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Having left the bayou for more fertile land Beatrix had found herself standing amidst the ancient trees of the Falwood, tall and proud and so very full of life. It was the perfect place to experiment...
The witch had spent some time marking out the ideal spot for her spell; a small clearing with a mighty oak at the center. With her staff she had drawn a circle in the dirt around it to mark out the first line, and then she began to detail the inner-circle with various symbols and shapes. The complexity of a rune served as part of the price; not just with the sacrifice of time taken to form it but also the amount of reagent required. In this case she had so far only drawn into the dirt the markings as more of a guideline, ensuring it was perfect and without fault before she'd start utilizing reagents.
She reached into one of her many satchels once the baseline of the runic circle around the oak tree was formed and from said satchel she pulled a decent sized pouch of dust. She took a pinch of it and knelt down besides the outer groove of the circle in the soil and began to sprinkle dust of varying glittering colors into the markings; the dust itself was powdered gems of a variety. Naturally she felt the price was better paid with a singular specific gem but where quality was lacking quantity would suffice; for now at least.
Naturally of course the grand oak itself was going to be supplying a large amount of the price needed for her spell but history had taught her to always provide more than you thought you'd need, hence the gem dust. She didn't have too much of it, definitely not enough to make a clear firm line of dust around the entire oak, but just enough sprinkles into the grooves would do to channel power throughout the rune.
It took her a while to complete the initial 'dusting' of the circle but she still had more to offer just in case. As she surveyed her work so far she took a step back in thought, leaning heavily upon her staff as she pondered. Perhaps the blood of a mage would work well enough next? Just a few drops into the lines of the circle here and there. Mage blood was inherently a rather potent source of fuel, far better than the blood of a peasant, and she believed the act of sacrifice alone greatly aided in fulfilling the price too.
Such thoughts about the laws passed through her mind, she was after all a rather cautious witch and she wouldn't make the same mistake as her mentor. To that note she glanced down to the carved skull hanging from her belt as she gently ran a hand over its scalp before she asked it plainly; "What do you think so far?".
Serelai Virelle
The witch had spent some time marking out the ideal spot for her spell; a small clearing with a mighty oak at the center. With her staff she had drawn a circle in the dirt around it to mark out the first line, and then she began to detail the inner-circle with various symbols and shapes. The complexity of a rune served as part of the price; not just with the sacrifice of time taken to form it but also the amount of reagent required. In this case she had so far only drawn into the dirt the markings as more of a guideline, ensuring it was perfect and without fault before she'd start utilizing reagents.
She reached into one of her many satchels once the baseline of the runic circle around the oak tree was formed and from said satchel she pulled a decent sized pouch of dust. She took a pinch of it and knelt down besides the outer groove of the circle in the soil and began to sprinkle dust of varying glittering colors into the markings; the dust itself was powdered gems of a variety. Naturally she felt the price was better paid with a singular specific gem but where quality was lacking quantity would suffice; for now at least.
Naturally of course the grand oak itself was going to be supplying a large amount of the price needed for her spell but history had taught her to always provide more than you thought you'd need, hence the gem dust. She didn't have too much of it, definitely not enough to make a clear firm line of dust around the entire oak, but just enough sprinkles into the grooves would do to channel power throughout the rune.
It took her a while to complete the initial 'dusting' of the circle but she still had more to offer just in case. As she surveyed her work so far she took a step back in thought, leaning heavily upon her staff as she pondered. Perhaps the blood of a mage would work well enough next? Just a few drops into the lines of the circle here and there. Mage blood was inherently a rather potent source of fuel, far better than the blood of a peasant, and she believed the act of sacrifice alone greatly aided in fulfilling the price too.
Such thoughts about the laws passed through her mind, she was after all a rather cautious witch and she wouldn't make the same mistake as her mentor. To that note she glanced down to the carved skull hanging from her belt as she gently ran a hand over its scalp before she asked it plainly; "What do you think so far?".
Serelai Virelle