‘Ting’ The (unique) race trait [Viscyrlan Inspiration] has been inspired in unison with hundreds of Viscyrlan’s inspired with wanting change for the better of their old ways, in the recent hundreds of years the skill lost influence on the race due to malpractice of it during a fertility drought brought upon by a curse from one of their very own, the race trait [(unique)Viscyrlan Inspiration] has evolved into [(apex)Drive of the Viscyrlan]
[(apex)Drive of the Viscyrlan]: The Viscyrlans have always been extremely inspired and driven towards their goals, this trait has gained an evolution during a revival of a people during an infertile drought that made it impossible for reproduction, this caused the race to fall into a stagnate, hundreds rallied to the call of an inspired Viscyrlan, driven to revive the trait and its boon it secures for the race. This trait gives an unreplicable amount of drive for the Viscyrlan’s when they have a goal in mind, like their unique skill [Inquisitive Eye] it will vaguely direct you in the path of most success even in dire situations. Not only that but the trait will allow for the use of a race skill [(collective)Viscrylan Rally] to increase the physical, magical, and collective ability of the people around them when facing a common goal.
Erithyll was the first to read the end of it as she used the ‘Rally’ to boost everyone’s stats while we were all still pumped. A clicking sound that reminded me of a cicada but with the ‘S’ in it was more pronounced. I joined in soon after the room seemed to explode into a noise that was almost deafening including my parents who seemed to join it right after I had. I felt my very being get enhanced while the skill took over everyone thrummed with an aura that I couldn’t quite understand.
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Status: Amarydith [primordial soul]
(Rally ‘active’)
Mana: 1300/1300 (+34%)(2093 m/h) (+34%)
Vitality: 100/100 (+34%)
Strength: 12 (-4) (+34%)
Dexterity: 16 (-2) (+34%)
Endurance: 15 (+2) (+34%)
Wisdom: 20 (+34) (+12) (+34%)
intelligence: 28 (+10) (+8) (+34%)
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The arcane aura around me grew to a level I had yet to activate, my tail felt like it was overflowing again but this time my body held out essential giving me a supercharged tail. I looked around the room and saw lesser amounts of the magical construct converge on every single one of the more recent gifts giving them a twist in nature as they changed as well I identified the only gifts in front of me.
(Enchanted)(unique) Frill of the Arcane Child: this item was made by a graciously advanced tailor with an adept skill at enchanting. Enchanted with an assist of the very flow of arcane accelerating its process (222%) increase to manipulation of arcane properties. // Presented during an important turn for the Viscyrlan race and given when a revolution of inspiration flowed through hundreds now imbued with the property of inspiration making it a magical item. it Now has regenerative properties as well as the ability to always fit the wearer.
(Enchanted)(advanced)(unique) Arcane protector of Amarydith: made by a master of tailoring and a forging, this set was made with the lithe bodies of Viscyrlans in mind and made to protect every bit with freedom of movement in mind as well, as a debut product of a young couple. Enchanted by an advanced enchanter increases all Arcane attacks and defenses made by the wearer by (252%) which has a (Greater) layer of protection imbued by arcane itself diffusing spells of lesser quality. // gifted during an inspirational turn for the Viscyrlan race as a people making it a magical item, this item is now (Tailored) to Amarydith, ‘Magictouched’ child of Cyrith and Airryl, will not work otherwise, this garment will always fit the wearer, and will regenerate very slowly, faster if ones mana is used.
Not only did the stats on both of them rise they were given the unique tag, making them a very unique item, if they were already unique after them looking quite aligned to me and my arcane properties then now I was on the edge of my seat, almost literally after looking at the item specific to me the ‘Arcane protector of Amarydith’ giving it the most changes, and most importantly, making it tailored to me, making me the only one who can use the garments.
With how everything worked I was starting to get a higher understanding of magic itself, it is; at its very base state, arcane in nature, as its ‘fuel’ then its ‘fuel’ converges together in complex ways that I don’t understand to make mana, mana is like the components of magic to build it, each component is unique in some sort of way and also fueled by arcane, then, as you guessed it, finally magic is an amalgamation of many components, differing in quantity or complexity giving different Magic’s in the millions of different types may be even trillions.
Deep down in me, I knew there was more but I had no basis to go off of. The new drive within me sparked showing me something I already knew, runes. It all seemed too simple at first but I know there was something more in nature with magic. It was the opposite force that worked with it to create the rune, if magic is what I thought it was then if everyone just made runes with that in mind and then we would have extremely powerful runes. I have no idea what this other force is but I know it is made arcane as well, I can feel it.
I sat there thinking but the rally soon let off as the cheering came to an end, I was about to get very angry when I realized how tired I was, the entire ceremony had lasted until about 4 in the morning and we still had one more event to go over. I put the mana theory in the back of my head because most that I could do as a child was think and sometimes try out my very own magic.
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After some drinks and some partying everything died down and it was time for the final ceremony. The High Elder illithyll walked up to the middle of the room as people gave way for her, all four families with the new children to the family bloodlines were still sitting behind their tables that they have been for hours, she walked forward and stopped before the 4 families and spoke in a softer tone.
