- Location
- Northish
Years later during the war
*Enemy mages see a massive flaming vortex peppered with molten iron blades*
"I wanna to go home"
*Enemy mages see a massive flaming vortex peppered with molten iron blades*
"I wanna to go home"
Noblesse Oblige [Znt/SI]
GiftOfLove
From the Heart
The chants are so long. I don't understand how they can fight at all. :/
Being a mage night in this verse has to require triple feats into badass.
Being a mage night in this verse has to require triple feats into badass.
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Mainly three things:
1) I'm not using the canon spell chanting because it's a mess to understand, translate, and put together in order to make sense (words like 'Raguuzu Wootaru Isu Iisa Hagaraasu' are the start of a triangle-level spell, so I'd rather use the Chuuni-Version of spell chanting)
2) The stronger you get, the less words you need to make the spell work even without chanting. So instead of saying the full chant, only 'Raguuzu' might get an effect, if weaker than the full chant being said.
3) In the end, you don't need a blade capable of cutting through a stone wall with the full chant if you need simply a blade to cut through an exposed neck-area, so chants can be as brief as one word as long as that single word gives enough power to cut off an important vein on someone's body.
konamikode
Cooking Harder
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
You know...
Karin says to listen to the wind, but...
Isn't it universally accepted that Wind represents Freedom?
Karin says to listen to the wind, but...
Isn't it universally accepted that Wind represents Freedom?
Evillevi
A Pikachu for everything - Shadow Pikachu,2015
Yes, no, maybe.
The wind represents whatever you want to believe it represents.
Culturally we associate the air with different things depending on the context. Sailors may look at the wind and believe it represents warnings of the weather that will come. Peasants may look at the wind and see nothing. Soldiers long ago may see the wind as a mark of death due to carrying the stench of rot. Etc and so on and so forth.
Karin and just about anyone who has seen her in action may see the wind as Tristain's nuke in the context of the Heavy Wind. Not neccasarily enough to win a war but damn it the woman goes a long way towards winning one. For example the Vallieres were literally confident enough that they alone could conceivably be enough to hold/hamper back a Germanian invasion when everyone else went to Albion let alone their allies they convinved to not follow Henrietta..
InfiniteDaze
Too lazy to leave the house
- Location
- I wish I could stay
I swear I'm starting to twitch whenever I hear the word Founder in a spell.
- Location
- Singapore
The wind represents Pressure differences. It represents a medium and conduit by which things are communicated. It represents waves.
Oh dear, I can imagine all sorts of wonderful things you can do if you are a powerful enough Wind Mage. Things like compressing air sufficiently that the atoms fuse together. Things like using Wind Magic to mark a target even beyond the horizon, and using the Wind to deliver the rest of the spell onto the marked target without warning. Things like using the pressure differentials inherent in Wind Magic... to deliver Enchanted Bullets at sufficient velocity to a target.... over the horizon.
Oh dear, I can imagine all sorts of wonderful things you can do if you are a powerful enough Wind Mage. Things like compressing air sufficiently that the atoms fuse together. Things like using Wind Magic to mark a target even beyond the horizon, and using the Wind to deliver the rest of the spell onto the marked target without warning. Things like using the pressure differentials inherent in Wind Magic... to deliver Enchanted Bullets at sufficient velocity to a target.... over the horizon.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
Maybe this will help Shade getting through his torture training.
Sufficient Wind Magic can bring back Plasma!
Sufficient Wind Magic can bring back Plasma!
Chapter Thirty-Two
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
Chapter Thirty-Two
I stared at the long pile of books to my left. I stared at the white parchment in front of me. I stared at the glaring older sister on my right. "Big sister Eleonore," I said softly. "I don't have to learn them all in one day."
"Perhaps not, Henry," Eleonore said with a huff, "But while I'm here, rather than spend my time doing nothing, I'll gladly make you memorize the chant of every single spell there is in the library."
"Shouldn't only the first few words suffice for each?" I hazarded, only for a thin whip-like instrument to swat down on the desk in front of me with a resounding whack.
"No," she said firmly. "That is what someone lazy would do, and I will not tollerate laziness from you. Now, begin writing down the first chant until you have memorized it."
My hand pleaded mercy by the end of the afternoon, because this wasn't life. This was torture. Imagine having to memorize a programming language, only without any helpful editors. I had learned C programming with pen and paper to begin with since it was the format the exam would take place on, but seriously -this was far more horrible. This wasn't memorizing the language however. To be more precise, this was memorizing someone else's coding to the very end, with all the commas and periods and spaces. And as the law of Computer Sciences demanded, no two people coded in the same way.
