Invoke Spirit/ Shadow - "Shadow Servant" - Spell (Summoning)
Level 2-5 Adept
Summary: Calls an otherworldy spirit from the outer planes which seems to inhabit the caster's shadow. It is not very wise in regard to understanding the material world, but it is knowledgeable about magik and naturally specializes in draining and concentrating magik energy.
Element: Aether
Requirements: Power symbol ,expend magik energy, magik seal ,chant, ingredients, vessel (item), ink made at night in a dim lab.
Effect: Summons a spirit which manifests as an extension of the caster's shadow. This entity hides in the open within the confines of the adept's normally cast shadow, except when commanded by the will of the summoner. It has a limited range of 20 paces, but may cause a variety of disturbances and sensations (examples: cause chill, close door, dim lamp, poke, obscure object or person in darkness, etc.) It is also capable absorbing and interrupting the magik activity of others depending on the situation. The majority of the spirit itself resides within a vessel worn by the controller, should this item be destroyed the spirit will leave, and perhaps exact some revenge on it's summoner depending on how it has been treated. The spell causes a mild symbiotic relation between the adept and the "shadow," if it is called upon to be active it will draw from the caster later to pay for it (extra sleep, hunger, thirst, compulsion to read material of the spirit's interest, etc.) While it is enhanced by darkness, it is equally vulnerable to light and less inclined to obey if commanded to become active in a bright area.
Duration: Must be renewed once a month, or disenchanted if the vessel item is destroyed.
Material: Magik seals, Vessel (item of clothing or jewelry of considerable value), cave dirt, Ink mixed with the following 1> blackened bone dust 2>blood from a sacrifice 3> coal tar 4> onyx powder 5> squid ink 6> cave worms 7> rust powder from coffin hardware
Chant: "(power chant), I (power name) reach out with my will and ride imagination to the outer realms. Out on the edge of mind, space, and time we call upon those forces of living potential and ideas that are empowered with awareness, yet fettered with limits when named. From void, then from chaos, into this prepared vessel we draw a shadow of a forming spirit, a sliver of the dreams and nightmares of the ancient sleepers. May it be marked with the name
Example Chat Log:
RP Example- Summon Shadow Servant
2/13/2013 @ Room #11, Crawley Manor
[18:51] Montwyte Blackrain examined the alchemy set brewing in the dim lab before returning to a work in progress. After hours of drawing the room was filled with arcane seals and glyphs. Crawling along on knees or balanced on the couch he'd worked relentlessly to duplicate the patterns from his journal.
[18:54] Montwyte Blackrain: Both the floor and ceiling as well as the four walls each bore a dark ring from which sprouted the many lines, arcs, and junctions of the mystic work. The purpose being a summoning. Referenced in the works of mad scholars he'd learned of partly formed spirits that existed deep in the outer realms.
[18:59] Montwyte Blackrain: nearby lay an open cage with the carcass of a rooster he'd bled into the brewing ink. Along with it had gone other odd ingredients; squid ink, coal dust, bone powder, cave worms, and a crushed onyx. From time to time he'd replenish the well for the quill, returning to the surfaces to fill in more details.
[19:05] Montwyte Blackrain had been drinking absinthe on and off during the project and now in the late hours occasionally he'd imagine some of the shadows in the room moving out of sync. Sometimes a line or symbol might stretch it's darkness further along the wall, rarely he'd see a void filled silhouette of an appendage snake along the decor.
[19:09] Montwyte Blackrain: In the center of the room he hung two objects, the medallion that was his power symbol, along with a fine obsidian cabochon broach with a fancy platinum setting. Both spun lightly in the space within the seals. "Mare vim hyu Vith tir....," the sounds that made the world flexible were called out, if anyone was in the manor they'd likely notice since it was repeated many times while he finished up the inking of the designs.
[19:13] Montwyte Blackrain along the seal that covered the floor, it's hundreds of lines left open cells into which Mont carefully tapped the cave dirt and rust powder from coffin hardware. When the cells had been colored in he examined the notes to make sure it was accurate.
[19:17] Montwyte Blackrain: the calcinator's coal tray was doused and the room was left illuminated in just a tiny votive within a purple glass. The shadows within the room took on even more life, Mont noticed with an excited yet terrified enthusiasm as the last of the ink flask was taken in hand.
[19:22] Montwyte Blackrain: now whispering his power chant he stepped closer to the suspended jewels, focusing on the broach he aimed his will through it like a gun sight into the deep astral plane, beyond into limbo, the roiling abyss,...and finally that paradox which was the edge of the nothing...
