03-16-2016, 06:03 PM
"Eh, I guess it is a bit of overkill," Eric quietly muttered. "But what's done is done. No use in wasting yet ANOTHER jar of repellent." Looking back to Jams, the mage noted that the he had begun the process of summoning as well. Oh wow. That's a lot of pencils. Pivoting slightly upon his foot, Eric turned back to the shimmering portal, and gazed deep into its depths. What lies behind this gate? The suspense is killing me. From behind, the green-robed youth heard Jams declare that he had finished his preparations. As he walked up to the portal, Jams suggested that Eric gather a few more items, other than his jar of bug spray. "Alright. Give me a few minutes to think of something." Wasting no time, Eric immediately set himself to the task, racking his brain for ideas. After a few moments of thought, something... emerged. It did not feel like a memory, but more like an impression of the past. This formed itself into.. journalism? The young magick user's conscience seemed to brighten, as if another wall blocking his memory had been torn down. Hmm... Oh wow. Just thinking about it, I'm getting excited. With barely controlled eagerness, Eric hurriedly began another round of summoning.
Soon, a pile of items lay scattered at the mage's feet. Firstly, a small journal, with swirling patterns of various greens adorning the cover. Within, smooth, crisp blank pages beckoned, begging to be filled. Depositing the book in a smaller compartment of his pack, Eric moved on to the next items. Imitating Jams, he had summoned a dozen matching pencils, each with a different assortment of colors and patterns. Unlike the pencils in Jams' possession, these would not require sharpening. Instead, through some magick, the they would never be changed. Of the twelve, there were three sections. Four of the pencils would remain extremely sharp, capable of producing sharp lines and dead enemies. The four on the opposite side of the spectrum would be made of dull, soft lead. The final four were in the middle, neither sharp nor dull, and neither soft nor hard. Capping each like a crown were bright yellow eraser, as if a star had been captured in each one. Snapping his head up, Eric realized he had been staring at the pencils for well over half a minute. The green-robed mage, embarrassed, shoved the writing instruments into a separate pocket.
Approaching Jams, Eric announced "I am ready. Let us go now". As soon as Jams confirmed his consent, Eric boldly strode into the swirling portal, eager for a new beginning. As he entered, the youthful magicks user was assaulted with thousands of various shades of green zooming past, as if he were flying through the canopy of a jungle at unimaginable speeds. He found that he no longer was walking, but a mix of flying/falling. The colors sped by faster and faster, until a white opening in the distance appeared. Within the blink of an eye, the aperture was upon him, and he was swallowed into its depths.
Soon, a pile of items lay scattered at the mage's feet. Firstly, a small journal, with swirling patterns of various greens adorning the cover. Within, smooth, crisp blank pages beckoned, begging to be filled. Depositing the book in a smaller compartment of his pack, Eric moved on to the next items. Imitating Jams, he had summoned a dozen matching pencils, each with a different assortment of colors and patterns. Unlike the pencils in Jams' possession, these would not require sharpening. Instead, through some magick, the they would never be changed. Of the twelve, there were three sections. Four of the pencils would remain extremely sharp, capable of producing sharp lines and dead enemies. The four on the opposite side of the spectrum would be made of dull, soft lead. The final four were in the middle, neither sharp nor dull, and neither soft nor hard. Capping each like a crown were bright yellow eraser, as if a star had been captured in each one. Snapping his head up, Eric realized he had been staring at the pencils for well over half a minute. The green-robed mage, embarrassed, shoved the writing instruments into a separate pocket.
Approaching Jams, Eric announced "I am ready. Let us go now". As soon as Jams confirmed his consent, Eric boldly strode into the swirling portal, eager for a new beginning. As he entered, the youthful magicks user was assaulted with thousands of various shades of green zooming past, as if he were flying through the canopy of a jungle at unimaginable speeds. He found that he no longer was walking, but a mix of flying/falling. The colors sped by faster and faster, until a white opening in the distance appeared. Within the blink of an eye, the aperture was upon him, and he was swallowed into its depths.
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