joked right back, amused by her attempts to verbally abuse him. Her heart wasn't in it, at least not yet. Besides, he was just enjoying his freedom. Oh, poor baby, she had to have people actually give a damn about her. He had that too at one point...But then the world decided to give him the middle finger, despite his best efforts to protect both the magic users and the 'normals'. And while it was true that not many mages lived in the Americas - the people here were far worse towards the arcane in the last hundred years than Europe had ever been in its history - the truth was Dregs often thrived here, and not even the Council could know where all of them were at one time. And he only knew this - though Stella wouldn't even have a clue - because many of his assignments had in fact been in this continent. Here, he had reduced thousands of monstrosities and 'enemies of the government' to ash...And if she were to ever take him into town, she might see just how far his reputation preceded him. Those facets aside, he just looked at her blandly as she teased him about the delicious tidbits. And you won't even buy me dinner first...What a rude hostess I have. he joked, grinning right afterwards honestly, it would be good practice for him, having been locked up for so long. And she might just appreciate how extensive he planned to make his wards. If she thought she was invisible before, by the time he was through he would make sure not even her father would be able to find her. Of course, he planned to have a special exit for himself and by extension Stella should things go sideways. But she wouldn't know that, or at the very least it would be hard to distinguish it from anything else in the household. But as she stood to leave, he just crossed his arms and sat back against the island fully, Well, hopefully you weren't planning on doing the outside first, because that's a surefire sign of an amateur basically giving someone a free pass to come right in. Shaking his head, he then added, Building wards is just like building a house. They need a solid foundation. If the base of your warding is no good, then your protection will crumble. And trust me, the warding in these walls need work too. So that's what we're going to be doing first Reinforce the foundation. Motioning his hand away from himself, she would find the door slammed shut behind her. Now then, we go to the cellar. Unless you don't feel like seeing my delicious tidbits anymore, I suggest you follow. was his next statement, his body starting to sink below into the floor before disappearing completely. Down below, he now stood in the middle of a small white-blue fire, which slowly faded to reveal his handiwork A six-pointed star surrounded by a hexagram circumscribed by two concentric circles, the space between them filled with unusual symbology. They were more ancient signs and markings, ones that many would consider 'dead'. However, there was much power in them if wielded properly, more so than the shortcuts that seemed to plague the current generation of mages. His visible eye, as well as the one hidden by the eyepatch he wore, glowed with an ethereal fiery energy along with the rest of his body. He then began to chant, his voice changing a little as he held his arms outstretched, possessing a more ancient booming quality Salamandra dabo a mihi ante oculos tuos. Lux excelsam radiantis flammae in, revelabit infirmitate et exponere vitia aut exuritur igni. Demonstrare vanitate tutela. Fundamentum et revelabo illis erroribus videant faciem vere provenisse monstratur. As he finished this little incantation, the radiance of his form seemed to intensify before rapidly expanding outward in a flash of blue fire. When the light settled, the house seemed to become semi-transparent, allowing Stella and Ric to see everything. Fire danced in various areas around the entire structure, detailing where the weakest points of magical barriers were. And she would see there were more than a few. Not a lot, but likely more than she would have suspected. Some were relatively minor, others not so much. But there was one room that was exceptionally well-warded He could only presume it was her bedchamber. As you can see, we have our work cut out for us...Or rather, I do, as you so eloquently put it. All these spots of flame you see are where mages are able to open the wards just enough to slip through. But it just so happens that I can make this house nearly impregnable...With the exception of you inviting someone you didn't want in, of course. he then added as a little jab towards her, the entire message being played through her mind. He didn't know what kind of woman she was exactly, but he had a feeling that she thought herself an excellent judge of character and didn't need any protection from anybody. That being said, I do need you step in this circle I made. Ric continued, looking downward to the protective ward he drafted into the stone foundation. It will key your resonance to the protections of this house and activate them fully while you are within its boundaries. You might feel a little tired afterward, since you're literally putting your 'essentia vitae' into the magic of this home, but it's one of the strongest and ironically least-known forms of magic there is. It will also allow you to build stronger wards atop and around them. He then held out his gloved hands towards her as if gesturing a sign of good faith, Just take my hands and repeat these words. And you have to mean it too, otherwise it won't be nearly as effective. He then gave her a small smirk, If it helps, just think of it as a means to keep any visitors I might want out of here. Since I'm sure you'll take even the slightest joy in cock-blocking me over and over again. Waiting for her to step in, he simply continued, You must repeat these words aloud, but you will hear them within the bounds of your mind. His voice then played in her word, the words carrying a rather heavy weight for belonging to what the normals considered a dead language. Obice antiquis, magicae tabellarius. Sit defluere vitae essentia. Dispergimini vitae mea essentia . Immittere magicae intra tot veterrimos tomes. Sprevisti omnes preter me confido quam proxime . Hoc est praeceptum meum . Reice occasionem eorum, qui volunt mihi mala!