[ gale, people just died. people have killed. people are going to die. and you are out here getting a stiffy talking about magic.
they shake their head gently, mostly at themselves. ]
Yes, I haven't forgotten. Since you are so eager to discuss magic, then I will explain a little about it. The spell is called Resonant Echo. I will give you a demonstration.
[ people did die, people are going to die, one of those people has a very high chance of being him. adults are not making it very long in this game. so yes, in the meantime in the few remaining days or weeks he might possibly have left, he would like to enjoy the thing he loves most in the entire world, which is fuckin' around with magic. even if he can't cast it himself right now.
stepping back to give him space, gesturing like, you have the floor. ]
[ well, as straight-laced as they act, they are still A WIZARD to the core, and there is nothing more flattering than being able to be a damn peacock about your magic.
the robes shift. they draw out a sliver of pure black gemstone between their fingers. ] As you move through time, you make choices which affect the outcome of your journey forward through the timeline. But once that choice is made, many timelines are left behind to decay. Unused potential which could easily be redistributed. [ they murmur something under their breath which now to gale will absolutely sound like undercommon.
they draw the obsidian across the air in front of themselves, and it looks at first like they have drawn a dark line across the sky. inky shadows spill out of it toward the ground. it isn't a line. it's a tear, a split in the fabric of space.
and the shadow pouring out of it begins to form feet, legs, a waist - a whole dark copy of war. ]
These are called "echoes" - potential selves left in other timelines.
Edited (i can spell i guess the way there is probably another typo in here i missed) 2024-07-01 05:12 (UTC)
[ yeah he knows you want to show off you stupid fruit. god. wizards are all the same. gale knew the application of big and sad enough puppy dog eyes would eventually get essek to show off a spell and he fell right for this insidious trap (genuine joy and fascination with the unknown corners of their shared field of study).
watching all of this quietly and keeping his yapper closed for the moment to allow for concentration, but once the echo appears he'll approach. he's been doing a bit of the wizard-thing of not appearing too outwardly impressed before, but he's not even bothering to hide it now - he's clearly very impressed and watching closely. ]
May I take a guess? You are summoning it so it may commit to a course of action you would have otherwise chosen in that abandoned timeline?
[ it just makes him think about all the myriad little choices that lead to the path he currently stands on. who to reach a hand out to, who to trust, who to follow. a hag's deal and an illithid offer. all the things left behind or taken. ]
Why not utilize untapped potential before it's gone? It is simply a manifestation of dunamis which was not used. You are reaching into a forsaken timeline and crafting the leftover energy into something useful before it rots.
[ they gesture at the echo. ]
Echoes can cast one spell, and then they will vanish.
[ thank you for having a great eye and also being a stupid ass wizard like them. they motion with one of their hands, and the shadowy echo raises its own hand to point its finger at gale.
bang.
the echo begins to shimmery away as a gust of air puffs against gale's face and blows his hair back. ]
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they shake their head gently, mostly at themselves. ]
Yes, I haven't forgotten. Since you are so eager to discuss magic, then I will explain a little about it. The spell is called Resonant Echo. I will give you a demonstration.
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stepping back to give him space, gesturing like, you have the floor. ]
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the robes shift. they draw out a sliver of pure black gemstone between their fingers. ] As you move through time, you make choices which affect the outcome of your journey forward through the timeline. But once that choice is made, many timelines are left behind to decay. Unused potential which could easily be redistributed. [ they murmur something under their breath which now to gale will absolutely sound like undercommon.
they draw the obsidian across the air in front of themselves, and it looks at first like they have drawn a dark line across the sky. inky shadows spill out of it toward the ground. it isn't a line. it's a tear, a split in the fabric of space.
and the shadow pouring out of it begins to form feet, legs, a waist - a whole dark copy of war. ]
These are called "echoes" - potential selves left in other timelines.
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watching all of this quietly and keeping his yapper closed for the moment to allow for concentration, but once the echo appears he'll approach. he's been doing a bit of the wizard-thing of not appearing too outwardly impressed before, but he's not even bothering to hide it now - he's clearly very impressed and watching closely. ]
May I take a guess? You are summoning it so it may commit to a course of action you would have otherwise chosen in that abandoned timeline?
[ it just makes him think about all the myriad little choices that lead to the path he currently stands on. who to reach a hand out to, who to trust, who to follow. a hag's deal and an illithid offer. all the things left behind or taken. ]
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[ they gesture at the echo. ]
Echoes can cast one spell, and then they will vanish.
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[ branching paths, pages from a different book. ]
It is beautiful.
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[ thank you for having a great eye and also being a stupid ass wizard like them. they motion with one of their hands, and the shadowy echo raises its own hand to point its finger at gale.
bang.
the echo begins to shimmery away as a gust of air puffs against gale's face and blows his hair back. ]