Runic Fascination

He would study those books voraciously for hours on end. For days. It started with a small bit of curiosity into rune writing. He read those notes of his father’s and that of his sister’s. They were intricate. Elaborate. It was a crash course and advanced study in no particular order. He looked at the forge and the systems they had planned. All dreams and thoughts denied. But he would revive that art. He would learn them and perfect them.

His studies of runes led him to book after. Each consumed at a more rapid pace than the last. He always had been a concepts person, but he had never found anything that caught his curiosity so terribly as this. He began carving runes all over the runes of his room. All sorts, charging them, then he began making them more complex. Killing rabbits in order to charge them well.

He was falling to his own curiosities. He spent hours in that room just studying. At first it had been just as he was recuperating, but by the time he did, which was less than three days, he was already hooked. He was carving them about. Eventually he carved them on an old iron sword, just shield runes, every simple rune he could slap onto it, he didn’t need it to have utility he just wanted to test things.

He took the creatures, and ran them through with the blade, charging the runes on them with their energy and their blood. He smiled as he saw the positive results. This was good. A very good sign. He smiled as the occultic runes shone brilliantly. He returned to the study to research this further. In this regard he had taken after both his father and Alfarez, who had first met and learned from one another in the study of Yokai.

He was looking at the creatures. And the runes, and how everything related when he stumbled upon something else. Something odd.  That Runes could be inscribed into the mana lines circuits, and even interact with the soul of the thing it is inscribed within. Soon he was hard at work perfected this. Using his implements to carve runes on the rabbits and other wildlife he could catch.

The squealing boars were his favorite. Not only were they large enough for his… unskilled hands to carve the runes into them, the cries of pain and agony were soothing to his ears. He wasn’t masochistic. He didn’t enjoy the pain itself. He enjoyed studying the reactions they had. And they never repeated, each test and work was new. Everyone different from the last. It was such an oddly organic thing. That unlike math or even the runes he was studying, there was no exact precise way that it worked. There was a chaotic entropic and minute element to it. And he savored it.

There was nothing more satisfying than seeing work progress. Although the place resembled a butcher's shop more than a study at this point. He had books strewn about the place yes, but the organs and stench of death overpowered everything else. He would burn it all. All the guts and viscera. And from the ashes and the destruction and death, rose a new thing. The development of his runes. He was making his first steps into rune carving, and they were being refined at a rapid pace.