There were, for example, twenty-three church approved chants for the conjuring of a blade. There were ninety chants for the summoning of sprinkling water. They were all brief one-liners, all different versions, with different synonyms, of the same words.
I rested most improperly on a bench in the gardens, my eyes gazing up at the beautiful blue sky with the passing of small, pastel white colored clouds. "I don't know," I muttered to the sky. My hands were burning, so I kept them open. I would be tested tomorrow on as many as fifty chants, so I had to know them all by heart. My head couldn't just rest, it had to keep them in mind. Then, the next day, there would be a hundred.
I had just a few hours of free time before dinner, and then bed. Louise was busy with her tutors, and Cattleya was resting in bed after yet another fever.
I had to make the most of them somehow, but I couldn't write -nor did I dare keep writing about the Lion Princess within the confines of the Valliere mansion. Well, when all else failed, I took a different approach.
"Hello there, Freedom," I waved to my manticore, who was currently enjoying a short afternoon nap in his lair of sorts outside of the stables. Manticores, like lions, liked to stay in warm environments and yet acted as overgrown cats sometimes. Mother had said I could name my manticore whatever I wanted, thus I had named her Freedom. "Care to spread your wings a bit?"
The La Blois fief was a nice and cozy area as far away from the Germanian border as it could be. The village that oversaw the area was built near the river Loire, and a large stone bridge passed over it to connect one side of the village to the nearby fields, blessed with abundant yields.
Freedom landed a short distance away from the village, since I didn't really want to scare people by coming right down on them like a fury, and as my manticore closed her wings, she began to trudge along quietly on the road. Her paws made no sound even as they touched the ground, but she was relaxed, mostly content in enjoying an afternoon walk and a bit of a breeze.
"Y-Your grace!" the mayor of the village rushed forward with quite the spring on his step as soon as I entered the village's outskirts, while I dismounted from Freedom to look the man in the eyes. He was slightly taller than me, and looked like had been working in the fields until that moment. He bowed quite earnestly, "your visit is a pleasant surprise."
"I had free time, and thought about coming in person to examine how things are going," I said quite calmly. "Are there any problems that require my immediate attention?"
"No, your grace," the mayor said. "The granaries are stocked for winter, and there are no orcs in the forest to report of. Perhaps a wild dog or two, but nothing that we cannot handle." I nodded.
"Then, I'll just enjoy myself with a walk around the village," I replied, holding a hand on Freedom's mane, just to ensure he wouldn't suddenly jump on someone for no reason. Not that he would, since he had been trained and domesticated by the very best trainers of Halkeginia -so the seller said- still, better safe than sorry, and lacking one commoner. "You can go back to your tasks, mayor..." I waited, as the man blinked as it suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't yet presented himself. He turned white and bowed hurriedly.
"I apologize, your grace! I'm Bonnet, your lordship, please forgive my impertinence-" I chuckled and shook my head.
"Don't worry...Bonnet, is it? Keep up the good work, but if there are any problems you can't solve, don't hesitate to write me a letter. As the one responsible for the well being of the people that live on this land, it is my duty to intervene whenever it is needed," I said with a smile still on my lips.
"You are so kind, your grace-" the mayor replied, bowing one last time. "Then, I hope you have a pleasant tour of our small village of La Blois." As the mayor began to walk away, I did the same, though in the general direction of the center of the village. The place was pristine and well-kept, the roads clean and the cattle hung around small hilly areas filled with grass outcrops. They were mostly reduced to mud now, since autumn was setting in, soon to be followed by winter.
There weren't any problems near the forest either. Since to reach this point orcs would need to go through the border patrols -which comprised of several mage knights- it made sense that it would be quite the peaceful fief.
Well, as a wise anime character once said, to be a hero you need a disgrace, so, being a hero is inherently a selfish thing. Rather than being a hero, I simply wanted to let off some steam against a lawfully acceptable target like an orc or a wild beast of sorts.
I could rip out a tree, but then again, it wouldn't be right.
A leather stitched ball somehow ended up bouncing in my general direction, making me blink and look down at it. By the side of the forest, a few kids were apparently playing with a crude ball stitched together hastily from scraps of leather. It had its majesty, all things said.
"We're sorry!" a boy half my age, with tanned skin and light blond hair, yelled as he rushed closer. His group of friends shared his age, and there were different hair colors to go with it too. Apparently, dark green wasn't uncommon as a color, and neither was mauve. This world definitely needed some crash course in genetics. They stopped once they realized that the big beast by my side wasn't a horse, but a lion with wings.
