Post by Eshrael Oreldrin on Sept 22, 2008 23:44:38 GMT -5
Busying himself with adjusting and warming the few specific leaves and small branches, he did not perceive the newest student to arrive and take a seat. So unaware was he, that it still took a few seconds for his brain to register that someone was talking to him and never did he register the thunking of the boys bag. Without further hesitation, as he knew he was already looking quite lost, Eshrael raised his head, his eyebrows rising with it before relaxing back down a moment later, and began searching for the boy who pulled his attention. Luckily, the boy was right in front of him and saved him from becoming the visage of some lost boy in need of a guiding hand. “Ah… Hello… May the sun shine on you this day,” he said while trying to mask the surprise from his friendly voice and brandishing a smile. Noting that the young man did not seem to want a conversation he went back to giving his attention to the task he set for himself.
Having finally tended to the shroud of plants upon his desk, Eshrael decided to take a closer look at the rest of the plant life throughout his classroom. Picking up his staff as he stood, he walked to the nearest fauna, which happened to be near D’rorah as he overheard one of the boys saying, all the while making a solid but quiet thumping noise with every other step. The more focused the flowering tree grew as he drew closer, the more he noticed something strange was affecting the plant. The leaves and flowers were wilting but not in a natural way… something seemed to drain them of life instead of merely draining the moisture from them. Quickly, Eshrael searched his memory for a reason but as hard and thorough as he searched it was still a few long minutes before the smallest myth bubbled to the surface. It was a myth evolving around a girl named Sian and wherever she walked darkness or death had soon followed.
Unaware of his stance that so obviously revealed he was in deep thought, he was also unaware of the next student to enter the classroom. Mulling through his memories, Eshrael finally found a spell that would suffice but before he could begin, another student spoke up and snatched his attention away. Turning around, his dreadlocks sweeping through the air and over his right shoulder before resting in calm, he was thankful to find this student standing so that he did not have to search like someone looking for their glasses that were in their hand. With a welcoming smile he addressed the boy, “May the sun shine on you this day. Please, have a seat. Class will begin momentarily.” With his empty left hand he moved it through the air to direct the Slytherin’s attention to a few of the empty seats strewn about the classroom.
Turning once again, his leather soled shoes shuffling on the stone floor and his dreadlocks rolling over each other and falling back into their normal place, he faced the small tree once again before him. Pulling the spell from the abyssal depths of his memory once again, Eshrael cleared his mind and began… With a quiet and deep hum like the fading chime of a large bell, his voice filled the air; the vibrations traveling through his body and into the staff before stretching out across the floor without losing any volume. Setting his left hand onto the staff so that both hands where gripping the magical artifact underneath the quartz, he began to trace an invisible glyph upon the floor with the base of the oaken shaft. The closer he came to finishing the glyph, the more the crystal seemed to reflect light and a few runes along the staff seemed to glow. Having finished, his hum shifted to a slightly higher note and he let go of the staff but it remained floating in the upright position. Crafting the magic around him by creating symbols and signs with his hands, he cut the hum off with a firm but musically rhythmic “Dilgenter Defaeco Obscurum,” and immediately afterwards a thick, bright white fog began to roll out from the quartz within the staff and he began humming in an even deeper tone than the first though still resounding throughout the classroom unnaturally.
The fog began moving, crawling along the ground like a sentient fog elemental extending desperate hands to pull itself across the floor. The tendrils crept along the floor until every corner and niche of the stone floor could not be seen. The top of the mist rolled like waves upon the ocean with occasional wisps reaching up into the air as it slowly and gently sanctified the room from the otherworldly taint. Eshrael watched as the dense fog crept up like a vine upon the plant in front of him, covering every leaf and branch as it did the rest in the room. Seeing that the flowers once again held their full beauty, he let his hum dissipate slowly. Following the sound of the hum, the white fog began to lift up toward the ceiling, some of it clinging to a few of the students as it rose, evanescing more rapidly as it drew away from the students until it disappeared completely.
It was a complex spell known only to members of the Coven and was passed on through the generations of druids. The spell was designed to suppress a lingering darkness from an area of land where there had been a curse or an unpleasant death by means of 'reawakening' the light within the land and bringing balance. Unknown to the creators, the spell suppresses the effects of the Shadow Realm by drawing upon the light or inner purity of the caster. Because of this necessity, if the caster is affected by the Shadow in any way it is near impossible to cast; the only exception is if their heart is pure.
