The Trial of the Weak

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The Trial of the Weak

Tue Apr 09, 2019 6:40 pm

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Praetorum found himself in a world of nonsense. There was colored light, all colors, as far as the eye could see, in all directions. Praetorum would find himself standing upon a narrow road, made of... purple. It didn't appear to have substance, but it was very clearly purple. It ended right behind the man, and extended out before Praetorum, in a swirling pattern that was more akin to someone signing their name than a road or path.

And in this place, Praetorum's spark was singing within him. It was in pure bliss, brimming with power and seemed nearly able to speak to Praetorum. He could feel that it wanted to speak to him, he could feel that it as trying. But it simply... couldn't. All around Praetorum were an infinite number of other pathways, colored, different from his own. In the distance, down and to his left, way down below, there was a bright ball of glowing light. Up above, behind him and to the right, was a dark void, pure blackness. Both had paths of various colors leading to them.

Praetorum would find that gravity didn't necessarily seem to work as it normally would here. While he was physically on a path, gravity would pull on him as it normally might. But should Praetorum ever fully leave a path, he would find himself falling, in any direction, to the next nearest path, but never to the one he left.

And then the paths began to move, adjust, as did the bright orb and the dark void. Some of the paths rippled like water, others swung like a whip, some twisted, some jerked, some went flat, and others made near impossible angles and peaks. Praetorum's purple path though, began to split in half, down the length, right between his feet.



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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Mon Apr 15, 2019 2:50 pm





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Colors.  


All around him, colors upon colors, bright ribbons of them, weaving through the sky, or whatever passed as it here. This place... where ever it was, it seemed almost like home for his spark; Praetorum touched his hand to his chest, feeling the spark inside him reaching out, trying to touch him through the confines of his flesh. Trying to communicate, trying to...

Well, whatever it was trying to do, it couldn't do it. So Praetorum let his hand drop from his chest, and, for lack of any other ideas, began to follow the path he was on. He walked slowly, cautiously at first, trying to trace the purple path to its destination as he walked. 


Before he could finish, however, his eyes settled on something truly alarming. 


The light and the void were moving, and with them, the paths they were attached to. 


Including Prae's own. 


Prae bit back a curse when he saw the purple path splitting down the middle, the tear rapidly approaching him. The path was large enough that Prae was fairly certain he could stand on half of it, if he was careful, but if it was tearing, then did that mean... 


His eyes dropped to the light, then flicked to the void; there was a purple path leading to each. But which one was he on? He didn't have time to figure out. Quickly, Praetorum tried to crowd himself onto the left side of the path, and to his relief, the tear passed him by. But the path moved as it split, throwing Prae off balance, and before he could right himself, the tear reached the end of the path. 


As the two purple paths fully split from each other, the path Prae was on jolted, just a little. Just enough for Prae's heart to leap into his throat as he began to fall.


Only instead of falling down, Praetorum seemed to be falling upwards, towards a light green path that corkscrewed impossibly. 


"Oof." Prae landed awkwardly on his side, tail dangling over the edge. Blinking in surprise, Prae looked over at the path he'd just fallen off of, now to his left. "Fates, this is too weird." Prae mumbled. 


Sitting up, Prae rubbed his muzzle, thinking. Quite a few of the paths were still writhing and undulating, but this one seemed rather still for now, so it seemed a good place to get his bearings. 


This was... a test, as None had told him. Did that mean his goal was to get to either the light or the void? Many of the paths seemed to lead there, so it seemed reasonable to think so. Or maybe that was a distraction. For all he knew, it was impossible to reach either of those points. 


So instead, he focused on something he did know, something he could feel in his heart. That his spark was trying to speak with him. 


The spark was powerful here, almost almost able to commune with him properly. Maybe if he used it, it would be able to? It was worth a try, at least. 


Cautiously, Praetorum began to draw runes over himself: strength runes over his limbs, and endurance runes over his tail and torso. Then, closing his eyes, he focused on his spark, trying to reach out, to hear what it had to say.

