Post by simonsays on Jan 2, 2013 9:19:53 GMT -6
The young theurge had long been fascinated with the spirits, and looked to them for endless insights and aid even from afar. He had made many sacrifices to connect and understand them and even now he understood that they could be beyond his comprehension. Still with all of this ideological commitment he also accepted that the spirits had their utilitarian use, and he had sworn to his brother and his alpha he would aid in the safety of this caern, and his sept and one such safety came with knowledge, and it was this knowledge he craved.
So when Eli was not deep within meditations and doing his daily work for the sept he had decided to create a tool all his own, and that required traveling into the umbra. So late into the evening after Drakes fight he disappeared into the Umbra, with his things. immediately he felt the presence of wildfire, that incredible power and warmth existing as something truly awe inspiring but even as he journeyed out he knew Nailah his rites mistress would dominate the spirit presence here... So he went farther still and felt it, the void, Nailahs protections for the sept, it made him realize in this moment just how powerful she truly was and making his way passed it until he was out of the protective embrace of his sept. He felt a moment of consideration, he considered if he was worthy for such an act, if it were worth the risks... Of course doubt was the killer and no fenrir doubted. And so he threw such things aside, this was the umbra, his place, the place of mysticism, it was where theurges felt most like themselves. He saw the wyld everywhere he looked here and the world was truly beautiful, he could feel the cold to his core and the snow seemed deeper and grander then in reality, a truly incredible thing everything was truly wild and despite the winter and the cold it remained lush and majestic and as he looked down on himself and saw himself glow with the many runes of his ancestors. Eli smiled warmly and felt himself close to his tribe and his past life, with a grin on his lips he trudged forward through the snow, he had no idea how much time had gone by but he knew his work had barely begun. So choosing a small grouping of trees, not far from the protections he had enjoyed this last month he immediatly began to make his camp.
Now Eli had brought his usual supplies, his runes, a tribal knife and quarterstaff, some food from the kitchens, and a great deal of water, a meager thing to be sure, but he also knew such possessions rarely made the spirits crave, he knew it was favors and energy that they truly desired, the essence of his being.
Now he drew the knife and cut into his arm like it were nothing, he did not grimace or cry out but went straight to work and lined the four corners with his blood as a sign of his sincerity to the spirits and his desire to connect with them, and aid them and in turn keep the balance every theurge existed for.
Now his place of waiting was ready, and so he sat, and and began to meditate.
So when Eli was not deep within meditations and doing his daily work for the sept he had decided to create a tool all his own, and that required traveling into the umbra. So late into the evening after Drakes fight he disappeared into the Umbra, with his things. immediately he felt the presence of wildfire, that incredible power and warmth existing as something truly awe inspiring but even as he journeyed out he knew Nailah his rites mistress would dominate the spirit presence here... So he went farther still and felt it, the void, Nailahs protections for the sept, it made him realize in this moment just how powerful she truly was and making his way passed it until he was out of the protective embrace of his sept. He felt a moment of consideration, he considered if he was worthy for such an act, if it were worth the risks... Of course doubt was the killer and no fenrir doubted. And so he threw such things aside, this was the umbra, his place, the place of mysticism, it was where theurges felt most like themselves. He saw the wyld everywhere he looked here and the world was truly beautiful, he could feel the cold to his core and the snow seemed deeper and grander then in reality, a truly incredible thing everything was truly wild and despite the winter and the cold it remained lush and majestic and as he looked down on himself and saw himself glow with the many runes of his ancestors. Eli smiled warmly and felt himself close to his tribe and his past life, with a grin on his lips he trudged forward through the snow, he had no idea how much time had gone by but he knew his work had barely begun. So choosing a small grouping of trees, not far from the protections he had enjoyed this last month he immediatly began to make his camp.
Now Eli had brought his usual supplies, his runes, a tribal knife and quarterstaff, some food from the kitchens, and a great deal of water, a meager thing to be sure, but he also knew such possessions rarely made the spirits crave, he knew it was favors and energy that they truly desired, the essence of his being.
Now he drew the knife and cut into his arm like it were nothing, he did not grimace or cry out but went straight to work and lined the four corners with his blood as a sign of his sincerity to the spirits and his desire to connect with them, and aid them and in turn keep the balance every theurge existed for.
Now his place of waiting was ready, and so he sat, and and began to meditate.
