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[11th of Rebirth] Abracadabrawhatever!
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goldeneyeballCharacters: JW and viewers like you!
Open: Yes!
Where: The field between Schwanheim and the Two-Faced forest.
When: Mid-day
What: JW is making a lot of noise practicing magic on various objects/unlucky insects that happen upon him.
Warnings: You might temporarily end up as a newt? Just sayin'.
James had accomplished something monumental. He had learned how to cast without burning his fingers. Either that or his hands had taken so much punishment that the feeling had left them. It was a little hard to tell under the thick bandages that covered the end of each one. Either way, the tall thin man found shouting enchantments much easier when they weren't warped with screams of pain. On top of that, it seemed the magic in this world was very fussy and an accent was an accent was an accent and you just couldn't cast Schwiha'ei'n hau with a thick southern drawl. It had taken hours and hours of slow enunciation and even watching himself in the shards of giant mirror.
But then it had happened.
Behind a tumble-down shack, the place JW had decided to call home, he stood, feet wide apart, fingers out, shoulders squared. Before him was an old mead barrel and on top of it was a clump of dirt from which a single, strangled-looking daisy had suddenly sprouted. Raw magic crackled in the air around it. The edges of its leaves were a little crispy and it didn't stand up very straight, but it lived! It lived!
It was probably small potatoes to the other resident magic users, native or otherwise, but he'd done it!
He couldn't help himself. JW started cheering (variations of 'FUCK YEAH' and the like, it's not too hard to imagine) and pointing at the ground around him. "Schwiha'ei'n hau! Schwiha'ei'n hau!" Flower after flower, each just a little sickly, but each just as alive and real the first, popped up out of the tall grass.
James had created quite the pretty little meadow before his celebratory shouts of Schwiha'ei'n hau ended up morphing into Schweeho'ei'n heeua, which wasn't much of a spell at all and promptly resulted in a mushroom cloud. It killed all the grass within fifty feet of him and blew half the roof off his house.
Not to mention made one hell of a sound.
Open: Yes!
Where: The field between Schwanheim and the Two-Faced forest.
When: Mid-day
What: JW is making a lot of noise practicing magic on various objects/unlucky insects that happen upon him.
Warnings: You might temporarily end up as a newt? Just sayin'.
James had accomplished something monumental. He had learned how to cast without burning his fingers. Either that or his hands had taken so much punishment that the feeling had left them. It was a little hard to tell under the thick bandages that covered the end of each one. Either way, the tall thin man found shouting enchantments much easier when they weren't warped with screams of pain. On top of that, it seemed the magic in this world was very fussy and an accent was an accent was an accent and you just couldn't cast Schwiha'ei'n hau with a thick southern drawl. It had taken hours and hours of slow enunciation and even watching himself in the shards of giant mirror.
But then it had happened.
Behind a tumble-down shack, the place JW had decided to call home, he stood, feet wide apart, fingers out, shoulders squared. Before him was an old mead barrel and on top of it was a clump of dirt from which a single, strangled-looking daisy had suddenly sprouted. Raw magic crackled in the air around it. The edges of its leaves were a little crispy and it didn't stand up very straight, but it lived! It lived!
It was probably small potatoes to the other resident magic users, native or otherwise, but he'd done it!
He couldn't help himself. JW started cheering (variations of 'FUCK YEAH' and the like, it's not too hard to imagine) and pointing at the ground around him. "Schwiha'ei'n hau! Schwiha'ei'n hau!" Flower after flower, each just a little sickly, but each just as alive and real the first, popped up out of the tall grass.
James had created quite the pretty little meadow before his celebratory shouts of Schwiha'ei'n hau ended up morphing into Schweeho'ei'n heeua, which wasn't much of a spell at all and promptly resulted in a mushroom cloud. It killed all the grass within fifty feet of him and blew half the roof off his house.
Not to mention made one hell of a sound.