Blood Stone I (Solo)
Posted: Sun Jul 17, 2022 2:24 pm
Blood Stone
Location: Manor Lab in Zaichaer
The space was small, but within the circular room of the tower, Lyra had everything she needed already prepared. Against one wall was a series of stone pedestals covered in glyphs, the center of the room was taken up by a circular table with different sigils etched into the polished wood. In the center of the table sat a large Aetherite dragon shard on a metal stand. The remaining wall space was taken up by shelves, a small desk and chair, and a chest with other supplies she might need. It was not her grandest of facilities, but Lyra would make it work.
On one of the stone pedestals, a thick grey liquid was spinning slowly, thickening as time went on and the runes of the pedestal glowed faintly with power. With an absent flick of her finger, Lyra sent a drop of her black blood into the mixture, the blood steadily being mixed in and darkening the color ever so slightly. It would not be long now and the ichor would be ready. On the other 2 pedestals were large beakers with a reddish black liquid in it that also spun in a slow circle within the glassware. Within each was a softly going white gem, soul totems Lyra had crafted for the purpose. While she eyed the spinning liquid Lyra carefully cut her palm with a thin knife engraved with runes, letting a thin trickle of blood fall off her palm and into each of the beakers. The more blood she could collect the better. A bit a salve, and a thin bandage and the wound was tended to and Lyra turned her attention to the workbench at the center of the room.
Over the last week, Lyra had collected blood from Florian on 3 separate occasions. Each time she had obtained a little over a pint of blood, which now sat in 3 separate containers caped and sealed on the workbench. The jars had been etched with necromantic runes to keep the blood from coagulating. Now though Lyra needed to transform it into a more useable form. She started by pouring out the blood into 3 smaller containers, ending up with a total of 3 glass vials with equal amounts of liquid. She set 5 of the vials aside, starting with one to perform the necessary experiments. Even now, with just the small volume in the vial, Lyra could see the antimagic effects of the blood taking effect. There was a slight waver to the glow of the aetherite shard at the center of the workbench, and when she picked up the vial she felt the magics that fueled her body grow sluggish. The properties that she wished to utilize were also properties that would make working with the blood more difficult, but Lyra had expected this.
Antimagic was a word used so carelessly that it had all but lost all meaning. The common men and women of the world thought it would completely halt the use of magic in its entirety, but the truth was more complicated. Like mage bane, Florian's blood did not prevent magics' use, but rather disrupted it. The blood gave off a wave of energy which caused the natural magics of the world to waver and break down, thus dispelling the effects of magic runes and items. Like personal magic itself, though, even this antimagic effect ran at a specific frequency. All Lyra had to do was determine what that frequency was, and control the output of aether in her own magic to circumvent the effects. This was easier said than done, but Lyra was now leaning on every ounce of collective mastery she had across all world magic disciplines.
The vial of blood was set into a stand over a sigil of Dissolution, a pictograph from the discipline of Alchemy which was harsh but extremely effective. Perhaps she would have used a less intrusive method, but Lyra was not concerned with the total shelf life of what she was about to create. She needed to pull out the parts of the blood she desired to a workable form, and in other processes, she would deal with the stability of the reagents when she created the gemstones themselves.
Putting her hands on either side of the sigil on top of pictographs linked to the workbench's mechanisms, Lyra activated the sigil. Aether was pulled from the dragonshard and filtered down into the sigil of dissolution. Lyra watched, straining to see through the silver spectacles on her nose as she observed the movement of aether. As the aether drew close the strands of energy would waver, before disintegrating before the power of the blood in the vial. Unperturbed Lyra began steadily adjusting the power of aether that flowed into the sigil, and the frequency of it as it passed through the pictographs and attempted to affect the item at the center. Time passed, and after what felt like hours Lyra saw it. Thin strands of aether began to reach the vial, and at last, penetrated into the liquid itself. A smile curled her lips as she increased the output of power, fulling activating the sigil as she made several small adjustments to the pictographs around the sigil itself. She steadily pulled out pieces of the blood's composition, separating out the physical properties, the organic, metallic and magical into different layers which became visible as a gradient within the vial.
Releasing the power Lyra straightened and lifted the vial which now had five separate layers to it. As she watched she could see the layers beginning to mix once more, the blood clearly disliking the odd state she had forced it into. Quickly she placed the vial into the next sigil, the Sigil of Preemption, and activated the pictographs. The layers once more stabilized, and Lyra began collecting the next items she needed. 5 more vials, and a small pipette with a large bulb on one end. Carefully, while the sigil was still active, Lyra separated the layers into different vials using the pipette, paying careful attention to the clearest layer which rested at the very top of the original vial. This was the layer that contained the properties Lyra truly desired, but for now, she moved it into another sigil of stabilization while she worked with the other tubes.