The effects suppressed range from a lingering darkness from near death experiences or the inner darkness of Shadow Warriors, the residual effects of being in the Shadow Realm, or the residual effects of curse spells. The spell effect is dependent upon the area and only affects those with the conditions above. Anyone with the conditions that entered into the area, or having been affected by the fog, would feel a cool water-like sensation as if they were slowly being submerged in water and then a tingling that quickly turned to numbness. When the fog is completely gone, or someone has been in the area for a few moments, the numbness is no longer felt and instead the person involved would feel like their life force were no longer being strangled, like their chi were no longer blocked, the aftermath of having your back cracked in a good way or the sense of a heavy burden being lifted from the soul.
However, it only suppresses the darkness and does not remove the gloom completely. If someone afflicted by the living darkness left the area, the effects of the shadow would slowly come back to full life. The effects of the spell are so highly addictive that the spell is only ever used in extreme situations. This situation unnerved Eshrael, however, causing him to use it until he figured out the cause behind the withering. Though to see the fog unwilling to leave a few of the students would have worried Eshrael and perhaps worried him to the point of cancelling class. Unfortunately, all of this was unbeknownst to him as he had been rhythmically moving his hands about in a myriad of patterns and signs; his focus lost to all but the plant that was in front of him.
Finished, and now feeling as if class should have already started, Eshrael casually turned to face his students as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Sensing the slight warmth on his chest, he knew that his amulet was still active and began speaking, his voice fluid and enticing. “May the sun shine on you all this day… and truly it shall to all who are here,” he said adding a small smile of friendliness to show his obvious appreciation of all the students who had shown up to ‘a most boring and bland’ Arithmancy class. “Most of you, I am sure, have already had at least some experience with Arithmancy and all of you have been affected by its power whether known or unbeknownst to you. However, I must ask, that all of you with preconceived ideas or concepts of Arithmancy, to set them aside or toss them away for a moment.” He let a pause break between his words as he walked back to the front of the classroom, to the right side of his desk so that the students had a moment to clear their minds and focus on him.
“The power of arithmancy is studied in three separate aspects. The most commonly studied is the focus on one’s self; similar in essence to astrology. The second is the focus on its relationship between you and another being or object; similar in essence to relationship horoscopes. The third, and least studied, is the focus of arithmancy’s power over the environment; also similar in essence to Feng Shui.” Pausing for another moment, Eshrael made his way to the other side of his desk before continuing. “In this class, I will show you advanced theories and concepts involving each of these different topics. You will learn how to defend yourself more effectively from magic, how to enhance your own spell casting abilities, and how to unite yourself and your environment to heighten your senses. First however, I must lay the foundation of earth before you are able to grow into the higher fields of understanding. But before I begin, I have a gift for you all.”
Turning away from the class, Eshrael walked around his desk and opened a drawer containing quite a few quills which he had forgotten to set on the desks. Wordlessly, he levitated enough of them into the air for each of the students. Opening another drawer, he found a stack of blank paper a previous professor had left behind; which Eshrael was thoroughly thankful for. Wordlessly levitating the paper into the air as well, he directed a piece of parchment and a quill to each of the students. The papers landed in open desk space in front of each of the students if it could, if it could not it, he directed them to settle on top of any open books or stack of books. The quills were specially designed to take notes in classes and so hovered over each of the students’ papers they had just received, waiting for the professor to begin speaking. The quills would write of their own accord in clear, legible handwriting and paraphrase and shorten the professor’s words. He was astounded when he heard of the design and bought forty of them even though they were costly; more costly than most would imagine. However, he wanted his students to learn; not to lose focus because they thought they needed to write absolutely everything down.
Stepping back around from his desk, Eshrael lifted his staff and swung it slowly towards the back wall in a silent Locomotor spell, causing his desk to lift slightly and move up against the wall under the chalk board before resting upon the cold floor. “Hmm… now where was I?” he pondered for a few seconds to recall what he had been talking about as he turned to face the students and continue. “Ah, yes!... When Mother Earth first birthed, before Father Oak even cast his first shade, there was an underlying magical essence imbued into every creation; within every living creature and inanimate object. This essence has a rhythm much like the vibrations of music. In fact, if we use music as a metaphor for all of creation then each individual creature or object is a note within the song of the universe, and each note has a specific vibration. Let me show you…”
Lifting his staff to his mouth with his left hand, Eshrael exhaled upon the crystal before performing four arcing movements and finishing by raising it into the air and lowering it straight back to the position it was in the beginning. Within four seconds a luminescent, vertical green line about four feet long appeared floating in the air next to him like a cut in reality. Eshrael scanned his eyes across the classroom for a brief moment before addressing them in a curious tone, “Before I begin, I must wonder, how many of you already know your personal power number, or rather, your character number in accordance with the standard letter numeric values?” He understood that most of the students here, if not all, would already have known their power number but he did not wish to leave any student lost and wondering. Not only that but his demonstration would be less effective if the person did not know their number and it may have a frightening effect for them.
