Cinder (Ritual activation) Exceptional success
Unknown Keyword (Healing): Circlebreaker pool, Threshold +1
Focus object: Threshold -1
As Carter spoke, Dalton nodded to himself. He brought a hand up to the amulet around his neck, the one he'd echoed for the ritual circle itself. It felt alive under his palm, like it was channeling the magic Dalton was getting prepared to trigger, but some of that was his own anticipation. Drawing in a breath, the ritualist reached for the pocket knife he kept on the workbench and flicked open the blade.
Many favoured the thumb for the bleeding, but Dalton thought it best to pick different spots to bleed. He occasionally did it that way, but his preferred method was drawing the blade along his palm. The scars were harder to identify, especially if he stuck to the same spot each time and applied a healing ointment to the place. Carefully, he nicked his palm, reaching out and turning his hand palm down over the ritual circle.
The drop fell slowly to his perception, like the world was holding its breath right before the magic triggered. When the drop of blood splashed against the hard light lines of the ritual circle, everything happened all at once. The light flared bright and the geometric shapes and circles began to move, turning around the ring and the metal disk, the components disappearing as they were sucked into the magic in action. The light show spun aroun the ring, tightening inwards as it spun around the centre point. It was too bright to see, but the enchantment itself embedded onto the metal disk, and in turn it was fused to the back of the ring. The magic was smart, expanding the ring just-so, so the ring did not change in size.
Then, as quickly as it had begun, the ritual concluded in a flash, the lights and circle popping out of existence and leaving them in the suddenly dim room. The ring, golden and momentarily shining on its own, had changed very little. On the inside band, cuneiform had been etched into it, barely noticeable.
Feeling that rush of adrenaline in himself, Dalton let out a slow breath as he reached out and lifted up the ring, turning it around in his hands as he inspected his work. It was always exciting to do good work, and this he knew was well-done, the craftsmanship of the enchantment matching that of the golden ring. It would stand up to some abuse, even if it wasn't bulletproof against the ever present wear and tear of the sun. The hard work was done, though, and to refresh it would be a simple process.
Unknown Keyword (Healing): Circlebreaker pool, Threshold +1
Focus object: Threshold -1
As Carter spoke, Dalton nodded to himself. He brought a hand up to the amulet around his neck, the one he'd echoed for the ritual circle itself. It felt alive under his palm, like it was channeling the magic Dalton was getting prepared to trigger, but some of that was his own anticipation. Drawing in a breath, the ritualist reached for the pocket knife he kept on the workbench and flicked open the blade.
Many favoured the thumb for the bleeding, but Dalton thought it best to pick different spots to bleed. He occasionally did it that way, but his preferred method was drawing the blade along his palm. The scars were harder to identify, especially if he stuck to the same spot each time and applied a healing ointment to the place. Carefully, he nicked his palm, reaching out and turning his hand palm down over the ritual circle.
The drop fell slowly to his perception, like the world was holding its breath right before the magic triggered. When the drop of blood splashed against the hard light lines of the ritual circle, everything happened all at once. The light flared bright and the geometric shapes and circles began to move, turning around the ring and the metal disk, the components disappearing as they were sucked into the magic in action. The light show spun aroun the ring, tightening inwards as it spun around the centre point. It was too bright to see, but the enchantment itself embedded onto the metal disk, and in turn it was fused to the back of the ring. The magic was smart, expanding the ring just-so, so the ring did not change in size.
Then, as quickly as it had begun, the ritual concluded in a flash, the lights and circle popping out of existence and leaving them in the suddenly dim room. The ring, golden and momentarily shining on its own, had changed very little. On the inside band, cuneiform had been etched into it, barely noticeable.
Feeling that rush of adrenaline in himself, Dalton let out a slow breath as he reached out and lifted up the ring, turning it around in his hands as he inspected his work. It was always exciting to do good work, and this he knew was well-done, the craftsmanship of the enchantment matching that of the golden ring. It would stand up to some abuse, even if it wasn't bulletproof against the ever present wear and tear of the sun. The hard work was done, though, and to refresh it would be a simple process.