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  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

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  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand

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  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

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  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Mon Apr 22, 2019 2:50 pm

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Praetorum's spark had been yearning to speak to him, but it lacked the capacity to do so. After all, it was a spark, not a mortal being. It was a hitchhiker, a parasite, upon Praetorum's soul, upon his body. So it could not speak.

But it could use its magic.

A new rune was etched into Praetorum's body, directly over his own Rune of Naming, molding with it, into it. This rune glowed bright, and flooded Praetorum's body with seemingly endless ether. One of Praetorum's eyes glowed with pure white light, while the other became a deep black void. This was a new Rune of Naming, the name of his Spark, combined with his own.

With this new name, a change in Praetorum's vision arrived. Every colored pathway now either darkened or brightened with its proximity to the dark void or glowing light, respectively. However, there were many sections that appeared to have not been lightened or darkened, remaining an equal, neutral distance.

Additionally, several new paths that were previously invisible began to form, all of them stitching themselves out from his position, grey in color. They swirled and bulged and twisted just as the others did, but they didn't have a clear, common point they were leading toward.

The Strength Runes that Praetorum placed upon his arms glowed bright and his arms and legs bulged out beyond the limits of his body. The skin burst, and his muscles grew, overflowing with the Honed ether raging through him. The muscles themselves were still functional, and were ten times the expected strength when runed in this fashion.

The Endurance Runes that Praetorum placed upon his torso and tail shimmered black, before both areas turned a deep obsidian. He'd find the muscles, and organs, within them would not overexert themselves, regardless of use.

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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Mon Apr 29, 2019 6:21 am





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The conjoining of his own rune of naming with that of his spark triggered quite a few changes in his perception, revealing new paths and making it easier to see where many of the others led. 

Praetorum noticed none of this. Not at first. 


Doubling over, he let out a litany of cries and curses as his limbs exploded. That was what it felt like, at any rate, as ether rushed into the runes he'd drawn over himself, pushing his body far beyond what it could reasonably take. Through his pain blurred vision, he saw his hide rip as his muscles forced themselves outwards, bulging obscenely as they contracted and relaxed. 


It was a self perpetuating cycle of pain; Praetorum couldn't help but tense and shudder with each fresh agony that wracked his body, and every movement he made only shredded his hide even further. His vision went white, wiping the grotesque sight from his eyes, and with his mind hazy from pain, all Praetorum could think to do was to dismiss the runes on his body, all of them, as quickly as he could. 


Praetorum gritted his teeth through the sensation of his muscles deflating under his torn hide, his breathing growing shallow as his limbs continued to scream at him in pain. But it was a manageable pain now, now that his muscles weren't tearing him apart with every movement he made. 


With trembling claws, Praetorum drew a rune of regeneration over one hand, watching carefully for any other unwanted side effects. It was, perhaps, risky to use another rune when the last had backfired so spectacularly, but it was that or try to move with his shredded skin, and the latter... did not appeal to him at all. 


To his relief, the rune worked as expected, faster than it ever had before, but with seemingly no side effects that he could tell. He'd likely have some scars from this, but in this moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

When he'd fully healed himself, Praetorum stood, and took stock of the situation he was in. It was much clearer now, which paths led to the light and which led to the dark, but it was these new pathways that piqued Praetorum's interest. They didn't seem to have a clear destination, which made Praetorum think that perhaps there was something more to them than met the eye. 

On the other hand, there was something deeply suspicious about a path appearing right in front of him, nevermind multiple. But it was his spark that had shown this to him, wasn't it? So maybe he was meant to go on these... on the other hand, his spark had also seemed to think that what he really wanted was for his arms to explode. 

Fates, but this was confusing. 


Well, since there was no way to know for certain, Prae decided, he may as well take a risk. And so, picking one of the new paths at random, Praetorum stepped onto it, and began to follow where it led, despite his anxieties. 


His many, many anxieties. A pity Edyn wasn't here; she always knew how to knock him out of his own head.


Hmm. Edyn... He and she had been able to know each other, fully and completely, by touching each other's runes of naming. If his rune had changed... perhaps he could know this altered rune in the same way? If this was his sparks name melded with his, maybe this would give him some insight into how his spark felt about the situation, maybe even open up communication. 


