Product Testing and Prophecy
18th of November 2006 A.D.
Ruthlessly burying the part of you that wants to say 'Hi Santa' because being and adult means knowing when not to have fun you instead offer a consummately professional smile and stretch out a hand. "I did not know my request would merit such high attention but I am glad for the meeting Mr. Vadderung."
"Such artistry and skill demands no less of one in whose service it is placed," His grip is firm and dry, filled with carefully calculating strength without making this into a contest as you expect some of his sons might do. "I have to confess to ulterior motives as well, but let us perform the tests first and see what wonder you have wrought."
Flames fan out from his hand aiming at the first van you upgraded, first red the orange, yellow and finally blue as his eye. You feel as much as see the wards buckle, though just as you had planned they do not give out all at once but instead allow some of the heat to leak though. Something tells you the kind of soldiers who will use this thing will be able to take the heat.
Donar Vadderung snaps his fist closed as the two of you move to observe the damage. The vehicle is still a vehicle and not a lump of melted steel and composite as it might have been without the wards, though sadly both of the tires had burst from the heat, not enough downward projection.
Lightning of course does about as much good as a feather duster, it is already a Faraday Cage, all the magic has to do is enforce the nature of electricity to be grounded while pure concussive force, what he calls 'thunder' moves it around more than it damages the vehicle. Again the tires prove the weak link when they all pop ten seconds into the ice test.
"A moment," you raise a hand as he is about to move on with the rest.
Tools in the shape of a claw whose curved pinions are welding flames you burn the golden runes on each of the hubcaps. It's a little better, but "Anti-gravity would solve so many problems..."
"And create entirely new ones which we cannot now guess," the one eyed man says. "I have watched men at war for many an age and there is no panacea in battle anymore than in sickness." So saying he snaps his fingers and flame not blue blue but white jumps from them snapping the wards in an instant.
Essence flame, is your first thought, you know of nothing else that can burn so hot, but the more you look into the heart of that brightness eyes straining, the more you realize that is not quite true. Essence is impersonal, primordial, pure in self-contained symmetry, this is more like the essence of the caster and him alone, the body's ability to sire offspring, the mind's creative genius, the
soul's fire.
Souls are nearest to Essence, the notion drags its shadow with it.
That is why I get so much of it when I eat one.
"That seems a bit much," you offer, trying not to look impressed. Alas the gleam in that singular eye makes it clear he is not fooled
"I could teach you," he offers softly, temptation whispering in your ear. "Your soul is certainly potent enough. You already cast it along the edge of your blade, all you would have to do is learn to let go in such a way as to empower your works."
"The vehicle wasn't harmed," you challenge, even though you know why that was. Soulfire cannot destroy, that is what keeps it from being Essence though it can seemingly transform a set of wards from functional to non-functional if one has enough control
Discovered Path of Soulfire
● Soul Sheen: the magician invests a spark of Soulfire into their creations filling them with creative genius Cost up to 3 Essence to convert each point of Essence into an Automatic success in any magical crafting project. If the Exalt does not have enough Essence they may take levels of 'Virtual' Aggravated damage instead. This damage does not inflict penalties but will kill if one of them fills the final square in the Health Track
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"It is open to attack, though all things told that would be a rare power indeed among what did you call them? Amateurs?" His gaze bores into yours no no way hampered by the fact that he has only half as much to go around. "Let us divest of the notion that either of us are that, that you are merely skilled, merely powerful, merely
lucky. For those like you there is no luck but what you make of it and you have walked the path most deftly. One has only to ask Mab of Meave's recovery to hear her sing your praises. You laugh, but it is so, even if the voice in which the praise is spoken is cold as grinding Ice. You have been reactive so far and it has served you well for the foes you have made were minded to underestimate a maiden new to power. That will not be the case for now and partly my own doing. When you shall be called to aid in battle it will be no skirmish, but the opening battle in the war for the fate of the world The Wheel turns, an end is coming, perhaps an age beyond it, though there are many powers arrayed to ensure it never comes to be. You will need allies not just of bargain made and bargain kept but blood sworn. One you have you will need more."
How does Molly react?
[] Annoyance, you did not ask for his advice
[] Acceptance, you always knew you were going to be a target and you are working on getting allies in your own way
[] Fear, even the implication of more powers like yours abroad and loose fills you with dread. What might be done with them by one less restrained than you are?
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OOC: Odin likes you enough to hand out a free warning, those are not common.