Curiously and with an intrigued expression he waited patiently for the students to speak up. He would award points to each house depending upon participation but he planned to keep whom and for what reason secret. He merely would announce it at the end of class. Eshrael preferred it this way as he did not like the idea of a social ranking due to earning house points.
(ooc: I took some liberties for roleplay purposes. Let me know if I should change them. Also please use this website for figuring power numbers and for this arithmancy class.)
Having finally tended to the shroud of plants upon his desk, Eshrael decided to take a closer look at the rest of the plant life throughout his classroom. Picking up his staff as he stood, he walked to the nearest fauna, which happened to be near D’rorah as he overheard one of the boys saying, all the while making a solid but quiet thumping noise with every other step. The more focused the flowering tree grew as he drew closer, the more he noticed something strange was affecting the plant. The leaves and flowers were wilting but not in a natural way… something seemed to drain them of life instead of merely draining the moisture from them. Quickly, Eshrael searched his memory for a reason but as hard and thorough as he searched it was still a few long minutes before the smallest myth bubbled to the surface. It was a myth evolving around a girl named Sian and wherever she walked darkness or death had soon followed.
Unaware of his stance that so obviously revealed he was in deep thought, he was also unaware of the next student to enter the classroom. Mulling through his memories, Eshrael finally found a spell that would suffice but before he could begin, another student spoke up and snatched his attention away. Turning around, his dreadlocks sweeping through the air and over his right shoulder before resting in calm, he was thankful to find this student standing so that he did not have to search like someone looking for their glasses that were in their hand. With a welcoming smile he addressed the boy, “May the sun shine on you this day. Please, have a seat. Class will begin momentarily.” With his empty left hand he moved it through the air to direct the Slytherin’s attention to a few of the empty seats strewn about the classroom.
Turning once again, his leather soled shoes shuffling on the stone floor and his dreadlocks rolling over each other and falling back into their normal place, he faced the small tree once again before him. Pulling the spell from the abyssal depths of his memory once again, Eshrael cleared his mind and began… With a quiet and deep hum like the fading chime of a large bell, his voice filled the air; the vibrations traveling through his body and into the staff before stretching out across the floor without losing any volume. Setting his left hand onto the staff so that both hands where gripping the magical artifact underneath the quartz, he began to trace an invisible glyph upon the floor with the base of the oaken shaft. The closer he came to finishing the glyph, the more the crystal seemed to reflect light and a few runes along the staff seemed to glow. Having finished, his hum shifted to a slightly higher note and he let go of the staff but it remained floating in the upright position. Crafting the magic around him by creating symbols and signs with his hands, he cut the hum off with a firm but musically rhythmic “Dilgenter Defaeco Obscurum,” and immediately afterwards a thick, bright white fog began to roll out from the quartz within the staff and he began humming in an even deeper tone than the first though still resounding throughout the classroom unnaturally.
The fog began moving, crawling along the ground like a sentient fog elemental extending desperate hands to pull itself across the floor. The tendrils crept along the floor until every corner and niche of the stone floor could not be seen. The top of the mist rolled like waves upon the ocean with occasional wisps reaching up into the air as it slowly and gently sanctified the room from the otherworldly taint. Eshrael watched as the dense fog crept up like a vine upon the plant in front of him, covering every leaf and branch as it did the rest in the room. Seeing that the flowers once again held their full beauty, he let his hum dissipate slowly. Following the sound of the hum, the white fog began to lift up toward the ceiling, some of it clinging to a few of the students as it rose, evanescing more rapidly as it drew away from the students until it disappeared completely.
It was a complex spell known only to members of the Coven and was passed on through the generations of druids. The spell was designed to suppress a lingering darkness from an area of land where there had been a curse or an unpleasant death by means of 'reawakening' the light within the land and bringing balance. Unknown to the creators, the spell suppresses the effects of the Shadow Realm by drawing upon the light or inner purity of the caster. Because of this necessity, if the caster is affected by the Shadow in any way it is near impossible to cast; the only exception is if their heart is pure.
The effects suppressed range from a lingering darkness from near death experiences or the inner darkness of Shadow Warriors, the residual effects of being in the Shadow Realm, or the residual effects of curse spells. The spell effect is dependent upon the area and only affects those with the conditions above. Anyone with the conditions that entered into the area, or having been affected by the fog, would feel a cool water-like sensation as if they were slowly being submerged in water and then a tingling that quickly turned to numbness. When the fog is completely gone, or someone has been in the area for a few moments, the numbness is no longer felt and instead the person involved would feel like their life force were no longer being strangled, like their chi were no longer blocked, the aftermath of having your back cracked in a good way or the sense of a heavy burden being lifted from the soul.
