Cinder (Ritual preparation) Exceptional success
CHARM (Light Painting)
Dalton arched an eyebrow at the tale of Carter's friend. “That's... certainly extravagant?” He said, after a beat, although he didn't sound certain of what he said. Foolhardy might be a better word, but Dalton wasn't certain what went into getting said jaguar blood.
Regardless of the questionable habits of Carter's friends, Dalton continued his work. Satisfied with the placement of the component, he reached for the chain that held his amulet and pulled it out from underneath his shirt, letting it hang from his neck out in the open. He lifted his hands, clasped together in front of himself as if he was holding something in his palms before the magic triggered and light bloomed between his hands. He pulled his hands apart, expanding an exact copy of the pattern on his amulet, traced in shining lines of light.
“The next step,” he began, recalling Carter's wish to be walked through the process. “Is to scribe the ritual circle and place the runes...” he trailed off, manipulating the geometric pattern contained in a double circle in front of himself, adjusting the size and angle of it, to bring it to hover just above the workbench surface. His focus was sharpened on the work, knowing at this step he couldn't lose his concentration. A good thing he was used to dealing with the stress of a surgery suite.
Happy with the placement, he lifted his hands and the glowing geometric ritual circle remained. He let out a pleased hum, before he began writing with his fingertip, leaving glowing lines as he wrote out the spell. To anyone with passing familiarity with Mesopotamian history and culture, the Cuneiform would be familiar with its wedge-shaped pattern marking out each word.
CHARM (Light Painting)
Dalton arched an eyebrow at the tale of Carter's friend. “That's... certainly extravagant?” He said, after a beat, although he didn't sound certain of what he said. Foolhardy might be a better word, but Dalton wasn't certain what went into getting said jaguar blood.
Regardless of the questionable habits of Carter's friends, Dalton continued his work. Satisfied with the placement of the component, he reached for the chain that held his amulet and pulled it out from underneath his shirt, letting it hang from his neck out in the open. He lifted his hands, clasped together in front of himself as if he was holding something in his palms before the magic triggered and light bloomed between his hands. He pulled his hands apart, expanding an exact copy of the pattern on his amulet, traced in shining lines of light.
“The next step,” he began, recalling Carter's wish to be walked through the process. “Is to scribe the ritual circle and place the runes...” he trailed off, manipulating the geometric pattern contained in a double circle in front of himself, adjusting the size and angle of it, to bring it to hover just above the workbench surface. His focus was sharpened on the work, knowing at this step he couldn't lose his concentration. A good thing he was used to dealing with the stress of a surgery suite.
Happy with the placement, he lifted his hands and the glowing geometric ritual circle remained. He let out a pleased hum, before he began writing with his fingertip, leaving glowing lines as he wrote out the spell. To anyone with passing familiarity with Mesopotamian history and culture, the Cuneiform would be familiar with its wedge-shaped pattern marking out each word.