RP:Taking a chance

• RP: TAKING A CHANCE

• Place: Mages Training Center

As you enter this large room, you notice you are standing behind a clear wall of magic. On the other side are numerous mages using everything type of spell one can imagine. Fire bolts flying ice crystals all around, some even summoning great beasts of battle. None of the spells seem able to move outside the barely visible barrier, and you guess that is its main purpose. You see some of the mages are using quarterstaffs and pikes, trying to learn the art of combat to complement their mastery of the mystical. Others are very young, and this type of fighting is more to learn discipline, rather than excel their special abilities. This definitely must be the place people that come to actually practice and learn magic. Your only way to exit is down, or cross the barrier to the east. An old man suddenly appears next to you in a shimmer of gold, sparkling, light.

Vasha sits on a tree stump, forearms resting on her bent knee’s. A shaft of pallid sunlight penetrated the trees that surrounded her, it outlined Vasha’s beautiful, taut face in gold and makes the red highlights shimmer in her long sable hair. Her simple black clothing hugging her ample curves. Squinting her eyes against the days brightness, she thinks of all she has learned from the long forgotten book she found in the Mages Library and if she could make this type of magic work. Lacking the patience an older and wiser mage would have, she just couldn’t wait anymore to attempt a tattoo that would offer a slight protection to spells cast on the wearer, and nervous energy makes her restless to the point that the young woman couldn’t sit still. One quick nod of her head indicated her spur of the moment decision to go ahead and give it a try. Practically jumping from her seat she rushes down the path leading to the Mages tower, enters and makes her way upstairs, the sound of her boots echoing in the stairwell leading up to the training center. Wards set on the room were a safeguard against uncontrolled magic getting loose and hurting someone made it the perfect place to try out her spell. Entering the room she takes a seat at the small table set off to one side of the workroom and Vasha removes the supplies she would need from her bag and sets them on the worn tabletop; a bottle of black ink, needles, cloth’s, and the most important tool, her rune stone with which to focus her mage energies. Rolling up the sleeve to her shirt she takes a deep breath and expels it in one quick rush from her parted lips hoping to settle her nerves. Closing her eyes she centers herself and begins to draw on the magical energies deep inside her and pours them into the rune stone till it glows a bright green. Once that was completed her eyes snap open, eyes filled with a strange luminosity. She uncorks the ink jar then picks up a long needle ready to begin. Dipping it into the black ink after touching the tip to the powered up runes tone she takes it to the tender, pale skin on the back of her right hand, pricking it she tries not to wince at the sharp pain and she begins to softly chant the spell that would infuse the tattoo with protection from small spells once it was completed. Every word must be spoken properly for it to work. Back and forth her hand moves from the rune stone, then the ink jar to her hand and the tattoo slowly comes to life. Time seems to stand still for Vasha, but actually an hour goes by before she is finished with her hand. Reaching into her bag she removes a small mirror and murrmurs a spell and the mirror rises to hover just in front of the mages face. Pushing her dark hair from around her heart shaped face she begins the tattoo that when done will surround her left eye and with the hopes that it will allow her to see through illusions. Blocking her mind from the pain caused from placing a tattoo in so tender a spot she finishes it quicker then the one on her hand. Laying the needle down on the table she picks up the cloth and tenderly wipe’s away blood and excess ink to reveal a maze of lines ranging from thick to thin that make up a most pleasing shape covering her fingers, the back of her hand and ends slightly past her wrist. In an even softer touch she cleans up the area around her eye paying careful attention not to get any of the extra ink into it. The skin is a little swollen, something which will past with time as it heals. A pale glow, the color of grass in the spring eminates from the designs for a few minutes before they slowly fade from sight. “I hope this worked” she mumbles. The spell drained her more then she thought it would. “Now to find someone to cast a spell on me to see if it works.” Capping the ink back up Vasha carefully replaces it and the rest of her tools back into the bag. Desending the stairs she stumbles, almost as if she were drunk and just catches herself from tumbling head first to the bottom. Reaching up one shaky hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead she murmurs to herself, “It would be just my luck to break my neck.” Moving more slowly down the rest of the stairs, thoughts of food and a warm bed foremost in her mind she exits the Tower and heads back to the stump she had been sitting on earlier. Gingerly she lowers herself down and closes her eye's, her hand gropes around in her pouch for an apple which she makes short work of, the sweet juices running down her chin; a shakey hand reaches up and cleans away the juices. Not long after the urge to sleep is too much to fight and Vasha nods off before she knows it and the apple core drops from her hand to roll a short distance from her.