Magic
Magic Name: Aspect of Spirits
Magic Type: Summoning/Solitary Benefit
Description:
The Art of the Aspect: To wield her magic is quite simple as she drags her foot against the ground, whispers the True Name of the Spirit she wishes to summon and then begin the whispers. Foreign words of long forgotten languages that have turned into a lullaby of sorts for the woman. Then comes the still silence as a portal bearing a silver hex symbol flickers mid-air..and something steps forth. There seems to be strange malevolence radiating from its' presence, this is something from the normal world. Its flickers second by second as if taking a breath, it too is a stranger in Valka's world.
The strengths of this magic lay in its' flexibility. As long as Valka has the energy and ability to vocalize her intentions, Spirits will come forth. There have been more than a few cramped spaces that Valka has managed to find herself in only to summon forth a burst of black feathers capable of cutting through stone. However, her voice is also her weakness, without it, she cannot ask her favors. Or if she finds herself out of the energy to break through to this realm.
Unique Abilities:
Name: Talon of Morte
Rank: D
Grade: Normal
Linked Equipment: N/A
Melee Damage: 5
Summon HP:50
Range: 15
Speed: 30 Meters per Second
Duration: Four Posts
Downside: Decreases Valka's speed by 25%, however it does boost her stamina by 25%.
Description: Odd. Would be an apt word to describe this summon. So many others of her 'kind' that share the ability to summon call upon the full corporal forms. She isn't as fortunate, or perhaps it's looking at with a glass half full perspective. Once her summon hops through the portal its' excitement is palpable, as the claws of a crow nearing the size of large horse in length and width scratch against the earth. No feather body is attached to these claws, its' movements are hesitant, relying on Valka's commands and its own sense of touch to explore this new world. Yet, these disembodied talons are as fierce as the predator that would be attached to them once its set upon a juicy 'grub' wriggling in the dirt before the summoner.
Name: Motre's Flock
Rank: D
Grade: D
Linked Equipment: (To be determined)
Melee Damage: 5
Summon HP:50
Range: 60 Meters
Speed: 60 Meters
Duration: Four Posts
Downside: If the white raven is directly struck, the flock is instantly dispelled and sent back to the other side.
Description: Ever see a flock of ravens take flight all at once? The rasp of wings, cawing and the unnatural intelligence that lurks behind beady black eyes. Yet, there is one single crow within the feathery storm that cocks it head at challengers with clear defiance. A small bit of Corvois's 'soul' sneaking into the mortal world as if wanting to witness for himself the changes that have taken place. To strike at the darker crows would be like passing through a shade, for it is the white feathered crow that is the 'heart' of this spell.
Magic Name: Aspect of Spirits
Magic Type: Summoning/Solitary Benefit
Description:
- Background:
- Dreams, nightmares all these things are common for young children to experience. However, Valka's dreams were far from dreams of eating candy as big as her head or petting some mythical creature. It always began with her waking in a dark forest, then came the whispers. Voices speaking in a tongue she could not recognize. Some nights were mere gruff masculine notes, others were lullaby-like feminine tones, still no strangers appeared to her. Only their whispered words and scuff of shoes against dirt were the noises that followed her. The same dream came week after week, year after year. In fact, it was becoming quite dull for the curious girl, until it all changed on her sixteenth birthday. She fell into her familiar dream, but something was different, there was an opening in the trees. There was an end to the path.
It here that she would make the acquaintance of a being known as Corvois. The creature took shape of a massive raven. As tall as the oak tree that Valka peered up at before startling backwards as massive claws came crashing down in front of her. Beady black eyes stared into silver ones before its' massive orange peak lightly brushed a strand of hair from the frightened girl's forehead.
"Do you plan on eating me?" Valka asked in a shaking voice as this was creature that had watched her from afar all these years. Perhaps waiting for the young girl to gain a bit more meat on her bones. The creature let out a hoarse 'laugh' it was like the mocking calls of ravens that picked over scavenged remains, but there was something far more human with its rise and fall in pitch. That was little comfort to hear.
"No, little Valka. I would like to ask you a favor. You see, I cannot wander from my tree, and I have begun to miss my little comforts that I fear are long since forgotten by your kind. So, few visit me now that I haven't had the chance to ask this. Will you help me?" Corvois rasped as the girl's expression turned thoughtful. She, herself was a quite the collector of little trinkets as her cramped room would attest.
"How can I help you?"
Those words would forever change her path forward in life. As soon as she found the brass windchime in the antique shop, its' tone reminded her so much of the bird's laugh. Yet as soon as her fingers touched it, magic burst forth from the object. Or so she thought, no. It was from her. She could be the bridge between this world..and THAT world. So began her journey under the gentle wing of Corvois, his rasping words would lead her from her home village. Finding the remains of ancient relics of the long-forgotten spirit to decorate his tree with.
