First Dealings with attempts to apply rift, via tome info

A hand to extend, on a shelf - free for the moment, a tome grabbed from literature collected, stored within the spire that was located in Alteros. A work to pertain to Cognitive arts, a look at the title; A talk on the event of Mana Cohesion. Often discussed, to conjoin two separate elements of the arcana to create a new entity; things to require mental stability, a work of the mind.

Much like his own practice, those of the school of Shadow-flame; dual mastery over occultism, and pyromancy to allow for it. Looking at this now, for a purpose, to be borne elsewhere. In another hand, a bundle of notes, slightly tattered, the condition, attempts to keep it pristine, yet through a trial-and-error effect; they had come to see wear.

Many a night spent over them, these notes; Rift Magic - what they discussed. An ability to govern control over the very life stream, to tear into it, if only for a moment - pathways created, linked by sources that he believed, were to oppose, naturally. Constantly sustain, through the will of the user, this, to be where mental fortitude would find itself coming into play. A return to the fundamentals; a pull too natural with the art of Shadowflames - he could not rely on it for this, a studied form, to review, and decipher, this was his goal.

Mana Cohesion: Something to fuse two magics to make another - this known to him, as it had been done with his active abilities once before. Seeking to discern the part of the meshing, in, and of itself for his tests. To mesh not two separate elements that were to not be the same, but a good pair to one another, or there to allow access to a greater form of it. No, he sought to force a mesh between, similar powers, to link them, maintaining what he thinks - to be the float that would allow for a successful convergence upon the fields of Rift Magic.

Hoping to take from this all, through re-application; a new means of seeing things, to examine the ethereal planes, if possible. The meta-physical relations spoken of in the tome, as he sifts through, to thumb through page, after page, a low grumble to himself. He understands this, it has been applied, is constantly applied, but.. Something else, needed - to grasp what he sought!

With runic magic, what it was he still practiced; links made there, with raw mana as a conduit - giving shape to power, to let the flow ebb outward. This was even understood, just seeking basis.

A faint memory, of the past, a time now distant - pulled from the youth lost; Claude, Champion of Valmasia - to tear open what he now understands to be this, what is sought, through readings, through the notes so painfully read over, the requirement for them nearly costing him, and comrades, their lives. Looking to that, as reference - he saw no other magic used though, nothing to alert him, no preparation behind it.

Was it simply cognitive casting, with the basic appliance of mana to garner results?

If so. Abilities within his range - the Champion, to have gave aid so long ago, in his journey for understanding; veered from his path, but still, a tool given! The basis, of sensory capabilities, not reached, but to know the flow, the ebb. To coat: Weaponry training, prompted by Sareen; Vindicator of Alteros, more to aid him in his endeavors - two sets of skills, to allow him progress, but still, to believe, a meshing, the requirement, how it would work out in the end..

An ability to perceive, if only somewhat, what needed to be located, to grasp it, via coating, and then... As explained in notes: link it - both sides set, to allow access; a portal, of sorts, to form. If done correctly. A tear in the life stream would be found before the practitioner..
(Tertius Kyros)


 "Ambient Mana.."

The words, to find escape, through lips soon closed afterwards. The Man, tucked away in the recesses of his mind, every so often, to look from notes, to tome, to another tome. To at his side, a ball flame - erected - for the sake of study, a pure mental action; kept moving, rotating, whizzing about, concentration to be tested, idle goals achieved. Getting into it, if only a bit more, to see, where he could go with what was given to him.

Location. This was key, it seemed - another part to take into mind. Claude on that day, did not just leave; a image was in his mind, one to be bear fruit, to help stabilize their passage; safety granted. Severance found, within the lifestream; depravity - such an act, this is what it would translate to. Cutting directly into it, to leap through, going against the very will of Eternia itself in a way.

