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For Æros, one of the things that appealed to him most about Elementalism from the very start was one of its most unique, and most adaptable, abilities– that being the lodestone. These crystalline manifestations of elemental earth could, eventually, hold immense power even beyond the purview of the rune itself. And while the ghostly patrician was, certainly, interested in what he could do with the elements themselves within these crystals, it was imbuing them with his other magics that interested him the very most.
Alas, his skill with the Craft was not quite where he wanted it to be. Dying, certainly, did not help him much when it came to his runic development– travesty as that was, it slowed his ability to practice any of his magic by quite a lot. In part because he was busy, part because he was exhausted, part because he had, for a bit, had to keep adapting to new hosts, and part way because he had just been wading through and sorting through a mire of endlessly unpleasant emotions.
However, with the encouragement of his kin and a particularly good spirited Palæmon, he felt like he owed it to them, at least, to do his best to get himself back into some semblance of normalcy, some semblance of a forward trajectory. Frankly, he was bewildered that Palæmon didn't hate him– he felt, constantly, like he'd ruined the other man's life…but his cousin was empathetic. Æros had died, but no part of their current possession situation had actually been his fault. And, simply put, the moonborn didn't believe that wallowing was productive; it was a waste of both of their time and lives to not at least try to work together and salvage this situation in the best fashion possible for each of them.
Indeed, this called for ways to spend their time that benefited the both of them– which, they agreed, practicing magic fit that bill. And one of Æros’ first ideal for such endeavors was to try and make a few different little lodestones; Palæmon had said his abilities had stabilized enough to at least make simple ones.
Alas, his skill with the Craft was not quite where he wanted it to be. Dying, certainly, did not help him much when it came to his runic development– travesty as that was, it slowed his ability to practice any of his magic by quite a lot. In part because he was busy, part because he was exhausted, part because he had, for a bit, had to keep adapting to new hosts, and part way because he had just been wading through and sorting through a mire of endlessly unpleasant emotions.
However, with the encouragement of his kin and a particularly good spirited Palæmon, he felt like he owed it to them, at least, to do his best to get himself back into some semblance of normalcy, some semblance of a forward trajectory. Frankly, he was bewildered that Palæmon didn't hate him– he felt, constantly, like he'd ruined the other man's life…but his cousin was empathetic. Æros had died, but no part of their current possession situation had actually been his fault. And, simply put, the moonborn didn't believe that wallowing was productive; it was a waste of both of their time and lives to not at least try to work together and salvage this situation in the best fashion possible for each of them.
Indeed, this called for ways to spend their time that benefited the both of them– which, they agreed, practicing magic fit that bill. And one of Æros’ first ideal for such endeavors was to try and make a few different little lodestones; Palæmon had said his abilities had stabilized enough to at least make simple ones.
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"Vallenor"
"Vastien"
"Valasren"
"Common"