Velho
Approved Character
- Messages
- 200
- Race
- Æld'Norai
- Profession
- Ferrier
- Location
- AElheim
- Arcana
- Character Sheet
༺༉❁ September 7 year 124 of the third age ❁༉༻
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Some time ago Velho had acquired a grovebane from a strange incident not far from Thokkmyrr. Prior to now, he'd been keeping it sedated through Malediction's Rite of Repose– if he needed any resources from its body, he'd harvest them and then heal the creature all while she was kept locked in a deep slumber. Perhaps oddly, he possessed far more empathy for animals than people, and whilst this was useful, there was something distinctly sad to him about keeping her consciousness locked away in this fashion. For this reason, he ended up contacting an old friend of his– somebody whose knowledge and skill on the subject of Animism far outmatched his own.
Lucia had been working under Velho's mother in addition to alongside him from time to time for much of her adult life, and upon receiving her friend's missive about the grovebane, she made her way over to Själasalr feeling a giddy sense of excitement. She'd had brief run-ins with grovebane before, but rare as they were, those encounters were fleeting– the creatures were skittish things and tended to slink back into the shadows when confronted by Æld'Norai. She was more than willing to help her friend with the small list of work he'd presented to her in exchange for being able to bind the grovebane as her familiar.
Within the cellar Velho had carved out beneath Själasalr, the two elves stood before the grovebane as she slept on a large table carved of the self-same wood as the structure itself. The creature was a congealed mass of Anathemic shadow resembling a monstrous doe, though as she dreamed, she looked serene, peaceful. Beneath her, Velho had already drawn a ritual circle with the Glyphics he knew were required to bind an animal as one's familiar.
"Awaken," Velho spoke with authority– his voice carrying with it the Saol Sovereignty required to release the Rite of Repose he'd previously imposed upon the slumbering beast.
As soon as the creature stirred enough to open her eyes and set her dark gaze upon the pair, Lucia would begin to cant Wildsong at a level Velho couldn't quite grasp. "𐌃ል𐌔ቻᏵጋ𐌀ነ𐌃 𐌍ረ𐌊ⶴᏖክ𐌌ፏ𐋅፱𐌙 ᕓⶴ𐌵ሃᏵር𐌕ዪ," the incantation quickly appeared to dull the confusion and panic that'd briefly started to bubble up within the newly awakened animal.
The Ferrier stood by as a passive observer– Lucia knew what she was doing, he simply lingered out of personal curiosity more so than anything else. The superior Animist of the two withdrew a globe of Anathemite she'd previously procured, shifting it between her palms for a moment before letting the globe of roiling blackness come to rest in her grasp. With the grovebane in place and the Alkahest in hand, she would begin the incantation necessary to start the process of binding herself to the grovebane.
"ᕓፕᏵሃ𐌂ጊ𐋄 ᕓፏ𐌃ቻ ቻ𐌅ፕ𐌀ርᏖጊ𐌃ቻ𐌀ረ
ርᏖጊ𐌃ቻ𐌂ጊ𐋄 ፏ𐌃ሃᏵር𐌕ዪ ክ𐌌ፏ𐋅
ል𐌔ቻᏵጋ 𐌵ሃᏵር𐌕ዪ 𐌍ረ𐌊ⶴᏖ𐌀ርᏖጊ𐌃ቻ𐌀
𐌂ሸⱿፏ𐌁ህ𐌔ቻ𐌃 𐌃ል𐌔ቻ𐌀 𐌍ⶴ𐌁ቻᕓቻ𐌕ፏᏵ,"
The melody of her words left the beast bewitched by the time she'd finished canting and the Saol she commanded had sufficed to form a Saolbind between the two of them– the grovebane was now her familiar.
The process, visually, from Velho's perspective as a consummate Mystic, was a beautiful one. From the first line that left the lips of the Animist a tenuous tether, lit by the soft glow of Saol, was given form between woman and beast. And with each line thereafter, that tether became brighter and brighter until it almost appeared solid. Then, all at once, the tether faded and the shade of Saol between the pair synced to one and the same.