[19:30] Montwyte Blackrain reached out in a trance trying to draw the attention of the half formed shadows of that mysterious place, beckoning one take the offerings and inhabit the jewel for a while. "I Voidstar, reach out with my will and ride imagination to the outer realms. Out on the edge of mind, space, and time we call upon those forces of living potential and ideas that are empowered with awareness, yet fettered with limits when named. From void, then from chaos, into this prepared vessel we draw a shadow of a forming spirit, a sliver of the dreams and nightmares of the ancient sleepers. May it be marked with the name ...Soto.. and bound for the term of one moon cycle. " Mont felt the room quake a little and knew it was time to pitch the ink into the air the spreading liquid mess went and before it hit the ground it was caught up in a vortex of shades. The spinning darkness collapsed around the prepared vessel and seemed to soak in quickly. The last torrent disappeared and a loud bag threw him onto his back along with toppling a few furniture items and scattering books and papers everywhere..
[19:34] Montwyte Blackrain climbed to his feet and rushed to grasp his medallion and the now super cold broach that had birthed a living shadow within it. "Mare vim hyu vith tir," he could feel it inside as he closed the enchantment and sealed the deal. "Bend....."
2/19/2013 @ Roebuck Tavern
[19:50] Montwyte Blackrain concentrated on the obsidian broach in hand while admiring it's platinum setting. Willing the inky proto-spirit within awake it was commanded to manifest, which it did so silently by slipping down into the place of it's owners normally cast shadow. Occasionally, man drinking at the bar was contradicted now by the image of his shadow which seemed to move out of sync or even make a non-matching gesture.
[20:19] Montwyte Blackrain had for the entire time been trying to mentally command his summoned shadow to tip a bottle on the shelf to play up the ghost rumor. Finding the language of thoughts awkward at first he eventually began to chain together to images that might make sense to the shade. Slowly it crept along the dark spaces along the wall until it was on the bar shelf but still unsure what a bottle was as Mont imagined at it
[20:30] Montwyte Blackrain leaned back to swallow the rum shot and rolled his eyes when the shade thought back (liquid??) Mont had hoped that spirit was more erudite about the physical world but started to realize it had limits. "Materia in a dynamic state, neither compressed with a structure or dispersed...you know liquid." he mumbled to the shade while sending a set of ideas. Instead of tipping the bottle it slipped in with the liquid thinking it had done well.
[20:35] Montwyte Blackrain looks over to Angeline and gestures to the bird on her shoulder. "How's the bird getting along?" The bottle on the shelf shook a little and the spirit inside told his mind it was exhausted and wanted to go back to sleep in the gem. [20:50] Niobe Flux [Angeline] gave a nod, " yes, they are demanding little things. This one drinks blood when the need arises. Oddest things for a songbird diet. It did approve of the cupcake though. Enjoyed it very much." She raised a gloved hand to her mouth to cover a yawn, " Excuse me. It seems I am the one in need of some rest." She stood and began to gather her thing and tighten her gloves as she began to get ready to take her leave, " If you don't mind walking me to the ..storeroom, I have some things I need to check on before turning it for the evening O Captain."
[20:56] Montwyte Blackrain stood and stretched as the shadow on the shelf slipped back carefully into Mont's own shadow, making sure to match his actions. "Sounds good, I have something there to pick up as well." He offered her an arm and waved with the other to the gypsies.
2/26/2013 @ ButterCross
[2013/02/26 21:09] Montwyte Blackrain: /me nibbled on the last roll while loitering. With a touch to the obsidian broach inside his coat and a forceful thought Mont bid the sleeping shadow inside it awake. The inky spirit manifested by slipping onto the ground and taking it's usual hiding place in Blackrain's naturally cast shadow. Meanwhile he scanned the streets for his free ranging cat.
[2013/02/26 21:45] Montwyte Blackrain: /me shifted with a restrained excitement at the news of the project. Meanwhile his shadow on the ground took on a odd shape as he moved far enough to leave the inky spirit off guard for a second. Sliding quickly back into the concealment of Mont's shadow the two images merged back into what seemed normal. "Tuning forks made with meteoritic iron," he said glancing back with a mellow tone. [2013/02/26 21:48] Erp Wyatt: "Aye, look forward to completion me self," the notion of the Captains plans were unique and intriguing, "oy yeah, I should be, good to see ya both in good spirits," he tips his hand to both as he leaves.