So as he walked, he pressed his hand to his rune of naming, trying to see what, if anything, he could glean of his spark by doing so.
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  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

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  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Wed May 01, 2019 12:15 pm

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As Praetorum touched his adjusted Rune of Naming, a big change came over the entire Trial. The rune changed once again, and a new spark made itself known on Praetorum's soul. Or rather, a soon to be new and yet old spark. Praetorum's defiance spark had arrived.

Outside, in the circular room of doorways and portals, Number None stopped in front of the door Praetorum had taken, seeing the swirling colors changing. "Oh dear." Then he continued to walk.

Throughout the Trial, every element from Defiance made itself known, and in a big, violent way. Stones began soaring through the area, smashing apart the colored, and the grey, pathways. This created large gaps, but the paths still seemed to mostly stay in pace. Fire raged on other paths, rogue waves without oceans crashed around, tornadoes began forming.

Lightning cracked, scorching the path right in front of Praetorum. Ice began to grow over his tail and back. Mud and dust and sand swirled through the air, accompanied by sleet and hail. There was no rhyme or reason to the directions these were flying, it was pure and utter chaos. Within him, his Hone spark was now scared. Terrified.

This had been the land for it, the land that made true and perfect sense for his spark. But now the defiance spark was competing for it, attempting to invade the land, and by extension, invade Praetorum's soul, trying to take more of it for its own. The hone spark wished to flee. To flee this attacker. To flee this now broken world. To flee Praetorum.
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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Wed May 01, 2019 4:36 pm





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If this was a test, Praetorum had the distinct feeling he was failing it. He winced at the first crash of rock against the path ahead of him, looking around in bewilderment. What in Raskalarn's name was going on here?

Praetorum did not know, and did not have the time to think through it. There was lightning, and Prae did not want to risk that again while not wearing his plate armor; there was hail and water and a storm and Prae wanted out.

His spark evidently felt the same, panicking and furious; this place had been ruined for it, or something like that. Praetorum and his soul had been ruined by this invader, this newcomer, this parasite. At least, that was how Praetorum tried to interpret what he felt from his spark.

Praetorum didn't understand any of what was happening, except that he needed to get to safety. 


So, already on one of the grey paths that had appeared before him, Praetorum began to run down it, aiming to reach his destination, wherever it was, as quickly as possible. There were gaps in the path, but where he needed to, he leaped over them, or if necessary, leaped between them, but always returning to the same grey path he had started down on. 


Where he was going, Praetorum had no idea. He was only trusting that his Hone spark had shown him the way forwards, before this situation had gone to the bogs.


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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

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  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Wed May 08, 2019 6:41 pm

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As Praetorum raced along the grey path, the other paths began to fall away, and he was led further and further from the darkness and the light. The elements were still raging around him, but it seemed that now, they could not damage the path he was on. Onward he went and soon the elements were behind him, the path leading him into nothingness. The elements were still destroying everything, but Praetorum was open and in the free.

The path leveled out and continued on for what would feel like an eternity, and with time not being relevant here, might have been a true eternity. But eventually in the distance, an object could be seen. It grew as Praetorum came closer. It looked like a mountain, made of a shimmering transparent gemstone. It was massive, impossibly large, impossibly high, extending on forever in all directions.

Upon his arrival, Praetorum's Hone Spark and Defiance spark leapt from his soul and body, two glowing gemstones, and raced toward the mountain. The Hone Spark disappeared within it. The Defiance spark, though, bounced right off the stone and fell to the path that Praetorum stood upon. The mountain surged with power, runes and pathways lighting up over its surface.

Then within Praetorum's mind, he'd hear a voice. One he'd know belonged to his spark, despite never having heard it speak. As it spoke, the world around Praetorum shook and listened. "You were pure. You are no longer. Only the pure may give freedom. You must now choose. The path of purity, toward freedom. Or do you choose the path toward power, within a prison of your own making?" A doorway glowed in the face of the mountain, as did Praetorum's Defiance spark laying there. The choice before him.


