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dragonmount) wrote in aionlogs2022-07-28 09:00 pm
OPEN
WHO: Rand & you!
WHAT: Event aftermath
WHERE: Greentruth and Godsblood
WHEN: Late Soviseri to early Firaseri
WARNINGS: Will add as needed
WHAT: Event aftermath
WHERE: Greentruth and Godsblood
WHEN: Late Soviseri to early Firaseri
WARNINGS: Will add as needed
GODSBLOOD
[ he lays low.
after vaeka's execution is prevented, after things start to quiet, he risks one trip to the building where he'd been living. he isn't there long: enough to check on eleanor (and dodge questions about the fading bruises on his face), enough to speak to the person he rents from, and enough to vacate his apartment. he doesn't return there. he doesn't visit any of his usual haunts, before or after the kenoma leave the city, nor any of the handful of places that'd gotten used to giving him odd jobs. the idea is to effectively vanish, and he does a decent job of that.
if asked, he isn't totally unavailable, especially to fellow aions. he's avoiding the kenoma, yes, but he's just as much avoiding the godsblood locals who know him. so: if asked, he'll admit he can be found at ernesto's. and he's not unwilling to meet people in the city, either, so long as they avoid some of the more populated areas at busy times. caution isn't his native language, but it's one even he can use sometimes. ]
GREENTRUTH
[ once things settle further, once the kenoma envoy finally leaves godsblood, he starts chancing trips back to greentruth. carefully, of course; after however vaeka was found out, they have to tread carefully. and the safe haven in the forest is more important than ever, now that the regent has seen fit to remind them that godsblood is technically under their domain. he'd never do anything to jeopardize it.
more saliently, after getting stabbed in the leg by a surprisingly strong girl and her huge magic scythe, getting around isn't as easy as it usually would be, even with healing. those with an ability to use or see magic predating their arrival in horos might notice, at moments, the faint glow of a weave wrapped around his bad leg. he only uses it while standing still, mostly — the logistics of getting this small magic to move with him when he walks aren't currently in his skillset — but it helps him be more stable on his feet than he really is. and he's here, after all, to work.
he still offers instruction in archery and related skills, can be easily found carving bows and fletching arrows (sitting, usually) or else correcting stances and generally providing advice for anyone who wants to learn. his own lessons in swordplay unfortunately likely have to wait till he's better, but that doesn't mean he never wanders over to borrow a training blade and...you know, start getting ideas. recent experiences in godsblood might have made the prospect of becoming a swordsman more painful, but not enough to stop him.
but maybe the real difference is that now, not infrequently, he practices channeling. usually some safe distance from more populated areas, but not impossible to find, he'll find somewhere to sit and — those aforementioned with an ability to see the Power will be able to notice a swirl of light and darkness around him. those who can't will only be able to see the effects of his channeling. he likely looks strange, often frowning at his hands before,
an orb of light appears between them, floating through thin air,
or a gust of wind blows around the area, (though hopefully not too violently? but also: no promises. weirdly, no matter how violent the gust, his hair and clothes stay completely unruffled),
or thunder seems to rumble overhead, briefly,
or, just maybe, he accidentally shoots off a fireball in your direction.
in any of the more dangerous cases, he'll scramble to his feet hastily, wincing, and dispel the magic with frantic apologies. see: ]
Sorry! I'm sorry. I didn't see you there.
WILDCARD
[ hmu if you'd like to plan something! the intent is for this post to be a catch-all for the month of august. ]
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If the lands of the Fey had operated on such different rules -- Roles, in fact -- and the Hells in all of their layers had their own -- wouldn't it be that a land like this had their own? ]
It's like Light and Sorcery are one. Where I'm from, Light is...ineffective with most magics, at best. Unless one is Named, of course.
[ There's a pause, then. ] But your magic is similar to my own. You must only grasp it, and weave it as you will.
Once I saw Catherine open a portal to a lake, and drown an entire army with her power, do you think you could do so?
[ Catherine was...an amateur. It had clearly been the Hierophant's idea.