[2013/02/26 21:48] Erp Wyatt: should be off*
[2013/02/26 22:01] Montwyte Blackrain: /me drifted back again, his shadow shifting oddly as it worked to get in sync with it's summoner. "Well, that was odoriferous," looking back to the stable, "Still not as bad as our cat."
[2013/02/26 22:03] Arielle (ariellecantis): /me [Isabella] smiled more warmly as Lady Ellori introduced herself, her lips twitching as she so succinctly seemed to gage her unease. She tipped her head to the ground for a moment, gathering her thoughts. "No troubles, Lady, " saddened by how easily the lie fell from her lips and even more thankful when the Captain returned. "Oh, stables usually are though I would like to learn to ride one day."
[2013/02/26 22:05] Ellori (dollihead): /me blinked slowly, her odd eyes fixed on the womans face " as you say" she said quietly, her tone evident that she didnt believe it. she smiled as she looked back to Mont " it has horses in it, tables are usually an avoided place for me. " she laughed softly.
[2013/02/26 22:05] Montwyte Blackrain: /me bowed slightly while enjoying a light breeze. "Miss Isabella, welcome to town. I can say I also do not know how to ride one, I've been around ships rather."
[2013/02/26 22:06] /me Montwyte Blackrain OOC: in game time , day or night. someone make a call please :D
[2013/02/26 22:07] Arielle (ariellecantis): /me [Isabella] gave Lady D'Rais a soft smile, well aware she'd been less than convincing but now wasn't the time to share troubles. "Oh, you have, Captain?" she said swiftly trying to shift topics of conversation.
[2013/02/26 22:07] /me dollihead Resident OOC: i think it'd been called as evening ....
[2013/02/26 22:07] /me Montwyte Blackrain OOC: ok
[2013/02/26 22:09] Ellori (dollihead): /me smiled faintly, nodding " very much in the same boat... ah. no pun intended. but anyone whose een a horse on a ship wouldnt want to be near one " she twisted her fingers in the chain of her necklace
[2013/02/26 22:09] Ellori (dollihead): *seen
[2013/02/26 22:10] Montwyte Blackrain: /me nods thinking not riding a horse must seem odd, "It turned out that way, being raised on a fleet the cause. I sat on a goat as a boy but that's been it strangely. Lady D'Rais knows about ocean living as well."
[2013/02/26 22:12] Arielle (ariellecantis): /me [Isabella] laughed softly at Lady d'Rais and nodded her head. "I have been on few ships, sadly. Only one and was too young to remember passage. " She almost didn't ask but couldn't help herself. "Captain, you mentioned something about a turning fork as I walked up?" More like as she eavesdropped.
[2013/02/26 22:14] Ellori (dollihead): /me giggled ' goats smell as bad as horses do, but at least theyre small. ive ridden an elephant, once, but not a horse. i briefly had a pony, but she liked the taste of my flesh..." she grumbled, looking back towards the other two "mm, indeed. ill be very curious to see the finished product, if mister wyatt can manage it"
[2013/02/26 22:16] Montwyte Blackrain: /me looked up as the sun dropped over the west roof and smiled with an expression of mirth. Within the growing twilight he willed his bound shade to flank Isabella and move up behind her. As a growing cold sensation closed in he thought to ask it (what can you tell me about her??). "Yes, the forks might be of interest to a number of inventors in town. " He was lying to cover his magik experiments. Meanwhile the shade thought back inanely. (What am I looking for???) He signed a bit at trying to train the fledgling elemental in material world issues. [2013/02/26 22:19] Second Life: Niobe Flux is offline.
[2013/02/26 22:23] Arielle (ariellecantis): /me [Isabella] lifted her fingertip to rub her twitching temple. She was babbling as she was wont to do when anxious, having calling the man Captain after hearing Lady d'Rais. "Oh? Really?" grey eyes wide in astonishment as she listened, feeling a strange chilly sensation just over her shoulder. Naively she lifted her head towards the man, unaware of the magick he attempted. “In what way would they be of interest, sir?” she asked with the absolute simplicity in her eyes. “And Mr Wyatt was the man that was here before?” a soft tremble coursing quickly through her body as she darted an uncomfortable glace to the Lady.
[2013/02/26 22:23] Arielle (ariellecantis): *glance
[2013/02/26 22:24] Arielle (ariellecantis): my grly
[2013/02/26 22:25] Ellori (dollihead): /me nodded thoughtfully, trying to imagine what the meteoric tuning forks would look like. " they certainly sound as though they have the potential to be very pretty . " she said dreamily "and, oh, yes. Mister wyatt is the smith. oone of them. there are three, he's the....mm. stern one."