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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Wed May 15, 2019 5:03 am





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Standing before the diamond like mountain looming over him, Praetorum couldn't help but wonder if he'd made a mistake here.

"Give... freedom? I don't understand."

Freedom to return to what we came from.

"Which is?" Praetorum had never thought about that before; where did sparks come from


The great spirit

"So.... you need to be freed from my soul? But you can't because.... what, I got a defiance spark?"

You do not understand what you say.

"I... most certainly do not. This has been a very confusing trial." Prae sighed, rubbing his muzzle. "This great spirit.... does it have a name I'm more likely to recognize? And.. what happens to me when you go back to it? I thought our souls were..." Prae trailed off, uncertain. 


Idalos. I will join it once more, bring it back. You will become pure.

"Become... pure?" As in, return to the way he was before magic had changed him? "Like, lose the ability to do magic?"


No. You will become your power

Prae had no idea what that meant. At his feet, the defiance spark seemed to pulse lightly. "Why can't it be done with two sparks? I mean, I don't know how I got this—" he gestured at the defiance spark— "but I feel.. sort of bad leaving it out in the cold. So to speak."


It would be impure. Impurities would break both, through the world. Purity leads to balance. Balance to harmony. Harmony to peace


That caught Prae's attention. "Through the world? What do you mean? This doesn't just affect me?"

This power connects to many. More than just those you call mages. This power is fundamental to the creation and function of the world. It must be returned to the great spirit, it must remain pure.

"But... what happens if I don't? Doesn't the world stay as it is?" The world was fine. Wasn't it?


The world will continue to die in the care of Them.

Who is Them, was the question that rose to his lips, but he swallowed it. He was half afraid he already knew. "Alright. Say that I agree to become pure, to free you. What happens to this other spark?"


That power will still be with you, in another form.

Prae swallowed, uneasy. He didn't like change. He very much preferred for things not to change, in fact, but the idea of backing out now, when it seemed like... it sounded like he could help...

He didn't know what the consequences of this was going to be, but he couldn't do nothing. If nothing else, his hone spark, or the imprint it had left in his heart, would not let him. 


"Alright. Alright. I'm trusting you, here." 


And so, taking in a deep breath, Praetorum walked into the mountain.

Another leap of faith.
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Let's play 'What's Weird About Prae'

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  • A fiery rune shines under his right eye
  • A firey glow in the back of his mouth

Arms

  • A ring of blue runes floats over each of Prae's wrists
  • A silver shield marks the back of his right hand

Misc

  • His tail is about eight feet long, usually knotted around his waist
  • His body temperature is uncomfortably high

Surroundings

  • Wind gusts with every step he takes
  • The area around him is slightly more static-y than normal
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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Wed May 15, 2019 11:48 am

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And so, Praetorum stepped into the Eternal. The runes within glowed, and grew. They were extended, more and more runes written out over his skin. Runes swarmed over every cell of his being, was written onto his soul. Every bit of him brimmed with Hone ether. Then that energy changed, no longer being pulled from his soul and the spark. Colors and runes swarmed the entirety of the being, as a new energy was replacing the ether that Praetorum was used to.

This new energy was the power of spirits. Ephemera. And it began purging every cell, every nook and cranny of Praetorum's soul of the ether of old. As it did, all of his mutations fell away. As it did, his Hone spark began to change, to bind with his soul completely. It was not a painful one, but rather a moment of great balance and achievement. There was serenity to be found in this moment. A peace.

And soon, it was over, leaving Praetorum changed, forever.

The Eternal warmed Praetorum, thanking him for freeing it, for it needed the bond of the soul to break out of this prison. And it returned to the great spirit that it was taken from. Praetorum was left standing upon a single, kaleidoscopic road of rainbow that led in a straight path to the exit. But before he could take his first step, his defiance spark floated up before him. It cracked, breaking into four pieces. Each piece changed and adjusted itself.

The first caught fire, and grew and grew into a large spirit, fluttering around Praetorum. The second became stone, strong and unyielding, also floating around him. The third became multiple globes of water, bouncing around him. The fourth became an ever present breeze, swirling with power. His defiance power had not left him, but rather, had now become spirits of fire, water, stone, and wind, all willing to serve this new entity before them.