"Oh shit," one of the kids said, before hastily clasping both hands to his mouth. He had tears in his eyes already.
I calmly pointed my wand down and, as it slowly made the ball levitate up, I held it up with my left hand. Then, I began to chant.
"Smooth and fix, restore and recreate, what I seek is round and made of leather, may it bounce and bring forth joy in the name of the Founder, for that is the earnest wish that I desire-" there were a set of soft popping noises as the surface of the ball smoothed out, the crude iron stitches disappearing within as it took on a professionally-crafted form. In the meantime, the kids had all closed their eyes in fear, but hadn't dared to move a single inch -rooted as they were on the spot from sheer fear, or perhaps desire to be responsible for their perceived crime?
"Oi," I said offhandedly, "open your eyes you fools."
The ring leader of the gang of merry kids did so, and then blinked in surprise as I moved the ball near him. "Here," I said. "Now try not to lose it again. Where do you usually play?" I asked next, even as the kid hesitantly clutched on to the smooth ball with a look of wonder.
"Uh? Uh...O-Over there," he pointed to the edge of the forest. "It's away from the fields and the mayor said we could use it-"
I nodded, and then began to walk in that direction. The rest of the kids followed me in silence, actually wondering if I was going to prepare their execution's block or something similar.
Seriously, silly kids.
I raised my wand once more, and exhaled softly. The piece of land was, of course, uneven and filled with rocks, tree roots, and patches of grass that made it quite the interesting choice of a field to play on -but then again, if it had been usable as a field, it would have some form of produce on it.
I chanted briefly, the ground trembling lightly as the rocks dropped down, the earth smoothed over, and soon a dirt soccer field -well, more like half a soccer field, and not even a professional one at that- sprang into existence. I had merely evened out the land and then propped up some smooth rock wall on one side, to form a sort of natural barrier against the forest -not really that high of a wall, merely to the midriff of a person- and also a place to sit while watching the kids play.
"There you go," I said as I finished by placing two landmarks on both sides of the field. "This way, you also have two goals to play."
I then checked the time by looking up at the sky, and rolled my eyes. "Remember to be careful while playing, and don't stay out too late at night," I added as I climbed on the back of Freedom, who understood the implicit message of widening its wings. There were a chorus of surprised exclamations as my manticore began to lift off. "Play responsibly!" I yelled last, before we definitely took off in the direction of the La Valliere villa.
Perhaps tomorrow, if I had time to spare, I'd turn the cobblestone paths into smooth concrete.
My revolution sets me free, I will flow across the lines.
I stared at the long pile of books to my left. I stared at the white parchment in front of me. I stared at the glaring older sister on my right. "Big sister Eleonore," I said softly. "I don't have to learn them all in one day."
"Perhaps not, Henry," Eleonore said with a huff, "But while I'm here, rather than spend my time doing nothing, I'll gladly make you memorize the chant of every single spell there is in the library."
"Shouldn't only the first few words suffice for each?" I hazarded, only for a thin whip-like instrument to swat down on the desk in front of me with a resounding whack.
"No," she said firmly. "That is what someone lazy would do, and I will not tollerate laziness from you. Now, begin writing down the first chant until you have memorized it."
My hand pleaded mercy by the end of the afternoon, because this wasn't life. This was torture. Imagine having to memorize a programming language, only without any helpful editors. I had learned C programming with pen and paper to begin with since it was the format the exam would take place on, but seriously -this was far more horrible. This wasn't memorizing the language however. To be more precise, this was memorizing someone else's coding to the very end, with all the commas and periods and spaces. And as the law of Computer Sciences demanded, no two people coded in the same way.
There were, for example, twenty-three church approved chants for the conjuring of a blade. There were ninety chants for the summoning of sprinkling water. They were all brief one-liners, all different versions, with different synonyms, of the same words.
I rested most improperly on a bench in the gardens, my eyes gazing up at the beautiful blue sky with the passing of small, pastel white colored clouds. "I don't know," I muttered to the sky. My hands were burning, so I kept them open. I would be tested tomorrow on as many as fifty chants, so I had to know them all by heart. My head couldn't just rest, it had to keep them in mind. Then, the next day, there would be a hundred.
I had just a few hours of free time before dinner, and then bed. Louise was busy with her tutors, and Cattleya was resting in bed after yet another fever.
I had to make the most of them somehow, but I couldn't write -nor did I dare keep writing about the Lion Princess within the confines of the Valliere mansion. Well, when all else failed, I took a different approach.
