It was ancient icebergian, so ancient in fact it was hard to really tell what it truly met. Sets of runes, sigils and magical seals sat in front of her. Practically like a thesis that had been spread out among a long tome. She’d bite into her cheek and lean forward; the slipping slopes and the mountainous region wasn’t very forgiving if you weren’t careful. So it made sense to get creative with spells.
She just didn’t understand why she had never heard of a spell like this before. To be able to summon a single blade was the core of this ability. In fact it required a simple understanding of what you were asking for. A simple understanding of what she was looking to summon. The translations were so roundabout that lucretia spent more time than she should have on it… She couldn’t make heads or tails of later parts. They seemed to refer back to the base spell over and over again until it clicked.
It was the same damn spell top to bottom, but many different iterations that didn’t so much increase the power as it increased the amount of blades that you had to work with. She’d look back to the basic spell and start to draw out some of her own designs for those sigils. She saw some discrepancies in the magic that she felt like she could fix if given the proper care. She wasn’t intelligent by any means but that didn’t mean she couldn’t understand what was given to her.
Setting her pen down she’d inspect the ‘blade’ she was looking to summon and the magical circle. They were crude and basic but… They would work right? The woman stood up and glanced around. The hall she was in was empty and many individuals would be gone or out and about. So she didn’t need to worry so much about casting magic here. Especially if it wasn’t destructive. Weaving her hands around she’d try to work her mana like the spell dictated, casting a glance at the book a few times. Adjusting her posture to that of a swordsman…
She felt something click and a flow of magic started to work it’s way through her body; not that of the magic she had before which had been of ice but this time it felt far more powerful. Far more arcane. Far more indepth than what she had anticipated. Grimacing she’d pour a little more mana into it and she felt it latch onto her. She felt that icy grip on her heart from her magic slowly melt away and something else replaced it before…
A single blade, not much longer than two meters appeared as if out of thin air. The woman exhaled slowly and gripped the weapon. Uncertain if she had done the right thing. The magic from before had been powerful… was it right to turn it aside? She felt the rumbling of the beast within her, critizing her indecisiveness. She’d push them away from her and focus on the blade again. Dismissing it with a heated breath…
Maybe she could summon a different type of sword? Maybe the design was of her choosing? She recalled a blade her father had given her when she was a youth and holding out her hand the same blade materialized in her hand. She’d grin and make a note in her paper about this that… the sword's looks were based on your own experience. A cruel person likely would hae a cruel imagination and summon many wicked things. But someone with honor and a pure sense of justice? Straight. True. Simple. Elegant. Words to live by. Something she felt that anyone could use.
”The basis is so easy once you understand it…”
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