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fearlessherosheartDuring the rationing... (early July '13)
Actions: Tazendra will be taken Evandu's advice and asking the kedan elders and shamans about the turtle's effects on powers. She also may, before being corralled by Bruce, take to general vigilante-ing any kedan obviously making trouble (such as the gangs).
Tazendra's line of questioning would have her sent to one of the oldest trees in the Wood Sector. Many abodes have been carved into the great tree, but it is the open platform at the very pinnacle of it that is home to the shaman that she has been referred to. This kedan -- Zihl -- does not much respect the sciences and progress that Foreigners oft speak of. She believes deeply in the ancient magic which sustains Tu Vishan. Each statement she makes is punctuated with an inhalation from her pipe, a sweet smoke wafting from it that she weaves about with a wave of her hands, forming small shapes with it that are reminiscent of what she speaks of. Tu Vishan, she says, is but one of a clan -- the last that lives. He is a source of life and great power, for only the touch of a god could animate such a great creation. This gift of life that he has spreads from him like an aura, granting those upon his shell an existence that would be denied if they sought the same upon the backs of the dead husks that are his brethren. It is, then, that their lives and powers are tied to Tu Vishan, but if she seeks something more than that? She must ask it of the turtle itself when it does not decay the way it has been. To ask now would be to deplete it and cause pain to them all. However, should she return with some small pittance once Tu Vishan -- should Tu Vishan -- regain its strength, then Zihl might be able to help her gain what she seeks of power. The cost, beyond that a moderate juulan figure, would be that it could never be used against the turtle or those powered by it.
Later... (early August)
The pinnacle of the great tree shows much improvement upon any return, with the smallest of saplings sprouting along the outmost aged rings of the platform. The scent of spring floats upon the air, laced only by the sweet smoke of Zihl, who reclines in the sun in the middle of this topmost place. This is her place of solitude, where she can ruminate on the greater challenges in life than the mere mundanity of work-produce-sleep that occupies many, many other kedan.
Should Tazendra return here, Zihl will welcome her back and offer an inhalation of the sweet smoke from her pipe before inviting her to sit just above her head as she continues to lay and soak up the rays of the sun. Soon, she whispers, such joys will be deprived of me. Despite the mystery of her words, she refuses to elaborate upon them, turning instead to the subject of this visit.
Juulan is first requested, a tidy sum that she needs to exchange hands. Second is an oath that what she gives shall never be used against any sustained by the turtle, including the kedan. Third and final is a note that should Tazendra even try to use magics of agression to those that Tu Vishan breathes life into, there will appear a crack within it. Too many cracks and it shall break; Zihl cautions that she cannot recreate this.
And this? Well.
Zihl smiles and remaines supine, raising her hand into the air. She twists her fingers about and light catches upon something crystalline suddenly within her grasp. It is an amulet of sorts, formed from crystal and matching the dimensions of Tazendra's longest finger. Within there exists a small measure of liquid -- a liquid that bears no colour, and yet possesses all. Zihl wonders idly if it seems familiar to her, but shrugs off comments any similarities to amorphia this tiny vial's contents may possess.
Alchemy, she murmurs, is the means behind the madness. The crystal transmutes the energies in the air and stores it within. The greater the liquid, the more power contained. Mind its use, for it drains. Seven sleeps it may take to fill it whole, seventeen uses mundane before it drains dry. Hold it and think of it as what gives you power beyond this realm and so it may be tapped as such. But only you, dear one. Another holding it would hold only an amulet, devoid of liquid and devoid of life.
Then, done with her explanation, Zihl closes her eyes and her breathing evens out, a sunlit sleep overtaking her.
Actions: Tazendra will be taken Evandu's advice and asking the kedan elders and shamans about the turtle's effects on powers. She also may, before being corralled by Bruce, take to general vigilante-ing any kedan obviously making trouble (such as the gangs).
Tazendra's line of questioning would have her sent to one of the oldest trees in the Wood Sector. Many abodes have been carved into the great tree, but it is the open platform at the very pinnacle of it that is home to the shaman that she has been referred to. This kedan -- Zihl -- does not much respect the sciences and progress that Foreigners oft speak of. She believes deeply in the ancient magic which sustains Tu Vishan. Each statement she makes is punctuated with an inhalation from her pipe, a sweet smoke wafting from it that she weaves about with a wave of her hands, forming small shapes with it that are reminiscent of what she speaks of. Tu Vishan, she says, is but one of a clan -- the last that lives. He is a source of life and great power, for only the touch of a god could animate such a great creation. This gift of life that he has spreads from him like an aura, granting those upon his shell an existence that would be denied if they sought the same upon the backs of the dead husks that are his brethren. It is, then, that their lives and powers are tied to Tu Vishan, but if she seeks something more than that? She must ask it of the turtle itself when it does not decay the way it has been. To ask now would be to deplete it and cause pain to them all. However, should she return with some small pittance once Tu Vishan -- should Tu Vishan -- regain its strength, then Zihl might be able to help her gain what she seeks of power. The cost, beyond that a moderate juulan figure, would be that it could never be used against the turtle or those powered by it.
Later... (early August)
The pinnacle of the great tree shows much improvement upon any return, with the smallest of saplings sprouting along the outmost aged rings of the platform. The scent of spring floats upon the air, laced only by the sweet smoke of Zihl, who reclines in the sun in the middle of this topmost place. This is her place of solitude, where she can ruminate on the greater challenges in life than the mere mundanity of work-produce-sleep that occupies many, many other kedan.
Should Tazendra return here, Zihl will welcome her back and offer an inhalation of the sweet smoke from her pipe before inviting her to sit just above her head as she continues to lay and soak up the rays of the sun. Soon, she whispers, such joys will be deprived of me. Despite the mystery of her words, she refuses to elaborate upon them, turning instead to the subject of this visit.
Juulan is first requested, a tidy sum that she needs to exchange hands. Second is an oath that what she gives shall never be used against any sustained by the turtle, including the kedan. Third and final is a note that should Tazendra even try to use magics of agression to those that Tu Vishan breathes life into, there will appear a crack within it. Too many cracks and it shall break; Zihl cautions that she cannot recreate this.
And this? Well.
Zihl smiles and remaines supine, raising her hand into the air. She twists her fingers about and light catches upon something crystalline suddenly within her grasp. It is an amulet of sorts, formed from crystal and matching the dimensions of Tazendra's longest finger. Within there exists a small measure of liquid -- a liquid that bears no colour, and yet possesses all. Zihl wonders idly if it seems familiar to her, but shrugs off comments any similarities to amorphia this tiny vial's contents may possess.
Alchemy, she murmurs, is the means behind the madness. The crystal transmutes the energies in the air and stores it within. The greater the liquid, the more power contained. Mind its use, for it drains. Seven sleeps it may take to fill it whole, seventeen uses mundane before it drains dry. Hold it and think of it as what gives you power beyond this realm and so it may be tapped as such. But only you, dear one. Another holding it would hold only an amulet, devoid of liquid and devoid of life.
Then, done with her explanation, Zihl closes her eyes and her breathing evens out, a sunlit sleep overtaking her.