A/N: Hey y'all. Dalsethel here, and well… I gave up on The Mute Immortal. I came down with the bug that was flying around the school, then I forgot to work on it and I eventually… quit. But, like the phoenix, or my preferred resurrector, the litch, I RISE AGAIN, bringing you all a story I actually planned out a bit, hoping for better results than last time. So, this stars a less mary-sue version of one of my older OC's, and i'll probably be better at writing him, as i'm more familiar with him. You might be able to guess the pseudonym he eventually adopts. Until then… shall we? *fades into murky shadows*
I'm going to say this upfront: I am not a very good person. I do good things, but I use dark means to achieve them. But, i'm getting ahead of myself. My names Taylor. Taylor Woods. No, I will not tell you my middle name, and if you know the least bit about the supernatural, you'll understand why. For those who don't, synopsis: magic is real, and names, full ones, can be used to direct some very nasty bits of it at you. This is the story of how I learned I was a homo magus (wizard sounds silly to me, as do sorcerer, magician, all of those), my training… and my specialty. It will have some of my old journal notes from back in the day (i'm going on 2556 years old, sending this back in time. So, way back in the day for me, but maybe a few months ahead for you). I discovered my magic on my seventeenth birthday.
Date: 10/19/2017-12/25/2017
Time: 03:35 -07:00pm Mountain time
Location: Johnstown/Loveland area, Colorado, United States.
I was walking from the bus stop to my house when it happened. A driver lost control of his car and swerved right towards me. I didn't have time to consciously react, other than to close my eyes. A few minutes later, I was still standing, and I dared to open my eyes. I was still standing in the exact same spot, no damage to my person. I looked behind me. The car had slammed into the house there, taking out the garage door. I wrote it off at first. I thought I had misjudged the trajectory of the car, and it had just missed me. More weird stuff kept happening though, and I began to get suspicious. I'd occasionally be pacing, and end up in another room without breaking my routine. Then, electronics started bugging out around me. Being the gamer that I am, I nearly cried the first time my hard drive randomly crashed. The next big thing happened on christmas of all days. My mom, god bless her soul, was a kind woman. However, she had a habit of getting together with men that made her happy, regardless of what other undesirable traits they had. She got out of that habit, and got together with a guy actually good for her, and for me. But, one of the exes was a real psycho, and ended up going insane somehow. He came to our house and busted down the door. We were all in the living room, which is connected right to that door. He had a gun and loosed a shot. This was the first time I really felt the power that had been growing in me. It was cold as ice, yet reminded me of all the good things in my life. The power flowed out of me, and hit him. He missed the shot, and fell to the ground, bleeding from his head. I looked around. The shot had ricocheted, bouncing off of two walls, and hitting the fucker in the head. We called the police, and they carted the body away. I heard them mention putting the SI department on it, whatever that meant. I started experimenting a while later, when everything had cooled down. I'd felt that power, and by god I was going to learn to use it. Nobody would hurt my friends or family again.
Date:3/20/2018
Time: 4:00 pm-4:30 pm, mountain time
Location: Chapungu sculpture park, Centerra, Colorado, United states
I drove to a local park to begin experimenting. We were still shaking off the winter chill, and only a few people would be there. Chapungu is nice, a very spiritual place located right off to the side of the Promenade Shops at Centerra. I had good memories here, and emotions seemed to help with this power. I found an isolated spot, near the one skeleton bird statue. I forget it's proper name, so sue me. The first thing I tried was relatively simple: lift a small rock telekinetically. I reached for that power, and it sprung forth readily, much to my surprise. I focused on the rock, imagining a blanket around it, pulling it upwards. I released the power into the world slowly- and instantly yelled in immense pain. It felt like my head was trying to split open. I won't pretend I was strong, some tough guy pushing through the pain. I fell and lay there groaning for about twenty minutes. Then, the headache faded into something manageable, and I managed to stand back up. I tried to figure out what i'd done wrong, before coming onto an idea. I focused on the rock again, directing the power to my left hand. I formed a gripping gesture with it, and lifted while letting the power out. No headache, and the rock moved upwards with my hand. I thrust my hand palm out, and the rock, now at head height, went flying in the direction i'd gestured. I immediately felt amazing! I'd learned the basics of how to control this power! In case any of you were wondering, I got my idea of using gestures from the Dungeons and Dragons player's handbook. All the spells in there mentioned verbal, somatic, and material components. After the initial exultation, I felt exhausted and decided to drive home. Despite how tired I was, I felt truly satisfied with myself for the first time in a long time. I did notice a large man in a turtleneck sweater staring after me. I thought it was strange at the time, but I let it go.
Journal log number 1: spell ideas
I'm starting to get the hang of this power. It's weird, almost like magic. It certainly followed the Player's handbook recommendations. Here's a few ideas for spells I came up with.
Verbal: Ignis : Creates fire to control.
Verbal: Orbolt, Somatic: Outstretched hand: Creates a small ball of electricity, maybe about four inches in diameter, that flies towards where my arm is pointing. Inspired by chromatic orb.
Somatic: Thrust: Creates a lance of force.
Somatic: crossed arms: creates a shield in front of me. Need to figure out how to test it.
Learned:
Somatic: grip, lift, and thrust: Sends the object i'm focusing on flying towards a target.
I also want to try to make a focus, but I need to get materials first, and decide on a form.
A/N: Well, first bit of the story written. It's set in my home state, given it's an area I know more about than say… chicago. Hopefully i'll do better writing this time. Hopefully. Cover art is by me, myself, and I. Also, not going to ask for ocs, but feel free to send them in. General guidelines: Can be wizard, Fae, or other supernatural creature. Can belong to either court, the white council, or just be a random practitioner. For wizards, 100 years old, maximum.