Lyra had now separated out the unique, magical properties of the blood into its own vial. Liquid antimagic, or something akin to it, now sat in the sigil on the farthest end of the table, waiting for what was to come next. The four remaining tubes contained the blood organic properties, which she mixed together once more before setting the new mixed vial into another sigil, a sigil of Catalyzation. She did not leave the blood there for long, for as soon as she began funneling aether through the blood it began to react far stronger than before. The blood no longer had the antimagic properties preventing it from taking in the effects of alchemy being applied to it, which also meant the time of the reactions shortened considerably. After just a few minutes Lyra moved the vial to a new Sigil of Evolution. The layers had not mixed back together properly, but now the liquid in the vial began to bubble. Leaving it there Lyra took the separated antimagic properties and placed it into a sigil of Dormancy, cranking up the power from the aetherite shard as high as she dared to forcefully contain the properties of the liquid within. IF she could contain it, and condense the effects of the magical properties to a less potent state, without losing any of its concentration, Lyra knew she could make full use of it in later steps. The clear liquid became cloudy, then viscus until finally, it started to form small crystalline structures. That was when Lyra quickly took the tube and vial of still bubbling blood and placed them both into a sigil of reconstitution. She started with the blood itself, using a glass rod to steadily stir the still bubbling liquid until she felt it thickening. She then dumped the entire tube of now crystalized powder into the vial, still mixing steadily as the bubbling stopped and the blood thickened to paste.
Finally, the tube was placed in one more Sigil of Evolution, and placing her hands on either side Lyra poured her aether into the sigil, causing a flash of light and radiant blue energy to spark along the entirety of the table. The sound of cracking glass followed, and when the lights dimmed Lyra looked down and saw a small red crystal with jagged edges. The center of the crystal was dark black and seemed to suck in the glow of the sigil where it lay.
Carefully Lyra picked up the crystal, bringing it to her eyes to examine it closely. Then she smiled. She had crafted a condensed antimagic blood crystal.
1st of Searing, 122 AS
The space was small, but within the circular room of the tower, Lyra had everything she needed already prepared. Against one wall was a series of stone pedestals covered in glyphs, the center of the room was taken up by a circular table with different sigils etched into the polished wood. In the center of the table sat a large Aetherite dragon shard on a metal stand. The remaining wall space was taken up by shelves, a small desk and chair, and a chest with other supplies she might need. It was not her grandest of facilities, but Lyra would make it work.
On one of the stone pedestals, a thick grey liquid was spinning slowly, thickening as time went on and the runes of the pedestal glowed faintly with power. With an absent flick of her finger, Lyra sent a drop of her black blood into the mixture, the blood steadily being mixed in and darkening the color ever so slightly. It would not be long now and the ichor would be ready. On the other 2 pedestals were large beakers with a reddish black liquid in it that also spun in a slow circle within the glassware. Within each was a softly going white gem, soul totems Lyra had crafted for the purpose. While she eyed the spinning liquid Lyra carefully cut her palm with a thin knife engraved with runes, letting a thin trickle of blood fall off her palm and into each of the beakers. The more blood she could collect the better. A bit a salve, and a thin bandage and the wound was tended to and Lyra turned her attention to the workbench at the center of the room.
Over the last week, Lyra had collected blood from Florian on 3 separate occasions. Each time she had obtained a little over a pint of blood, which now sat in 3 separate containers caped and sealed on the workbench. The jars had been etched with necromantic runes to keep the blood from coagulating. Now though Lyra needed to transform it into a more useable form. She started by pouring out the blood into 3 smaller containers, ending up with a total of 3 glass vials with equal amounts of liquid. She set 5 of the vials aside, starting with one to perform the necessary experiments. Even now, with just the small volume in the vial, Lyra could see the antimagic effects of the blood taking effect. There was a slight waver to the glow of the aetherite shard at the center of the workbench, and when she picked up the vial she felt the magics that fueled her body grow sluggish. The properties that she wished to utilize were also properties that would make working with the blood more difficult, but Lyra had expected this.