"Hello there, Freedom," I waved to my manticore, who was currently enjoying a short afternoon nap in his lair of sorts outside of the stables. Manticores, like lions, liked to stay in warm environments and yet acted as overgrown cats sometimes. Mother had said I could name my manticore whatever I wanted, thus I had named her Freedom. "Care to spread your wings a bit?"
The La Blois fief was a nice and cozy area as far away from the Germanian border as it could be. The village that oversaw the area was built near the river Loire, and a large stone bridge passed over it to connect one side of the village to the nearby fields, blessed with abundant yields.
Freedom landed a short distance away from the village, since I didn't really want to scare people by coming right down on them like a fury, and as my manticore closed her wings, she began to trudge along quietly on the road. Her paws made no sound even as they touched the ground, but she was relaxed, mostly content in enjoying an afternoon walk and a bit of a breeze.
"Y-Your grace!" the mayor of the village rushed forward with quite the spring on his step as soon as I entered the village's outskirts, while I dismounted from Freedom to look the man in the eyes. He was slightly taller than me, and looked like had been working in the fields until that moment. He bowed quite earnestly, "your visit is a pleasant surprise."
"I had free time, and thought about coming in person to examine how things are going," I said quite calmly. "Are there any problems that require my immediate attention?"
"No, your grace," the mayor said. "The granaries are stocked for winter, and there are no orcs in the forest to report of. Perhaps a wild dog or two, but nothing that we cannot handle." I nodded.
"Then, I'll just enjoy myself with a walk around the village," I replied, holding a hand on Freedom's mane, just to ensure he wouldn't suddenly jump on someone for no reason. Not that he would, since he had been trained and domesticated by the very best trainers of Halkeginia -so the seller said- still, better safe than sorry, and lacking one commoner. "You can go back to your tasks, mayor..." I waited, as the man blinked as it suddenly dawned on him that he hadn't yet presented himself. He turned white and bowed hurriedly.
"I apologize, your grace! I'm Bonnet, your lordship, please forgive my impertinence-" I chuckled and shook my head.
"Don't worry...Bonnet, is it? Keep up the good work, but if there are any problems you can't solve, don't hesitate to write me a letter. As the one responsible for the well being of the people that live on this land, it is my duty to intervene whenever it is needed," I said with a smile still on my lips.
"You are so kind, your grace-" the mayor replied, bowing one last time. "Then, I hope you have a pleasant tour of our small village of La Blois." As the mayor began to walk away, I did the same, though in the general direction of the center of the village. The place was pristine and well-kept, the roads clean and the cattle hung around small hilly areas filled with grass outcrops. They were mostly reduced to mud now, since autumn was setting in, soon to be followed by winter.
There weren't any problems near the forest either. Since to reach this point orcs would need to go through the border patrols -which comprised of several mage knights- it made sense that it would be quite the peaceful fief.
Well, as a wise anime character once said, to be a hero you need a disgrace, so, being a hero is inherently a selfish thing. Rather than being a hero, I simply wanted to let off some steam against a lawfully acceptable target like an orc or a wild beast of sorts.
I could rip out a tree, but then again, it wouldn't be right.
A leather stitched ball somehow ended up bouncing in my general direction, making me blink and look down at it. By the side of the forest, a few kids were apparently playing with a crude ball stitched together hastily from scraps of leather. It had its majesty, all things said.
"We're sorry!" a boy half my age, with tanned skin and light blond hair, yelled as he rushed closer. His group of friends shared his age, and there were different hair colors to go with it too. Apparently, dark green wasn't uncommon as a color, and neither was mauve. This world definitely needed some crash course in genetics. They stopped once they realized that the big beast by my side wasn't a horse, but a lion with wings.
"Oh shit," one of the kids said, before hastily clasping both hands to his mouth. He had tears in his eyes already.
I calmly pointed my wand down and, as it slowly made the ball levitate up, I held it up with my left hand. Then, I began to chant.
"Smooth and fix, restore and recreate, what I seek is round and made of leather, may it bounce and bring forth joy in the name of the Founder, for that is the earnest wish that I desire-" there were a set of soft popping noises as the surface of the ball smoothed out, the crude iron stitches disappearing within as it took on a professionally-crafted form. In the meantime, the kids had all closed their eyes in fear, but hadn't dared to move a single inch -rooted as they were on the spot from sheer fear, or perhaps desire to be responsible for their perceived crime?
"Oi," I said offhandedly, "open your eyes you fools."
The ring leader of the gang of merry kids did so, and then blinked in surprise as I moved the ball near him. "Here," I said. "Now try not to lose it again. Where do you usually play?" I asked next, even as the kid hesitantly clutched on to the smooth ball with a look of wonder.