As if to test the waters of their new bond, Lucia would speak to the grovebane again, this time using beast speech instead of wildsong. Which, rather than anything that could be described as words, was more or less a series of sounds. Nevertheless, the monstrous beast was able to intuit her command and did exactly as was asked of her– she assumed a more unassuming form, coalescing the shadows of her body to something far less monstrous. She might even pass this way as a proper doe if spotted wandering about blanketed by night's veil.
Velho smiled faintly. "...she's yours now. Will she have a name…?"
"Mæve."
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Lucia had been working under Velho's mother in addition to alongside him from time to time for much of her adult life, and upon receiving her friend's missive about the grovebane, she made her way over to Själasalr feeling a giddy sense of excitement. She'd had brief run-ins with grovebane before, but rare as they were, those encounters were fleeting– the creatures were skittish things and tended to slink back into the shadows when confronted by Æld'Norai. She was more than willing to help her friend with the small list of work he'd presented to her in exchange for being able to bind the grovebane as her familiar.
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Within the cellar Velho had carved out beneath Själasalr, the two elves stood before the grovebane as she slept on a large table carved of the self-same wood as the structure itself. The creature was a congealed mass of Anathemic shadow resembling a monstrous doe, though as she dreamed, she looked serene, peaceful. Beneath her, Velho had already drawn a ritual circle with the Glyphics he knew were required to bind an animal as one's familiar.
"Awaken," Velho spoke with authority– his voice carrying with it the Saol Sovereignty required to release the Rite of Repose he'd previously imposed upon the slumbering beast.
As soon as the creature stirred enough to open her eyes and set her dark gaze upon the pair, Lucia would begin to cant Wildsong at a level Velho couldn't quite grasp. "𐌃ል𐌔ቻᏵጋ𐌀ነ𐌃 𐌍ረ𐌊ⶴᏖክ𐌌ፏ𐋅፱𐌙 ᕓⶴ𐌵ሃᏵር𐌕ዪ," the incantation quickly appeared to dull the confusion and panic that'd briefly started to bubble up within the newly awakened animal.
The Ferrier stood by as a passive observer– Lucia knew what she was doing, he simply lingered out of personal curiosity more so than anything else. The superior Animist of the two withdrew a globe of Anathemite she'd previously procured, shifting it between her palms for a moment before letting the globe of roiling blackness come to rest in her grasp. With the grovebane in place and the Alkahest in hand, she would begin the incantation necessary to start the process of binding herself to the grovebane.
"ᕓፕᏵሃ𐌂ጊ𐋄 ᕓፏ𐌃ቻ ቻ𐌅ፕ𐌀ርᏖጊ𐌃ቻ𐌀ረ
ርᏖጊ𐌃ቻ𐌂ጊ𐋄 ፏ𐌃ሃᏵር𐌕ዪ ክ𐌌ፏ𐋅
ል𐌔ቻᏵጋ 𐌵ሃᏵር𐌕ዪ 𐌍ረ𐌊ⶴᏖ𐌀ርᏖጊ𐌃ቻ𐌀
𐌂ሸⱿፏ𐌁ህ𐌔ቻ𐌃 𐌃ል𐌔ቻ𐌀 𐌍ⶴ𐌁ቻᕓቻ𐌕ፏᏵ,"
The melody of her words left the beast bewitched by the time she'd finished canting and the Saol she commanded had sufficed to form a Saolbind between the two of them– the grovebane was now her familiar.
The process, visually, from Velho's perspective as a consummate Mystic, was a beautiful one. From the first line that left the lips of the Animist a tenuous tether, lit by the soft glow of Saol, was given form between woman and beast. And with each line thereafter, that tether became brighter and brighter until it almost appeared solid. Then, all at once, the tether faded and the shade of Saol between the pair synced to one and the same.
As if to test the waters of their new bond, Lucia would speak to the grovebane again, this time using beast speech instead of wildsong. Which, rather than anything that could be described as words, was more or less a series of sounds. Nevertheless, the monstrous beast was able to intuit her command and did exactly as was asked of her– she assumed a more unassuming form, coalescing the shadows of her body to something far less monstrous. She might even pass this way as a proper doe if spotted wandering about blanketed by night's veil.
Velho smiled faintly. "...she's yours now. Will she have a name…?"
"Mæve."
