- Training:
- ZanbaqTier: B
Class: Magician - Life
Type: Offensive
Range: Long
Requirements/Drawbacks: Must chant the incantation and stick her staff into the ground
Scaling: Damage
Sustain: 0
Cool Down: 3 posts
Cost: 30 Magoi
Description:
Aoife chants the incantation and taps her staff on the ground, revealing a 15cm thick rampaging vine covered in lilies stab at enemies up to 20m away for B tier damage.
Aoife ran her fingers along her staff, her Jeune Arbre, as she walked through the library of Magnostadt. She had been preparing tirelessly for her second Kodor exam--she had passed the academic part, yes, but the actual fighting required a lot more training than just learning the intricacies and properties of magic. She playfully spun her staff around and perused through books, hoping to find anything of value in helping her prepare. She didn't feel she lacked the skill nor did she think she was going to be at a disadvantage, but she needed more ammunition if she was going to wipe the floor with her opponent. After what seemed like an eternity (read: thirty minutes) of searching for something, she happened upon a recorded book of old spells for those blessed by life rukh. She immediately grabbed and went to the nearest table, absolutely intrigued by the book's contents. The title was incomprehensible, at least, she was absolutely flabbergasted as to what language the book was written in. Aoife squinted her eyes, as if it that was supposed to make the language suddenly easy to understand, and laughed at herself before returning to focus on the work at hand. The pages of the book were even more difficult to understand but there were fairly explicit drawings which Aoife found to be a godsend considering her situation.
"What...do you even mean...I wish I could understand you..." Aoife mumbled to herself, glossing over the pages and looking at the vivid, very descriptive illustrations. She happened upon one page that was purely depicted--it showed a magician in the center of a field conjuring up a wily and enormous vine adorned with lilies. Lilies were pretty and coincidentally Aoife's favorite flower, so she dug deeper into this picture. She felt drawn to it as if it was her destiny to happen upon this picture and learn from it. She grabbed the book and took it with her back to her room, delving deeper into the pages from the comfort of her own bed. She searched through every manuscript, every reference material, every book in her possession that could possibly translate the book's pages, but she met no success. Seeing it as a lost cause, she decided to set the book on her table and go to bed, finding she'd probably have more success in the morning.
Aoife awoke just before the sun rose, still haunted by the mysterious book she found in the library. It was still dark and the only light her room received was the luminescent glow of the moon that shone in through her window. She glanced at the book on the table and had the strangest allure to it, as if it was speaking to her. A cold breeze brushed across her shoulders as she shivered from the chill. She looked very fetching in her negligee, though who was really there to notice. She opened the book and glanced around at a few pages, feeling oddly confident about her abilities as a translator. Perhaps it was the moonlight, or Aoife had tapped into a secret knowledge she knew all along, but she seemed to understand the pages of the script.
"O...flowers...that speak...death...rise from the--ahem--O flowers of the long sleep, rise from thine earthen slumber and strip my foes from their mortal coil...Zanbaq" Aoife stammered, trying to correctly translate the words within the manuscript. She heard a rumbling in the plants around her, and whipped around to find her flower pot tremble ever so slightly. She looked quizzically at plant and edged closer to it, watching the plant wobble and shake more and more vigorously than before.
"Oh...oh no...oh f--" A vine shot from the pot and darted past Aoife's head, nearly striking her shoulder as it whipped into the wall closest to the door of her bedroom. The vine sprouted lilies from, well, Aoife wasn't really sure where, but the white flowers lit up the room as the vine retracted back into the plant, leaving the lilies to gracefully fall to the ground in its wake.
"Incredible...this magic...this power...this is unlike anything I have ever seen..." Aoife was positively perplexed. She wasn't too sure she could perform the spell again, at least not without understanding the founding principles behind it. Yes, it was life magic, but there was something to it, there was knowledge of something else that truly made the magic what it was. She pored through the pages of the text, its words made completely legible to her eyes now. She was desperate to find the properties and sat down at the table, furiously writing down notes and absorbing in everything she could. As the sun rose in the distance, the words on the pages once again became completely ineligible, causing Aoife to furiously undulate in rage.
"OH COME ON!" She screamed so loud the walls shook a bit from the sound. She thought she saw a black streak flutter around the room, but that also just might be her vision going from the delirium of being up five hours earlier than she usually is. Deciding that a nap would be best, she laid down in her bed and laid it all to rest, dreaming of powerful magic and lilies.
It was night when Aoife woke up, her body groggy from the disturbance in her sleep schedule, and immediately took to her book. However, this time, instead of writing down more notes, she grabbed her book and zipped out to test out her new idea in practice.
"Okay...let's try this: O flowers of death, emerge from thine earthen slumber and rend the world asunder, Zanbaq!" Aoife chanted, and tapped her staff on the ground, feeling the rukh around her flutter, and vibrate, and whirl around her. This power was nothing she had ever felt before. The earth around her tore at itself and sprouted a vicious vine that shot twenty meters out into the air, revealing blossomed lilies upon the vine. As the vine return to the earth, the lilies rained down upon her, leaving her in a field of white. Aoife had discovered the secret: yes, it was life magic, but it was knowledge of strength magic that really made the spell work.
"YES!"
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