Admiring, walking around one of his newly formed creations, Clesydros drags his pale hand across the immaculate diamantine being of the Kruovios, commenting with both satisfaction and concern evident in his voice
"These beings of diamond, these Kruovios are perfect. Too perfect. All that was here in the present, i have poured into making into making only a handful.
They will not make for an army as i had hoped... But they will be the perfect elite guard for an Emperor! Each could best me in a match of strength four times over... Yet they lack my finesse, my agility. But as my shield, they will serve well!""This bit of an unintended, but not unwelcome, mishap does not change my plans in the short term. But i cannot afford to experiment upon them as i had planned, being so few and so... Perfect!"
. . .
Having reached the very southern point of the very same island he has been upon since arriving here, stood upon a tall rocky cliff, stripped bare of any substrate by his magic to form the Kruovios, he looks out toward the sea, to the south and toward the island barely visible there.
"The space upon this island is limited, and i have taken all that it has to offer in the present. The concern was already there, the depletion of resources only makes them more immediate. I need space, and i need more ashes. The island i see to the south looks just about the same as this, and will serve me just as well.""Of course, it would be far too pedestrian to constantly expend my effort to travel between them. So i will simply expend more one time and bring the island back here! It is really just a simple translocation trick, but of great scale. I do not want to risk translocating the island i'm on, and i'd rather bring them here to the north, where i feel i am closer to the Throne.""First, i will translocate myself to the island in the south. This will serve to allow me to scout the island and see whether there are any more. Then i shall cast a spherical bubble of translocation over the entire island, and bring it here, to join it to the southern shore of this island.""Translocation of large areas of space is always a risk. I shall be cautious and pragmatic, i'd rather move a bit of the island the whole way, than over-stretch my power and move the whole island anywhere but where i want to. I should as well take a moment to remind myself of the translocation spell's function, to prepare myself for such a feat."Memories flood Clesdryos' mind, a voice he has not heard for a time far longer than his apparent age would ever imply.
"Translocation is the fundamental basis of Spatial magic. It is the effect on which much of the school of magic is laid upon. In it's simplest form of the technique, it swaps the positions of two spherical areas of space of equivalent size, in a single instant. These Translocation "bubbles" cleave a clean edge through space, just as your Time Pull does, Clesydros, leaving a clear boundary where the space was swapped, or in your case pulled. This method, of course has many applications, the transport of small objects being the most obvious, and with advanced technique, the bubble can take any, arbitrary shape, limiting collateral damage. It can be even used as a weapon in a pinch. It is quite shocking to see a man cleanly bisected with a Translocation bubble."
He remembers the blue magicks of his colleagues, those inclined to Spatial magic. But he also remembers the red magics of those that dealt in the field he did not study much, the field of phase magic, or as laymen would call it "Dimensional magic", and the superstitious would call those magi "Occultists", "Witches" or "Devil Summoners", when they only dealt with just another dimension, just like Temporal and Spatial mages.
"You don't get it, do you Clesydros? Those echoes of yours, the mirages, they're just time that's out of phase. All three of the magics; Space, Time and Phase are just branches of the same tree. You've just happened to choose the most complicated of the three, and now you think you've got the right to feel superior to everyone else. Well phase magic is above even that, it pulls from other universes, from other realities."
| Clesydros | Time/Space Mystic |
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♥ 5/5 | MGT:1 SKL:5 HRD:2 WIL:2 |
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(++) Time Magic |
(+) Space Magic |
(+) All Magic |
Name:Clesydros
Appearance: A pale man in dark green-blue robes. His face is shrouded by a hood, with only a black goatee visible from beneath the hood. Has several novel time-keeping devices and calendars hanging off his robes.
Map Color:
#55FFCAExtra Info/Trivia: He speaks in an assertive, heavy voice and his words have an echo even when they have naught to echo off of. Visually, magic is
#55FFCA too.
Primary Mystic Aspect: Time
"The past of our present reality is unalterable, it's distant future indeterminate. The further into past one looks, the harder it is to bring it to present, the further forward, the more difficult it is to scry.
The very nature of time itself restricts magic altering it, to effect only on local scale. The entirety of neither time nor space can be manipulated at once by anyone short of it's creator!
The nature of time is intrinsic to reality. The laws that govern it inviolable. But it does not mean they can't be bent!"Secondary Mystic Aspect: Space
"With understanding of time and it's mastery, comes a certain equivalent of the physical dimensions. One cannot understand time, without understanding how it and spatial space are intertwined."Wounds: 5/5 (3 + 1/2 Hardiness + 1/2 Willpower = 3+1+1=5)
Might: 1
Skill: 5
Hardiness: 2
Willpower: 2
Inventory:
- Hooded Robes
- The First Slate
- Notes: Pulled from beginning of time by Clesydros on Turn Zero. Bears the 'Divine Grammar' thought to be chisled by the Creator of Creators themself.
- Effect: So long as you maintain the First Slate in your possession, you gain a static +1 to all rolls when casting magicks.
"The future is yet to be written, but the past is my domain! I will pluck the realities of aeons past like ripe fruits from trees!"Subordinates:
| POP SMALL | Kruovios | 3/2 HUMAN SIZE | DIAMOND HUMANOID |
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♥ 5/5 | MGT:4 SKL:0 HRD:6 WIL:0 |
| MINDLESS | LIFELESS FORM |
Population - Small
Stature - Halfway larger than the average human.
Notes: Formed on Turn One by Clesydros by compacting all the dust and ashes encompassing a small island into humanoid form. They bear little will of their own, and likely could not act without a mystic's influence, but are extremely tough thanks to their bodies which are composed entirely of colourless crystal.
Wounds 5/5
Might - 4
Skill - 0
Hardiness - 6
Willpower - 0
MINDLESS: These creatures bear no mind, nor will of their own. They cannot think for themselves and respond only to their creator's rudimentary commands. Magicks affecting the mind will automatically fail against them.
LIFELESS FORM: This creature cannot regenerate lost wounds without great magicks set to do so, even then the process is tricky.
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