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prismatica2019-05-18 10:11 pm
gwenhwyfar) wrote in prismatica2019-05-18 10:11 pm
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I don't like these things.
[ She is a young, ghostly-looking teenaged girl, dressed oddly for some. Gwenhwyfar, if anyone notices, looks a little worn out. She would rather speak to someone in person than this bizarre method of scrying. No thanks from an impromptu departure, here she is, in all of her glory, hunkered down in the forest. Surprise. ]
And this doesn't mean I'll become dependent on it, either.
[ Her sulking changes dramatically, to something more regal, after Gwenhwyfar scoffing at herself and rolling her eyes. It's been a while since she's bothered to introduce herself properly. ]
My name is Gwenhwyfar. I come from a place where mortals, immortals, and... beings that are not human. Which, by the way, I am not. Only half... A Nephilim. If anyone wants to take issue with that, spare me your disgust and don't speak with me. However, before I find myself in another tussle, to put it mildly, this is not about that.
I was raised by a very powerful and knowledgeable archdruid -- Myrddin Wylt if anyone knows of him. The strongest of my kind. He raised me in the ways of becoming a druidess, even old magic. He taught me... the best way to survive is to acquire knowledge from the world and others around you. Like now.
[ Not mentioning the fact that her teacher was also a mad hermit in the woods, but hey. ]
I seek answers. There exists a very powerful object in my world... the Otherworld, actually. Said to be plenty, bring fortune and prosperity to kings that can obtain it. Even raise the dead and it has.
It's- [ She stops herself from elaborating further about it. ]
No, that would not be wise... I will say no further that only someone pure of heart can bring it back, allegedly. And despite the promises that it will bring, whoever seeks it will go mad and I've seen that first hand. The dead that spring from it are corrupted and not able to find rest. Something like this... it does not belong in the hands of anyone, only the gods. Yet, as it exists in the land of the gods, it is not out of the question to find a doorway to it.
I wish to seal it away. I want to close any portals or doors to it. It isn't a frivolous matter of glory or nobility, it's to spare a life. Many lifes. So I ask anyone that practices magic that knows their magic well to give me your knowledge. I offer my own knowledge in return, the knowledge of generations of what many think has died out in return, my people's knowledge. Britons, Ordovices, Celts... whatever you would like to call us.
I hope that is a simple request, despite the specifics.
[ She is a young, ghostly-looking teenaged girl, dressed oddly for some. Gwenhwyfar, if anyone notices, looks a little worn out. She would rather speak to someone in person than this bizarre method of scrying. No thanks from an impromptu departure, here she is, in all of her glory, hunkered down in the forest. Surprise. ]
And this doesn't mean I'll become dependent on it, either.
[ Her sulking changes dramatically, to something more regal, after Gwenhwyfar scoffing at herself and rolling her eyes. It's been a while since she's bothered to introduce herself properly. ]
My name is Gwenhwyfar. I come from a place where mortals, immortals, and... beings that are not human. Which, by the way, I am not. Only half... A Nephilim. If anyone wants to take issue with that, spare me your disgust and don't speak with me. However, before I find myself in another tussle, to put it mildly, this is not about that.
I was raised by a very powerful and knowledgeable archdruid -- Myrddin Wylt if anyone knows of him. The strongest of my kind. He raised me in the ways of becoming a druidess, even old magic. He taught me... the best way to survive is to acquire knowledge from the world and others around you. Like now.
[ Not mentioning the fact that her teacher was also a mad hermit in the woods, but hey. ]
I seek answers. There exists a very powerful object in my world... the Otherworld, actually. Said to be plenty, bring fortune and prosperity to kings that can obtain it. Even raise the dead and it has.
It's- [ She stops herself from elaborating further about it. ]
No, that would not be wise... I will say no further that only someone pure of heart can bring it back, allegedly. And despite the promises that it will bring, whoever seeks it will go mad and I've seen that first hand. The dead that spring from it are corrupted and not able to find rest. Something like this... it does not belong in the hands of anyone, only the gods. Yet, as it exists in the land of the gods, it is not out of the question to find a doorway to it.
I wish to seal it away. I want to close any portals or doors to it. It isn't a frivolous matter of glory or nobility, it's to spare a life. Many lifes. So I ask anyone that practices magic that knows their magic well to give me your knowledge. I offer my own knowledge in return, the knowledge of generations of what many think has died out in return, my people's knowledge. Britons, Ordovices, Celts... whatever you would like to call us.
I hope that is a simple request, despite the specifics.
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[ BOY YOU ARE LUCKY SHE'S OVER HERE, FAR FROM HER. ]
Aside from me literally breaking you in half? [ She is a half-demon, after all, and is assured in her strength. Mostly. She scoffs, rolling her eye as she pulls herself up from a sitting position. A display of her demonic abilities when she's tired and annoyed like this is risky.
Druids don't do magic for a show like this that each spell and incantation comes with a devotion to a god. It's not a matter of pride, but defending her faith. And asking for good strength of a god to stay in good standing with her gods is a good idea. Rather than argue further... ]
Andedion uediiumi diiiuion risun artiu Mapon.
[ She ignores him, her frustration and pain that clung to her were driven out of her mind, replaced with intent, drawing from the earth around her. A light rustle of leaves and dirt, Gwenhwyfar's magic isn't the fire associated with the moon but with the world around her. It rises up, quickly, gentle and brightly gleaming as much as Gwenhwyfar's faith gleamed inside of her. She doubts that this will shut him up but it's something she does to comfort herself.
And as quick as she calls the earth around her to grow greener and stronger, letting dirt and earth to slip through her fingers, the spell she leaves to flourish for two minutes stops. At least the trees and grass and round her look greener, that's always been her favorite sight. ]
1/2
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Then, he perks up, a broad smile on his face, and applauds. ]
Woah!!! What an awesome magic trick! So where's the special effects guy hiding at?
[ I'm sorry. ]
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[ Gwenhwyfar nearly forgets to calm her temper. ]
It's an invocation to draw from the earth around me. There is no trickery in magic and I don't have any "guy" helping me. Are you blind? There is no one beside me.
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