[Toherro's] Introducing Death (Hathor)

[Hathor]

He felt a bit light headed as he sent a third acid sphere towards the wall, the second time he used his claw movement throwing it but the third he just stood there forming it out of thin air flying towards it.

He had to also work on not making any signs just letting the spells take over, if he was ever in a position where he could not use his body then at least he could still figure out how to cast spells given time.

He wanted to keep casting and learn different ones along mainly with seeing them but he was at his breaking point for now it felt like, he wanted to push past that line of saneness and just crazy but he did not know what would happened if he did it again and would not test it out.

He bowed to Amber turning to leave the room. How long did he stay there and when did he get in he asked himself. He would just come earlier, before he even got there this brightening he would be in this room. Waiting like any cat would for its toy.

He just had to keep the trigger close to his heart that was all. And that was his inner rage but he could not let others see what he felt, soon they would not.

[Amber Brightwing]

Hathor had been waiting for a while when Amber arrived. The door was pushed open seemingly by an invisible force, letting the Fae fly through. Under her something glistened, strands of something silvery and transparent whirling in a spheroid shape. It rolled forward a bit before a long arm grew out of it, closing the door behind the Fae. It merged back into the ball and rolled further placing itself under Amber again, the lower part flattening to form a base and the rest reaching upwards and ending in a chair for the Journeyman to sit in.

“You’re on time, good. Let’s get right to the interesting part shall we.” She grinned at the Katta. “The next spell is called Cloak of Shadows. It uses Alteration, reshaping the shadows around you to hide you from the naked eye. You need to have sufficient shadows available for the spell to work, though in more illuminated areas you’ll be easier spotted. Not that movement will make it easier for others to notice you.” With that said she waited for the Initiate to cast.

[Hathor]

He bowed as she came in the room, he really had no idea how she did what she did but maybe soon he would learn. He listened to her words as he started to do the normal steps of getting mad at life.

He had not been resting while he was waiting but using the empty room to clear his head and let his inner rage flood his senses so he would not keep her waiting long. It felt not right in a sense.

Soon the room became what it was last time, white auras of lights came upon the objects and Amber, The shadows in the room there were more then enough one would think as he pushed and pulled upon the mana and used the shadows as they slowly started to cover him like a cloak before warping around him.

[Amber Brightwing]

The Fae nodded approvingly. “Good.” If he’d look at himself he’d be able to see right through. Only moved he could see the vague contours of where his body was supposed to be.

“Now let’s take a look at another technique you’ve been imparted. Just like you can create spells you can undo them as well by Dispelling them. You pull apart the strands of Essences that make up the spell so that if falls apart and fizzles. Very useful for when you want to end the effects of one of your spells. Try Dispelling your Cloak of Shadows”

[Hathor]

Hathor just nodded, He really needed more work with this and just work learning and growing better. It still took him way to long to cast the most simple spells and even enter this state, he wanted to become better more then anyone alive.

To make them pay he would do anything it took.

In his mind he saw him pulling apart the outer lights and lines of the white light around him. Dispell was simple really, even to him. Soon the shadows just faded around him before they were just gone as he stood there watching her.

"How many things do I know, and I want to get better at casting as my speed time is just to slow for my taste." He said to her, hoping they would be done with this soon and he could go about learning even with her he would be honoured.

[Amber Brightwing]

Amber watched as his spell fizzled. Dispelling wasn’t that hard, but it still took enough time not to be that reliable to use as a defence in combat. It could be a lot more difficult when trying to get rid spells by mages from other spheres or even more accomplished mages. Spells above his level would even be impossible.

“Right now, practice is what you need to get better. You should be able to about halve the time needed to get into Clara by the time you’re ready for the next step. You’ll need several Eras if you ever want to get to the point where you’ll get to the point where you can start casting at a reasonable speed, and only if you show the needed dedication to your sphere.”

“So, lets try out another spell. This one is called Impotence and it’s an example of Evocation, using the Essences in their most raw form. You can try it out on yourself as well.” The Fae waited for him to cast. Impotence didn’t sound like it was something to use on yourself like Cloak of Shadows, but it seemed as if he’d had to do so nonetheless.

As soon as he’d have cast he’d feel his body going limp. He fell to the floor and it would require all his strength to just lift his arm a little. The Fae simply seemed to wait with no intention of undoing the spell. She had after all just showed him the Dispel technique.