“This celebration has turned into a mark in our race’s history, for that, I commend everyone here, and I give my deepest gratitude to the young ones that were born on the brink of a drought end to bring a practice long past, we come to a close as I , chosen High Elder of Ariathyll family and High Elder of center Arcis present the sacred chain blade of arcane properties,” she waited for a second to allow the nervousness of who was going to be selected for the blade. I’ve never heard of the blade yet but it intrigued me now so I want it. “I am not the one selecting who carries the lineage of the blade. I only commence the ritual, it will now begin,” as she said that the torches lighting up the celebration hall dimmed as arcane snuffed it almost entirely out.
High Elder illithyll walked forward to the first child, it was the 1-year-old later bloomer that hadn’t had her ceremony yet, the elder took the blade to the hand of the child and slowly sliced through it revealing the blood below the skin, nothing happened and the skin that was once cut receded to being whole again as if nothing happened, next were the 2 other infants their wound closing as well. That’s when I noticed, my friend had been manipulating the arcane properties of the blade to stop the ritual from happening so I could win it, it felt like cheating and all of my race traits wanted to yell at him but not ‘inquisitive eye’, it was always open-minded so I let it slide to see what would happen.
When the elder presented the blade to me she spoke in a whisper, “this is going to sting little Amarydith,” but as the blade got closer it resonated with my arcane it began to glow with the same purple hue that my tail did. The weighted chain end whipped towards my arm. I looked at the elder and my friend, they both had wide eyes as they watched the magical Phenomenon happen before their eyes. The chain snaked up my arm as it came to a rest just before my shoulder, I could observe the force again and I was starting to understand it. Arcane energies mixed entirely give a unique mana signature to the link between my body and the blade but each end holds its own signature.
As the chained blade came to a halt it thrummed with power finalizing the changes made within the magic constructs of the magical item.
(Living)(expert)(apex)(tailoring) Acarils Sacred Blade of Arcane properties: this blade was made by the first progenitor of the race known as Viscyrlan, it was made with the true Visceral nature of the race in mind as it has its own magically tailored mind, made by an expert in arcane arts, it is purely made of arcane and takes a large amount of resilience if is wielded by a person without being tailored through blood ritual. This blade is a one of its kind passed down for thousands of years to the next kin of blood to Acarils herself, if this blade is wielded it will give the wearer a (200%) boost in whatever magical arts they use and will have a connection to the blade itself.
I’m 1 month old and I have around a 500% increase to the most versatile weapon/tool in my arsenal without actually knowing how to use it… great. The ceremony ended with the arcane now flowing back to the blade, lighting up the room.
“I’m not surprised… I thought you to be a descendant but the force it used was stronger than anything I’ve ever seen at a ceremony, congratulations Amarydith, Ciryth, and Airryl, your child is of Royal blood, or so that is how the story is, the blade's arcane energy was unstable, it had not been a part of a ceremony in hundreds of years so it began to tear itself apart, since it is living I suspect it yearned for a wielder and would have picked at whim if we’re not for the arcane attuned in the room,” she looked at me with an accusing stare but I paid no mind the old woman’s babbling almost like all that baby talk.
I willed the blade from its stagnate form and it slithered off from its dormancy, it seemed to observe the room as its ‘glare’ ended on me, I slithered back into its dormant state as I did not have any task for it. My little Hex friend observed it with a harsh curiosity. He looked back up at me and giggled, floating up and landing on my head I tuned back into what the elder was saying.
“This concludes the ceremony of newborn life for the vast families that are with us today, please be safe in your travels home and be wary of monsters, they are more abundant as of recent, I believe a resurgence of dungeons is upon us, worry not we will investigate into the matters,” the elder had seemed to go into a ‘political mode’ where she directed everyone.
My parents both sat there staring at me in shock as if the day couldn’t get anymore… different… I guess.
“I don’t know how much more of this I can take, City,” dad said, as exhausted as I was.
“I don’t know either my love, but I believe we should leave before we are bombarded with more questions and have to stay till sunrise, let’s go,” my mother said the last part in a hurrying tone as we got our newfound belonging and shoved them into various bags, and my new necklace of holding which easily held all of my clothing.
We quickly walked out of the building, almost getting caught by some family members that wanted to discuss something but my mom wasn’t having it, she told dad to finish the conversation while she would get me home to go to bed and get bathed.
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The night sky was as mesmerizing as I was in the void, except it had 2 new additions, moons both of them being a different color. The bigger one and easier to see one was dark blue like magic was and the bigger one was white, with a weird light rainbow hu-.
My train of thought ended as my race traits screamed at me, magic isn’t the only force, there is another one, anti-magic, it was just like magnetic forces, opposites attract and give confining stability. But that would also mean that there is anti-mana and anti-arcane, the world around me flashed for a second as a notification was brought to my attention.
‘Ting’ you have studied the fundamentals of magic and its components only scratching the surface of what is available, your souls have been touched by magic itself and Arcane has seeped its ways in through your body giving you authority over it, one of the rarest Attunement, it being the very base of magic and mana you have gained a skill befitting an arcane user. The attunement skill [Arcanic Sight] is achieved through theory and understanding
[Arcanic Sight]: the fundamentals of magic and mana start at the arcane forces that construct them, you have constructed a developing and working theory for what magic is, learning the forces and the steps throughout but this is not a great skill meaning there are many more mysteries to be solved. This skill allows for the physical sight of arcane energies at a high level, to help understand the mysteries of magic through dilation of sight and a boost towards understanding.
Now, this is what I’m talking about, my race traits were pleased with the fruit of my Labor and so was I. I decided to test out my new skill as my mother was carrying me home. We had about another hour and 30 minutes before we got home.