However, it only suppresses the darkness and does not remove the gloom completely. If someone afflicted by the living darkness left the area, the effects of the shadow would slowly come back to full life. The effects of the spell are so highly addictive that the spell is only ever used in extreme situations. This situation unnerved Eshrael, however, causing him to use it until he figured out the cause behind the withering. Though to see the fog unwilling to leave a few of the students would have worried Eshrael and perhaps worried him to the point of cancelling class. Unfortunately, all of this was unbeknownst to him as he had been rhythmically moving his hands about in a myriad of patterns and signs; his focus lost to all but the plant that was in front of him.
Finished, and now feeling as if class should have already started, Eshrael casually turned to face his students as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Sensing the slight warmth on his chest, he knew that his amulet was still active and began speaking, his voice fluid and enticing. “May the sun shine on you all this day… and truly it shall to all who are here,” he said adding a small smile of friendliness to show his obvious appreciation of all the students who had shown up to ‘a most boring and bland’ Arithmancy class. “Most of you, I am sure, have already had at least some experience with Arithmancy and all of you have been affected by its power whether known or unbeknownst to you. However, I must ask, that all of you with preconceived ideas or concepts of Arithmancy, to set them aside or toss them away for a moment.” He let a pause break between his words as he walked back to the front of the classroom, to the right side of his desk so that the students had a moment to clear their minds and focus on him.
“The power of arithmancy is studied in three separate aspects. The most commonly studied is the focus on one’s self; similar in essence to astrology. The second is the focus on its relationship between you and another being or object; similar in essence to relationship horoscopes. The third, and least studied, is the focus of arithmancy’s power over the environment; also similar in essence to Feng Shui.” Pausing for another moment, Eshrael made his way to the other side of his desk before continuing. “In this class, I will show you advanced theories and concepts involving each of these different topics. You will learn how to defend yourself more effectively from magic, how to enhance your own spell casting abilities, and how to unite yourself and your environment to heighten your senses. First however, I must lay the foundation of earth before you are able to grow into the higher fields of understanding. But before I begin, I have a gift for you all.”
Turning away from the class, Eshrael walked around his desk and opened a drawer containing quite a few quills which he had forgotten to set on the desks. Wordlessly, he levitated enough of them into the air for each of the students. Opening another drawer, he found a stack of blank paper a previous professor had left behind; which Eshrael was thoroughly thankful for. Wordlessly levitating the paper into the air as well, he directed a piece of parchment and a quill to each of the students. The papers landed in open desk space in front of each of the students if it could, if it could not it, he directed them to settle on top of any open books or stack of books. The quills were specially designed to take notes in classes and so hovered over each of the students’ papers they had just received, waiting for the professor to begin speaking. The quills would write of their own accord in clear, legible handwriting and paraphrase and shorten the professor’s words. He was astounded when he heard of the design and bought forty of them even though they were costly; more costly than most would imagine. However, he wanted his students to learn; not to lose focus because they thought they needed to write absolutely everything down.
Stepping back around from his desk, Eshrael lifted his staff and swung it slowly towards the back wall in a silent Locomotor spell, causing his desk to lift slightly and move up against the wall under the chalk board before resting upon the cold floor. “Hmm… now where was I?” he pondered for a few seconds to recall what he had been talking about as he turned to face the students and continue. “Ah, yes!... When Mother Earth first birthed, before Father Oak even cast his first shade, there was an underlying magical essence imbued into every creation; within every living creature and inanimate object. This essence has a rhythm much like the vibrations of music. In fact, if we use music as a metaphor for all of creation then each individual creature or object is a note within the song of the universe, and each note has a specific vibration. Let me show you…”
Lifting his staff to his mouth with his left hand, Eshrael exhaled upon the crystal before performing four arcing movements and finishing by raising it into the air and lowering it straight back to the position it was in the beginning. Within four seconds a luminescent, vertical green line about four feet long appeared floating in the air next to him like a cut in reality. Eshrael scanned his eyes across the classroom for a brief moment before addressing them in a curious tone, “Before I begin, I must wonder, how many of you already know your personal power number, or rather, your character number in accordance with the standard letter numeric values?” He understood that most of the students here, if not all, would already have known their power number but he did not wish to leave any student lost and wondering. Not only that but his demonstration would be less effective if the person did not know their number and it may have a frightening effect for them.
Curiously and with an intrigued expression he waited patiently for the students to speak up. He would award points to each house depending upon participation but he planned to keep whom and for what reason secret. He merely would announce it at the end of class. Eshrael preferred it this way as he did not like the idea of a social ranking due to earning house points.
(ooc: I took some liberties for roleplay purposes. Let me know if I should change them. Also please use this website for figuring power numbers and for this arithmancy class.)