01-31-2018, 10:45 PM
"Do you not have preistess's of the three goddess's to rid you of illness?" Hecate he explained about raid and sickness. It was something she hadent had much to deal with, incects seemed to steer clear of mages and witches. "Cannons and shields sound good" she said as she wondered what plasma was "Probbly some of his culture's technology" she thought to herself as he asked about her swords. she paused considering any possible repricussians to explaining how magic worked in her world.
"The core of my blades is in essance my soul." she started as she drew the one from her back carefully, the five and a half foot long white blade gleamed with deadly beuty as she pointed at the same tree Warren had just blasted with his weapon.
"Every mage and witch has a weapon that they can use to channel magic. They use a small part of the energies found within the soul as a catylist to grate weapons,projectiles and in my case, even entire forests of ice." She explained "For some mages such as the one who trained me, the weapons themselves are a form of energy." She paused for a moment to figure the best way to describe it. "Her training method was pain, her magic was pain. That is the easiest way to describe it." She took a deep breath
"Immagine being chained up in a small stone room alone unable to see anything but the flickering of torchlight." she said as she considered her next words " now immagine being braught to levels of unimmaginable pain jsut by having an iron bar pointed at you." Hecate added.
Those of us able to display magic were culled from a large group and held in dungeons for nearly a year, leaving only to be tortured or trained in how to draw the magic out." She said with a low voice "My ability was slow to manifest. They say that the torture makes it easier to draw the power, but that was not the case with me....."
She swung her sword at the tree in a powerfull overhead strike aiming at one of the branches, the branch fell to the ground. "Notice how both sides of the cut are frozen over?" Hecate asked as she expected Warren to go and look at it while she finished her story and explenation.
"My magic is different, Ice users tend to bleed off their power in a lingering way." she explained as she waited for the ice on the tree to melt slowly. "My blades constantly sap a small amount of my spiritual power and use it to keep at a cold enough temperature that anything it touches it freezes on contact." She concluded
"Now tell me about this future magic you just showed me." she asked as she looked at the blasted branch "I heard nothing, jet it exploded the moment you pointed your weapon at it."
"The core of my blades is in essance my soul." she started as she drew the one from her back carefully, the five and a half foot long white blade gleamed with deadly beuty as she pointed at the same tree Warren had just blasted with his weapon.
"Every mage and witch has a weapon that they can use to channel magic. They use a small part of the energies found within the soul as a catylist to grate weapons,projectiles and in my case, even entire forests of ice." She explained "For some mages such as the one who trained me, the weapons themselves are a form of energy." She paused for a moment to figure the best way to describe it. "Her training method was pain, her magic was pain. That is the easiest way to describe it." She took a deep breath
"Immagine being chained up in a small stone room alone unable to see anything but the flickering of torchlight." she said as she considered her next words " now immagine being braught to levels of unimmaginable pain jsut by having an iron bar pointed at you." Hecate added.
Those of us able to display magic were culled from a large group and held in dungeons for nearly a year, leaving only to be tortured or trained in how to draw the magic out." She said with a low voice "My ability was slow to manifest. They say that the torture makes it easier to draw the power, but that was not the case with me....."
She swung her sword at the tree in a powerfull overhead strike aiming at one of the branches, the branch fell to the ground. "Notice how both sides of the cut are frozen over?" Hecate asked as she expected Warren to go and look at it while she finished her story and explenation.
"My magic is different, Ice users tend to bleed off their power in a lingering way." she explained as she waited for the ice on the tree to melt slowly. "My blades constantly sap a small amount of my spiritual power and use it to keep at a cold enough temperature that anything it touches it freezes on contact." She concluded
"Now tell me about this future magic you just showed me." she asked as she looked at the blasted branch "I heard nothing, jet it exploded the moment you pointed your weapon at it."