Antimagic was a word used so carelessly that it had all but lost all meaning. The common men and women of the world thought it would completely halt the use of magic in its entirety, but the truth was more complicated. Like mage bane, Florian's blood did not prevent magics' use, but rather disrupted it. The blood gave off a wave of energy which caused the natural magics of the world to waver and break down, thus dispelling the effects of magic runes and items. Like personal magic itself, though, even this antimagic effect ran at a specific frequency. All Lyra had to do was determine what that frequency was, and control the output of aether in her own magic to circumvent the effects. This was easier said than done, but Lyra was now leaning on every ounce of collective mastery she had across all world magic disciplines.
The vial of blood was set into a stand over a sigil of Dissolution, a pictograph from the discipline of Alchemy which was harsh but extremely effective. Perhaps she would have used a less intrusive method, but Lyra was not concerned with the total shelf life of what she was about to create. She needed to pull out the parts of the blood she desired to a workable form, and in other processes, she would deal with the stability of the reagents when she created the gemstones themselves.
Putting her hands on either side of the sigil on top of pictographs linked to the workbench's mechanisms, Lyra activated the sigil. Aether was pulled from the dragonshard and filtered down into the sigil of dissolution. Lyra watched, straining to see through the silver spectacles on her nose as she observed the movement of aether. As the aether drew close the strands of energy would waver, before disintegrating before the power of the blood in the vial. Unperturbed Lyra began steadily adjusting the power of aether that flowed into the sigil, and the frequency of it as it passed through the pictographs and attempted to affect the item at the center. Time passed, and after what felt like hours Lyra saw it. Thin strands of aether began to reach the vial, and at last, penetrated into the liquid itself. A smile curled her lips as she increased the output of power, fulling activating the sigil as she made several small adjustments to the pictographs around the sigil itself. She steadily pulled out pieces of the blood's composition, separating out the physical properties, the organic, metallic and magical into different layers which became visible as a gradient within the vial.
Releasing the power Lyra straightened and lifted the vial which now had five separate layers to it. As she watched she could see the layers beginning to mix once more, the blood clearly disliking the odd state she had forced it into. Quickly she placed the vial into the next sigil, the Sigil of Preemption, and activated the pictographs. The layers once more stabilized, and Lyra began collecting the next items she needed. 5 more vials, and a small pipette with a large bulb on one end. Carefully, while the sigil was still active, Lyra separated the layers into different vials using the pipette, paying careful attention to the clearest layer which rested at the very top of the original vial. This was the layer that contained the properties Lyra truly desired, but for now, she moved it into another sigil of stabilization while she worked with the other tubes.
Lyra had now separated out the unique, magical properties of the blood into its own vial. Liquid antimagic, or something akin to it, now sat in the sigil on the farthest end of the table, waiting for what was to come next. The four remaining tubes contained the blood organic properties, which she mixed together once more before setting the new mixed vial into another sigil, a sigil of Catalyzation. She did not leave the blood there for long, for as soon as she began funneling aether through the blood it began to react far stronger than before. The blood no longer had the antimagic properties preventing it from taking in the effects of alchemy being applied to it, which also meant the time of the reactions shortened considerably. After just a few minutes Lyra moved the vial to a new Sigil of Evolution. The layers had not mixed back together properly, but now the liquid in the vial began to bubble. Leaving it there Lyra took the separated antimagic properties and placed it into a sigil of Dormancy, cranking up the power from the aetherite shard as high as she dared to forcefully contain the properties of the liquid within. IF she could contain it, and condense the effects of the magical properties to a less potent state, without losing any of its concentration, Lyra knew she could make full use of it in later steps. The clear liquid became cloudy, then viscus until finally, it started to form small crystalline structures. That was when Lyra quickly took the tube and vial of still bubbling blood and placed them both into a sigil of reconstitution. She started with the blood itself, using a glass rod to steadily stir the still bubbling liquid until she felt it thickening. She then dumped the entire tube of now crystalized powder into the vial, still mixing steadily as the bubbling stopped and the blood thickened to paste.
Finally, the tube was placed in one more Sigil of Evolution, and placing her hands on either side Lyra poured her aether into the sigil, causing a flash of light and radiant blue energy to spark along the entirety of the table. The sound of cracking glass followed, and when the lights dimmed Lyra looked down and saw a small red crystal with jagged edges. The center of the crystal was dark black and seemed to suck in the glow of the sigil where it lay.
Carefully Lyra picked up the crystal, bringing it to her eyes to examine it closely. Then she smiled. She had crafted a condensed antimagic blood crystal.
"Lady of Whispers"