[Hathor]

Hathor slowly closed his eyes putting his rage in the spell, it felt like a shadow pale hand rammed into his heart and soul pulling out the life of him as he fell to the ground, weak was a word that did not mean anything as this felt so past it. His mind shocked by the power of this simple spell would it work on everyone like him?

He did not have time to think that, he was worried that he would die from this spell as he shut his eyes thinking about the power to dispell it like he did with the cloak of shadows. Just pull the threads apart that was all.

The threads around him were slowly breaking apart as they were he was getting more and more tired for some reason until the spell broke but he did not feel better but blacked out.

He was dreaming, running to a light that kept going out of his reach, always running it felt like before he woke with a start, he was standing over seeing a red lake. It was slowly turning black like death before all went black.

[Amber Brightwing]

He wouldn’t die from this spell. In fact, if he had dispelled it he would have felt as if nothing had happened. Necromancy had several unhealthy offensive spells, but some were merely uncomfortable. Instead of dispelling it he chose to pass out however, not something the spell itself could have accomplished as it merely disabled physically for a while.

The Fae wouldn’t go easy on him just because he fainted though. She’d had experienced worse while her Master stood by idle. Not that she’d let him die, but – staying in the spirit of her own education – she wouldn’t stop him from getting hurt a little. His spell was quickly dispelled and without much pause she threw in a spell of her own. Pain was simple enough. It should be a sufficient mental poke to wake up the dozing Katta and bring him back to the order of the day.

Pain
Through Divination feelings of pain and hurt are transferred into the targets mind, making him feel hurt and suffering without actually damaging his body in any way.

[Hathor]

He quickly opened his eyes yelling in pain as he held his head before it quickly left his body. He knew this would not be easy but this was getting to be something else but he still had to do it, he had to get better and better no matter what.

"Let me guess no sleeping on the job." He said as he looked at her, his rage pointed at her as he tried calling forth another spell. His rage was there yet his mind just could not do it without waiting, how he hate waiting for the most small things of life.

"How many spells can one cast before they can not cast anymore in a single period?" He asked unsure if he was close to his limit and what would happened if he pushed past it with arcana.

[Amber Brightwing]

The Fae stared blankly in front of her for a short moment as she quickly hurried back into Clara. After a few seconds her face turned into a questioning frown when she finally started thinking about his enquiry. She would have sworn she had given the answer to this yesterday after he had cast his third spell. “Three spells a day. Generally a good nights rest is all it takes to recover, though I’d be careful with casting all three in the evening and emptying your Vis reserves in one go the next morning. As far as sleeping goes, let’s just say I have better things to do then watch sleeping Katta.” She gave him a sweet and innocent smile.

There was a knock at the door. It was opened and one of the other wannabe students pushed a shackled man was inside. He gave Amber a curt nod before closing it again after him. “It seems you’re in luck and you’ll have a target to try out your next spell.” She grinned widely. “Not that you escaped it’s effect. You’ll be casting the very same spell I just cast on you. It’s simply called Pain and it uses the technique called Divination. This technique is mostly used to establish mental links or transfer feelings.” She gestured to the chained man that stood there, waiting. He might have protested, but the gag in his mouth prevented him from doing so verbally and with the way he was chained he couldn’t do more then stumble around a bit.

[Hathor]

The steps were getting easy to him as he called forth his inner rage as he looked at the chained man, how he hated humans they all should be killed he thought as he begin to put as much mana as he could into this last spell.

He wanted his rage to cut though the skull of the man, to act like a thousands hot daggers stabbing over and over inside his skull down his spine in the deepest inner organs.

As he watched as the man moved his body in pain he looked at Amber. "What spells can kill a person and when do I learn them?" He asked his voice having a very nice happy tone as if they were talking about what went on in the city over tea.

[Amber Brightwing]

As the spell hit, some muffled screams came from the man and he fell to his knees, slumping on the ground and eventually curling into a foetal position. There weren’t much worse existences then a testing subject in a cult like this one. Aside from killing, Necromancy could keep people alive for quite some time as well. The difference with Thaumaturgy was that it was necessarily beneficial for the victim. When his question came, the Fae smiled deviously.

