01-31-2018, 06:16 PM
Hecate wasnt sure if Warren had indeed followed her into the gateway. "It doesn't matter" she told herself as she finally turned her attention to the guards who seemed to pay no attention whatsoever to her. Long protruding ears and young faces seemed to be a common feature of whoever these people were. "Possibly the elves Warren mentioned." she mumbled to herself quietly, she was surprised when one turned his head to look at her. "Ears are clearly not just for show." she thought ti herself as she turned away from the gateway and looked at one of the nearby tree's. Thick bark covered the tree, green moss had taken over that very same bark.
Hecate touched the tree, hoping to find it to be a suitable place for her to focus. Sitting down beside the tall tree she focused only upon her self as she attempted once more to bring forth her twin swords. For something that had once been as easy as drawing breath Hecate struggled and strained. Still nothing appeared in her hands, frustration filled Hecate's features as she looked at her hands. "what else can I try?" she muttered to herself quietly Thinking back on what Warren had told her. "what if i must use....this omnillium?" she thought as the realization hit her, Back in Vestura, she had been able to call forth great storms, to blanket the countryside in sice, but If her powewrs were indeed as foreign to this land as it was to her then it might be safe to assume that Omnillium could serve as a catylst to bring her powers back to reality.
Hecate drew the small orb from the pocket of her uniform, and slowly began focusing her mind on the task at hand "It must be like they were." She said to herself, maintaining her focus to the best of her ability. "long blades, no guard, freezing to the touch." she muttered as she closed her eye's. A nearly blinding flash of rainbow colors seemed to take shape in her left hand as she put the orb back into the pocket of her Witch corps uniform. A second blade slowly began to take shape in her right hand a chilled breeze blew through the tree's, its cold touch was nearly as comforting as the two swords nearly completed in Hecate's hands.
As the Long blades completed, a sense of pride could be felt deep inside of her "Take of my soul, Meistra." she muttered in tribute to her goddess before sliding one of the long blade's scabbard into the small hoops on the back of her clothes, sliding the second carefully into the hoop on her hip at her right side. The unease of being in a new world was gone. "Being unarmed is the only way one can be helpless." She said with satisfaction.
Hecate touched the tree, hoping to find it to be a suitable place for her to focus. Sitting down beside the tall tree she focused only upon her self as she attempted once more to bring forth her twin swords. For something that had once been as easy as drawing breath Hecate struggled and strained. Still nothing appeared in her hands, frustration filled Hecate's features as she looked at her hands. "what else can I try?" she muttered to herself quietly Thinking back on what Warren had told her. "what if i must use....this omnillium?" she thought as the realization hit her, Back in Vestura, she had been able to call forth great storms, to blanket the countryside in sice, but If her powewrs were indeed as foreign to this land as it was to her then it might be safe to assume that Omnillium could serve as a catylst to bring her powers back to reality.
Hecate drew the small orb from the pocket of her uniform, and slowly began focusing her mind on the task at hand "It must be like they were." She said to herself, maintaining her focus to the best of her ability. "long blades, no guard, freezing to the touch." she muttered as she closed her eye's. A nearly blinding flash of rainbow colors seemed to take shape in her left hand as she put the orb back into the pocket of her Witch corps uniform. A second blade slowly began to take shape in her right hand a chilled breeze blew through the tree's, its cold touch was nearly as comforting as the two swords nearly completed in Hecate's hands.
As the Long blades completed, a sense of pride could be felt deep inside of her "Take of my soul, Meistra." she muttered in tribute to her goddess before sliding one of the long blade's scabbard into the small hoops on the back of her clothes, sliding the second carefully into the hoop on her hip at her right side. The unease of being in a new world was gone. "Being unarmed is the only way one can be helpless." She said with satisfaction.