For Praetorum was no simple Ithecal mage now. He'd been forever altered. He still maintained the tiniest part of his soul. Just enough to connect him to dreamscapes. But it would never be enough to house another spark again. However, along with soul was the core of a new spirit, the first and only of its kind. Praetorum had become something more, something new. He was now a Diri of Hone. This exchanged his power of ether for ephemera. A much kinder, more natural power than the foreign ether of Emea.

And this place, this training ground now answered to him and only to him. It was just as much a part of him as the magic he now represented. And so, when he reached the door, he would find that it would send him to wherever he wished to be in the world, from the date of Ashan 30th or later.
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You've now completed your trial and have become a Diri of Hone, the first spirit of any magic in all existence. Functionally, in terms of soul bits and stuff, Praetorum is now more akin to a Tunawa. We'll have plenty of things to discuss following this, but I'll try to clarify a few of them.

1. Praetorum still maintains his physical form while in Idalos.
2. Praetorum is now able to move back and forth freely into the Beneath and the Imaginings. While in these places, he'll have a spirit form that you may design.
3. Praetorum can never be initiated into another magic.
4. Praetorum still has his blessing and can still advance it.
5. Functionally, Praetorum's Defiance and Hone can still level up and use all of the same abilities as before. However, thematically their use will be different as the elemental spirits are effectively replacing his Defiance spark.
6. Praetorum has lost all current mutations, including his witchmarks. He will no longer be required to have Awakenings. However, he can acquire overstepping mutations by standard means.
7. Praetorum may still reveal into Defiance and/or Hone. However, these will be custom revelations should that time come.
8. Praetorum's training ground is accessible to him at all times. He may enter there and control it just as it functioned during this trial. While in there, he will be in his Spirit Form. It takes time and concentration to enter it, so it cannot be accessed instantly. You may write up this as a location, and it will be attached to you if so desired.
9. Finally, Praetorum may not initiate people into Defiance. However, he can initiate people into Hone by bringing them into his training ground and putting them through a trial of his own making. If initiated in this way, a person who fails will not die or become a monster, but simply be removed from the trial

If you have ANY questions at all, please let me know. This is brand new content, and is one of a kind, so no question is too small or unimportant.

You may exit Praetorum into anywhere else in Idalos. This should be done as either a new thread or as a new post in an existing thread of yours. These changes to Praetorum will take place from that timestamp onwards.

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Re: The Trial of the Weak

Sat Sep 21, 2019 2:28 pm

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Prae is a fabulous pc, and I really enjoy the way you write him. "Oof" made me chuckle, there's something that's very down-to-earth about him and his actions and decisions. I love how you interacted with the story and how you rolled with all the punches. Great work, and thank you for being so positive throughout this event.
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Hone: Using overload against a foe
Hone: The rune of sound can distract an opponent at a critical moment
Hone: The importance of listening to your spark
Hone: The toll powerful runes take on your body
Hone: Even Lucis runes can be used offensively
Hone: The Savior Spark craves glory
Hone: Avoiding poison with the rune of taste
Hone: Heightening senses is a double edged sword
Hone: Some runewrights switch dialects later in life
Hone: 'Duty Calls' mutation is insistent
Leadership: Calling a friend back from the brink
Leadership: Knowing beforehand how orders will be taken
Leadership: Identifying insubordinate elements
Leadership: Setting a strong example for your followers
Leadership: Boost morale by leading the charge
Leadership: Knowing when to stay silent
Leadership: Delegating tasks for efficiency
Leadership: Knowing who you can trust with what
Leadership: The importance of clarity in orders
Leadership: Taking responsibility for mistakes made

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Never Lost Again
Prae was lost in this thread - and it was something that his Spark didn't like. Prae's Spark has shifted, changed slightly and now he finds himself just ... never lost. He always knows which way is North and - more than that - he knows where he is. If he suddenly appears in the Beneath - he'd know it was the Beneath, etc.


As always, if you have any questions, comments, or concerns then please don't hesitate to drop me a pm. Thanks for your patience!



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