“You already know one. An Acid Sphere to the face tends to be very effective. Even hitting chest of gut generally ends up with the target dying. For more subtle spells or ones that don’t require you to aim as much you’ll need a Journeyman level to kill a healthy target. Apprentice spells might weaken it greatly or kill weakened subjects though.” The reply was in a simple, conversational tone. Killing people was what Necromancy did best after all.

Once all his questions had been answered he’d be told to come back the next day for the last spell in his repertoire. Five techniques and five spells. Perhaps not a huge quantity, but they did cover a wide array of possibilities. The door would be drawn close behind them and locked, leaving the chained man on the cold floor. He’d be needed again the next day.

***

After a short greeting, the Fae wouldn’t waste much time on pleasantries and get right to the order of the day. “Show me your hand.” A simple order, and while it didn’t bode well it was not to be contested.

As soon as a paw was offered, her Spirit Minion would be put into action. A tendril shot forward enveloping the paw. At first there would merely be the cool touch of the spirits, immediately followed by a stingy pain. If he’d look at his paw he’d see a red line across the palm. Amber had ordered the spirits to form a very thin blade and – while not as strong as a regular blade – it was able to make an superficial cut in flesh without much trouble.

“The next spell is called Drain Life. It uses the fifth shaping technique, Abjuration. It draws the life energy out of a target and adds it to your own, enabling the body to heal itself.” Technically, wounding the target was not needed for this. In fact it only made the accessing of Clara more difficult. Aribeal had done the same thing back when she had started however and the extra challenge could only help as a more intense training.

[Hathor]

He woke with a start as he laid there, his breaths were coming in and out faster then normal, his nightmares attacked him every time almost he slept for long. Humans how they wanted him dead after a certain age to sell his fur. How he wanted them all to die, they were all evil evey last one of them.


After a small meal at the White Night’s Drink he made his way back to his training room, after there greeting she told him what to do and showed him as well, he was a bit shocked that such a small cut could be made with no sign on action, even a small cut could kill if one took time and thought and if they could cut fast.

He just looked at the sad pitiful man chained and bound, his life was over HAthor knew that and so did the man it seemed in his glaze. How the mighty fall he thought as he closed his cat like fist before moving quickly hitting the man in the lower part of the jaw sending him to the ground even more.

He knew he had to use the man for spells but she never said he could not lash out with his anger by blows, his anger slowly awaking as he glared coldly at the man.

"They are all the same in the end, all the same and should all have the same fate." He said after awhile of letting his rage build inside him, He played with the vis and ara forming and shaping mana to a spell, thinking about life drain as he watched the man with his cat like eyes.

After a bit he cast the spell yet it did not work like he wanted, the spell itself worked feeling himself healed as the cut on his paw slowly left but the man had no cuts on himself.

He failed...two more chances to get this right...

Sharp and thin...Sharp and thin like a blade. He taped into Clara once more as he kept thinking of making the spell sharp and thin, his target on the man was his right pulse on the side of his neck, he wanted to cut it even a small cut there could prove bad if one would let it bleed for long.

A blade with small teeth formed in his mind, it was like a leech he thought as he slashed in his head at the man, a small red line formed but no blood just a small scratch almost as he felt a bit more life flow in his veins.

It worked somewhat but his clara state failed as he watched the man, he was now waiting for Amber to tell if he passed or not. It was not a cut but some form of a cut.

[Amber Brightwing]

No cut appeared on the mans hand, but that didn’t necessarily meant he failed. He could try over and over again, but none of the times a cut would appear as the spell didn’t really transfer the physical wounds. It merely stole away some of the targets health that was then used to heal the caster body. Before the Katta could get into Clara a second time he was interrupted by his teacher. “Good, that will be all. If you still have questions on something you can always ask them, but from here you’ll mostly need lots of practice to better your casting.”

If no more questions came she’d open the door and gesture he could leave the room. Today’s teaching was over. He could still cast two more spells for practice of course, but unless he specifically asked guidance he would be training them on his own.

[Hathor]

Hathor thought about what she said, thinking of what more he could cast, maybe two acid spheres one to his gut the other to his neck that did sound fun but he would not kill the man just yet at least.

"Where can I go to practice alone? Any slave pits or so I do not feel like killing the person just yet due to he is not mine." Once she answered his question then he would leave and he would be done ready to move on.