Akua had absolutely not said some of the things she could do. For a reason. ]
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[ about grasping, weaving magic. and what a relief it is that akua understands, finds it familiar. it gives him hope for learning something about how to better use the Power, here in horos.
as for her question, he considers that scenario with a faint frown. since traveling is a lost art in his world, since he doesn't know his attunement with the pleroma is soon to grow, he says, ]
I don't know about portals. [ then, shrugging, ] But I think I could drown an army. Or burn one.
[ thinking about queen eldrene as he says that one. ]
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[ She sounds surprised, actually. That is the level of a single named, perhaps. They could weave through an army, but it would cost them. She knew it would cost her to do so. Perhaps it would Rand, as well, but it's still mightily impressive.
With her gift, she could likely do it, with a grand working -- but it would take time and an unskilled, unnamed commander. One of Catherine's armies, or one of the ones Procer had put forward? No. They had been forced to be smarter, faster, more adept. Creative. It had taken so much out of Catherine when she'd pulled the lake through the portal, that Akua had been forced to take over.
And that was with Masego's help. ]
Then you have the potential for great power. We will have to make sure you use it wisely.
[ And it's all the more nerve-wracking, that he hadn't before. ]
I suppose, I should ask you to do something for me, so I can see what you're really made of. Something big.
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I caused the Breaking, [ he reminds her. she couldn't possibly have the full context for that, not growing up in the wake of such destruction, but she'll understand. lews therin did these things, but rand has no less ability to channel than he had. ] I created a volcano where there'd been nothing but an open plain. I needed to be born with enough power to seal away the incarnation of all evil, or there's no point to me.
[ so maybe it's not surprising when he breathes out, and says, ]
Big, but safe to do in Greentruth?
[ there are, like, people living here. ]
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There were differences from their worlds, perhaps in general. It was to be...expected, she supposed. ]
Yes, big but safe to do here.
No making any mountains, you hear? I'd hate to be the one who guided you to do that.
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the sky darkens overhead. and the cloud directly above them, now pitch black, erupts in lightning.
however. against all reason, the lightning storm stays entirely in the sky, electricity arcing from cloud to cloud instead of hurtling to the earth. when, after a time, he lets the Power go, the entire thing slowly dissipates, revealing blue skies again. he hasn't broken a sweat. ]
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She looked up at the sky, expecting rain, almost -- but Rand hadn't sacrificed anyone, so she would hardly expect it.
Weather magic on a large scale, after all, would require bloodletting to work -- as they in the deserts of Praes knew all too well. ]
Impressive. [ She said, curious. ] I notice your control has improved more than I expected.
Can you maintain it with distraction?
[ She asked, before there's a whip of wind, blowing leaves into Rand's face -- an errant stick or rock -- and the ground beneath him starts to sink, as she starts to draw him in. }
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he'd been idly sending more Power into the sky, sending clouds scudding, when akua asks her question. and it takes him a minute to clock it, actually. or maybe more to the point, to recognize that she intends to find out right here and now. so the stick, and leaves, do smack him in the face, and he yelps, his concentration breaking. saidin leaves him, and he scrambles to avoid getting sucked into the ground. ]
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And stopped. She smiled, and looked up at the sky. ]
Rand, we really need to work on that. How are you going to fight someone if you can't even hold up to a little distraction? You don't think they're going to sit there and let you go, are you?
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[ is said maybe a little too sharply as his footing steadies, and he catches his breath. if the kenoma were willing to do that, they would never have managed to hold him in that prison. the problem had only partly been the use of his hands; amos had figured out that a good knock to the head was more than sufficient to break his concentration.
and that'd made him weak. he's bitter as much as he's self-ware of it. of course he knows that this is a problem. ]
That's what I'm out here for.
[ that, among his other failings with channeling. ]
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Don't worry, I know. We all have...adjustments to make, to our way of doing business here.
I, for one, am not used to conducting my affairs so... blind to the outcome. Normally, I have a reasonable level of confidence, just due to the factors that led to the event, but here... there's no weight to anything.
Terribly random. [ A wave of her hand, as she forced the digression. ]
Perhaps I can help? Play distraction, while you try to channel, so we can improve together?