How was it possible? If read right - subtle shifts to be manipulated. Found through sensory; taken hold of, in a sense - mana coated prowess to allow. Tearing into it, wrenching it forth, to create a disruption in this moment, to be sustained, through quick action - mental hold to assail, as the Magi, takes command of mana outside of their immediate will. Bending it, asserting dominance, to hold there in that moment, the keys to travel.

The flux while sustained, the image to be leverage, in a way. Helping to maintain; the focal point to all, it would only be a simple task to walk through, but, to account for those shifts, that continue to shift - in need of constant repair; assimilation. Expanding a rift portal, allowing for others to go through, families, weapons, armies. The possibilities to be had, what he could do with this - if allowed to continue studies.

How Claude had refused him so long ago, matured with age, no longer adamant in his opposition of his choices; understanding. Such a power, dangerous. In the hands that would bring harm to Alteros, to the Vindicators. But in the hands of a comrade! One who would do something, take the fight to them, be what was needed, a glorious tool to etch the mark of Alteros on the map - to strike fear into those that would dare mock the Vindicator's rule.

"Subtle shifts.." A hand to reach out, as he is to let his voice echo - occult power to lace, but, to be culled; the raw potential left behind. Stripped, would the influence of malice be, to present a neutral power, a arcana devoid of impression, his mana in it's purest state. To wrap around his fingers, coating, as he had been taught so long ago, put to use now, without the aid of a weapon, his body, his flesh - the only tool needed.

Tugs, first done with no meaning, grasping at nothing, hoping, wishing, seeking. To his astonishment...?! Contact, achieved - for a moment - a "grip" felt, tightening, startled, he pulls back, optics focused, narrowed, wrenching forth. What is to come of it? Nothing.

The moment lost, his concentration - cognitive control ripped from him, in that instance of success! A taste though, felt, experienced; awareness, this is what was gained, atleast.
(Tertius Kyros)


Collecting himself, to grip at the papers for a moment - excitement rushing through him. Discovery! With it came some understanding, so meager to claim mastery, or even novice skill, but enough to capitalize on he believe. This, a stepping stone for him, one he would take, moving forward with a fervency unseen before. Finding himself, digging back in, but while doing so - the ball of flame, diminished - expenses such as this no longer needed. His fingers, his body, all of him; coated in the mana he had used for that brief test. To prepare himelf, preparations would be readily tended to for the time being, as he reads.

"A rift not properly connected, is to by default, tear into very void that houses the Stars.." This - to promote a careful step, read along the lines of parchment, and such. Inability to connect, to mesh those two forces that would be seen as separate - what he needed to do was this! To take them both, hand in hand if possible, to plug them into one another, so that they would run as though apart of a bigger machine; conduit for greater purpose. This was his goal.

A moment taken back; recollections of Occultism, and Pyromancy - separate from one another, how they combined, the two to take a liking to each other rather easily; as if meant to be. The magnetic repulsive effect he felt was what kept a portal in the realms of rift from naturally occurring were in no way present. Concentration was all that would ever correlate to the success of any affinity driven Cohesion between arcana.

The linking of both, how the occult tainted the flame, but the base form - remained that of the pyres; compliance with it's new base, one to assume the blaze the winner at first - consuming the dark power, but in retrospect; a changed entity, a parasite let in, and changed, but set to thrive in it's new home. Conflagration bested.

To do this, to hopefully utilize - to connect the separate poles of power that would make the true basis for rift travel - the magic in the area, to serve as a staple, the true consumer here, in a sense - occultism to do a similar thing to flames - a bond, forced, the two, absorbing the magic, acting as the predator taking on the life of the prey, but instead - a sudden sustain-ment. To expand, this process to complete, and the powers that be, free-floating in the area, lending cause to initial catalyst, to allow the conjuring of a portal!

A sound theory, maybe, he would think. The holes, still there, as they were to be, with the whole idea around rifting - to note the subtle shifts, to in a way; tear at them, expanding, and in turn - combining, if such was the case. A bigger entrance made, more power needed, magic applied, even amplified by the Magi utilizing, their own, stacked on what would make up the energy in the area.
(Tertius Kyros)