If only other Visitors to her Dreams were as patient with their requests. Yet, power was at her call as her magic curled inward waiting to break forth through the realities of the normal realm. All she had to do was ask, or a few favors.
The Art of the Aspect: To wield her magic is quite simple as she drags her foot against the ground, whispers the True Name of the Spirit she wishes to summon and then begin the whispers. Foreign words of long forgotten languages that have turned into a lullaby of sorts for the woman. Then comes the still silence as a portal bearing a silver hex symbol flickers mid-air..and something steps forth. There seems to be strange malevolence radiating from its' presence, this is something from the normal world. Its flickers second by second as if taking a breath, it too is a stranger in Valka's world.
The strengths of this magic lay in its' flexibility. As long as Valka has the energy and ability to vocalize her intentions, Spirits will come forth. There have been more than a few cramped spaces that Valka has managed to find herself in only to summon forth a burst of black feathers capable of cutting through stone. However, her voice is also her weakness, without it, she cannot ask her favors. Or if she finds herself out of the energy to break through to this realm.
Unique Abilities:
- Ability 1:Blood Rites: The cost of her magic goes down by a mere 5% when she suffers injuries in combat.
- Ability 2:
- Ability 3:
Name: Talon of Morte
Rank: D
Grade: Normal
Linked Equipment: N/A
Melee Damage: 5
Summon HP:50
Range: 15
Speed: 30 Meters per Second
Duration: Four Posts
Downside: Decreases Valka's speed by 25%, however it does boost her stamina by 25%.
Description: Odd. Would be an apt word to describe this summon. So many others of her 'kind' that share the ability to summon call upon the full corporal forms. She isn't as fortunate, or perhaps it's looking at with a glass half full perspective. Once her summon hops through the portal its' excitement is palpable, as the claws of a crow nearing the size of large horse in length and width scratch against the earth. No feather body is attached to these claws, its' movements are hesitant, relying on Valka's commands and its own sense of touch to explore this new world. Yet, these disembodied talons are as fierce as the predator that would be attached to them once its set upon a juicy 'grub' wriggling in the dirt before the summoner.
- Rake:
Name: Rake
Rank: D
MP Cost:
Category: Offensive
Type: Single Target
Damage: 5
Range: Five Feet
Speed: 20 Meters per Second
Duration: One Post
Downside:
Description: The disembodied claws snatch outward with surprising speed as if a human would reach out to grip something. Now if only it were manicured nails trying to reach you instead of arm-length silver talons intent of carving flesh from bone.
- Tyrant:
Name: Tyrant (Passive)
Rank: D
MP Cost: 20
Category: Defensive
Type: Area of Effect
Damage: N/A
Range: 5 meters
Speed: 5 meters per second
Duration: Two Posts
Downside: NA
Description: If was ever possible for a bird to throw a 'tantrum', these claws put on an ardent display as its' talons rake into the surface to throw the material around it in a flurry of claws. Best used in nature to allow the claws to kick up a small sandstorm of sorts to bewilder those caught its' rampaging path. Reducing the speed of opponents for 25% for a single turn.
Name: Motre's Flock
Rank: D
Grade: D
Linked Equipment: (To be determined)
Melee Damage: 5
Summon HP:50
Range: 60 Meters
Speed: 60 Meters
Duration: Four Posts
Downside: If the white raven is directly struck, the flock is instantly dispelled and sent back to the other side.
Description: Ever see a flock of ravens take flight all at once? The rasp of wings, cawing and the unnatural intelligence that lurks behind beady black eyes. Yet, there is one single crow within the feathery storm that cocks it head at challengers with clear defiance. A small bit of Corvois's 'soul' sneaking into the mortal world as if wanting to witness for himself the changes that have taken place. To strike at the darker crows would be like passing through a shade, for it is the white feathered crow that is the 'heart' of this spell.
- Feathered Favor:
Name: Feathered Favor
Rank: D
MP Cost: 20
Category: Defensive
Type: Single Target
Damage: NA
Range: Self
Speed: 10 Meters
Duration: Three Posts
Downside:
Description: The flock as if a single entity that has been scattered to the winds surround Valka as a living shield. Instead of hitting the summoner directly, the foes will have to cut through wing and beaks. This can withstand 30 HP worth of damage.
- Fallen Flock:
Name: Fallen Flock
Rank: D
MP Cost: 20
Category: Offensive
Type: Burst
Damage: 40 HP
Range: 15 Meters
Speed: 15 Meter per second
Duration: One Post
Downside: The Summon will vanish after using this spell.
Description: Anger. The emotion radiates from the flock as its fades into nothing for the briefest second. Only to have a small portal appear underneath their chosen target, by the time the ground shifts but the slightest, claws, beaks and impossibly razor-sharp feathers of the flock torrent around the target. As vicious as a pack of wolves trying to pull away at flesh from a corpse. Intent of leaving their mark once they too are gone from the world for a time.