"Uh? Uh...O-Over there," he pointed to the edge of the forest. "It's away from the fields and the mayor said we could use it-"
I nodded, and then began to walk in that direction. The rest of the kids followed me in silence, actually wondering if I was going to prepare their execution's block or something similar.
Seriously, silly kids.
I raised my wand once more, and exhaled softly. The piece of land was, of course, uneven and filled with rocks, tree roots, and patches of grass that made it quite the interesting choice of a field to play on -but then again, if it had been usable as a field, it would have some form of produce on it.
I chanted briefly, the ground trembling lightly as the rocks dropped down, the earth smoothed over, and soon a dirt soccer field -well, more like half a soccer field, and not even a professional one at that- sprang into existence. I had merely evened out the land and then propped up some smooth rock wall on one side, to form a sort of natural barrier against the forest -not really that high of a wall, merely to the midriff of a person- and also a place to sit while watching the kids play.
"There you go," I said as I finished by placing two landmarks on both sides of the field. "This way, you also have two goals to play."
I then checked the time by looking up at the sky, and rolled my eyes. "Remember to be careful while playing, and don't stay out too late at night," I added as I climbed on the back of Freedom, who understood the implicit message of widening its wings. There were a chorus of surprised exclamations as my manticore began to lift off. "Play responsibly!" I yelled last, before we definitely took off in the direction of the La Valliere villa.
Perhaps tomorrow, if I had time to spare, I'd turn the cobblestone paths into smooth concrete.
My revolution sets me free, I will flow across the lines.
Dragonskyt
Ashen one, hearest thou my voice, still?
- Location
- Kiln of the First Flame
That's right Shade!
To change the future, you should focus on those who are going to inherit the future!
To change the future, you should focus on those who are going to inherit the future!
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
- Pronouns
- He/Him/ThatIdiot
When his Coffee Levels become too diluted with blood
- Location
- https://discord.gg/z9tBvbh
I'm Italian Chuckles.
Right now, it's 12.12 in Italy.
I wrote the first chapter of the day from 07 to 09, and then whistled my way through some work before doing the second from 11 to 12.
It depends on the Muse, truly.
The restriction on using your magic on infrastructure seems odd to me. Why would that be forbidden? I mean besides allowing a noble to learn how make it in a hurry. Huh. Is this the same principle that led to kings wanting castles demolished? That could explain a bit actually. A noble with good enough control, a decent will pool, and practical experience could reasonably plop down a castle in record time. Maybe within a week.
The usage of words also may act as a control so no noble could become a threat to the state.
Nevermind then. It makes perfect sense as a societal control.
The usage of words also may act as a control so no noble could become a threat to the state.
Nevermind then. It makes perfect sense as a societal control.
InfiniteDaze
Too lazy to leave the house
- Location
- I wish I could stay
Oh Kaiser that sounds horrible.
Should only be 12 pm over there.
Fucking ninja snakes...
- Location
- Yharnam
That sounds rather counter productive honestly. Rather that trying to remember what that specific variation of chant does in the midst of battle, wouldn't it make a lot more sense to learn how chosen words affect effect of the spell? Grammar, Syntax and Semantics. Since this AU works on chuuni-speak and there even was comparsion with programming. Also what if his enemies(who are obviously heretics or heathens) won't use church approved chants?
Focus of the fic isn't on munchkining, but it's so hard to resist.
Actually not really. Remember the principle point of this magic system is on how you use grammar. The greater your grasp on the many different ways a spell can be cast could deepen your understanding on the magic itself. Kinda self internalizing really. Like how Karin was getting shade to listen to the wind to get a feel for it working out words probably does the same thing for all magic.
Probably. It's also not even the best way to try to memorise them (best way is staggered recall practice). That being said, it is the most likely way for them to try to teach these things. Look at the love of rote learning we see in our own history for instance.
So what I'm getting is that Henry has a Wind+Earth affinity, with the Earth part just a smidgen away from making a him full Line mage.
Is it too late to change your runic name? I mean there could be a better one
- Location
- Yharnam
I understand reading different chants for that purpose, but why memorize them? Mayhap reading all 90 chants for water sprinkling will give you deeper understanding of said water sprinkling and magic in general, but remembering all of them will only make learning harder with little benefit. You can't just remember full library of chants, it's almost pointless and unreasonably hard.
- Location
- Somewhere down the road~
- Location
- Greece
You named your eagle- looking pet Freedom? Now I have this image of adult Henry flying in reconquista lines with this song playing via Air Spell assistance:
Just change 'America' with 'Valliere' and you are set.
Damnit Shade, stop making songs repeat itself in my head:
It won't stop, help me!