[2013/02/26 22:25] Montwyte Blackrain: /me issued one last set of commands by thought to his summoned shadow spirit..., at the same time Isabella likely felt the temperature drop even more. With focused thoughts he relayed commands to the entity<
[2013/02/26 22:28] /me Montwyte Blackrain OOC: have to park soon and check something, so sorry :/
[2013/02/26 22:28] Arielle (ariellecantis): /me [Isabella] sucked in a soft breath, goosebumps prickling her skin and she rubbed her arms from the sudden chill. Her cheeks went quite pale but she smiled at the Lady, "Ahh, I see. Stern, I shall stay away from. " The fine hairs on the nape of her neck rose and she closed her eyes, as if to shield herself from a harsh wind and she glanced over her shoulder... to find nothing. "I'tll be interesting to see, Captain.. if allowed."
[2013/02/26 22:30] Montwyte Blackrain: /me smiled then looked worried, "Oh my, I had some tea on...the kettle might be scorched and the house burning even. Please excuse me ...!?" Mont hurried back to the lab wondering how much energy the shade had adsorbed, and unsure of how to measure it.
3/2/2013 @ Buttercross
[21:15] Montwyte Blackrain nods trying not to grimace at the word <
[21:18] Lin Lisbeth (tin.piek): "I been watching so many odd things happening here.. I know Miss Senet reads all them books, she told me before, they were spells and chants. She din believe most of it, till she started trying some I thin. So.. I guess there be special people with things they do. I just think... well I will jus stand back and mind my business I spose."
[21:18] Montwyte Blackrain OOC: mind if I let my familiar spirit absorb extra aura energy your character might be radiating, no contact...
[21:18] Tin Piek OOC: sure suck it right up! I just got the good stuff!
[21:18] Montwyte Blackrain OOC: lol
[21:21] Lin Lisbeth (tin.piek): looks over to the Captain's white hair.. "You been doing a test on yeself to hep out Dr. Anna I bet!" surprised she didn't think about that when he first talked of the remedy.
[21:23] Montwyte Blackrain listened and with a set of thoughts released a bound shade from it's vessel within his coat. While not calling it to manifest int he material world, it was sent the short distance across the astral plane to linger around Miss Lisbeth. She might have felt something odd about the air or a sudden drop in temperature as the spirit circled her in the spirit world collecting little ribbons of mana. "Well strange people make strange mistakes as well. I was considering using on myself but I've not so put off by the color. There are a few compounds inside that might make a few dye colors as well but that would be maybe too much."
[21:28] Lin Lisbeth (tin.piek): feeling a rush of a chill.. not liking what she felt in her head, maybe a bit dizzy even, looks to the Captain, "Ya gonna have to forgive me for now, but I best get in and take a seat. I be thinkin I might be getting a bug or some cold. I hope not."
[21:32] Montwyte Blackrain made a concerned face, he didn't want the shade to overtax his neighbor's health. He called it back quickly with a thought when me noticed her take slightly ill. The energy collected by the spirit was the same he'd use later to attempt a curing of the curse on the doctor, or his own affliction. Though white hair wasn't his idea of a bad magik scar. "Of course, excuse me as well, I should get these meat cuts into a pan soon." The shadow slipped into his apartment under the doorway in anticipation of his intent.
[21:32] Lin Lisbeth (tin.piek): almost feeling her feet not moving to well, turns, looking over her shoulder. "Sorry bout that, I enjoyed chattin wid ya." shaking her head to get the cobweb feeling out.
3/10/2013 @ Folly
(Death of a summoned shadow)
[19:57] Montwyte Blackrain smoked the hookah while listening. He tapped the broach inside his coat to release his summoned shadow as many times before. This time it's intent was to sniff over the Lady Wormwood and try to report on her magik capabilities. Having not considered being in a shrine, and that his pet counted as a demon, he was shocked when spirit was obliterated and scattered on the astral plane with a silent boom. Leaving no clue in the mortal world but a slight chill in the air. Mont let out a surprised exclamation that might have seemed a reaction to the story, "holy shit..." He tried not to overreact anymore, his mind still searching for the connection that was gone.
[19:58] Suzette Beaumont (savvycharlotte.writer): "Mr Blackrain, please......some decorum if you would"
[19:58] Montwyte Blackrain he nods to Lady Beaumont with a stunned expression, "My bad."
[19:59] Liang Scorpio just gives a hushed chuckle
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