Level 1-4 Initiate
Summary: This spell rebounds the next incoming magik attack that lands on the caster.
Element: Fire
Requirements: Power symbol ,expend magikal energy, Magik Seal
Effect: This ritual is done in advance and lays in wait for the next magik attack unleashed on the subject. When hit, the incoming spell is reflected back at its caster, or some other random character or item if the original caster objects too loudly to having their attack come back on them.
Duration: Lasts a moon cycle in waiting mode, spell ends if discharged.
Material: Magik seal
Chant: "(power chant), I (power name) call on the magik of the creeping chaos, I
Example Chat Log:
Rp example: Chaotic Reflection
1/17/2013 @ Manor room #11
[18:10] Montwyte Blackrain put his shoulder into it and worked the new pestle with a steady pace that formed a light sweat. Into it he'd placed shards of broken mirror and small glassy tektites far from their origin in deep space. The result was a fine powder that would be essential to finish the seal for his favorite arcane project yet, chaotic reflection...a spell to send someone else's magik attack ricocheting back. Taking his medallion in hand firmly he chanted over the work , "Mare vim hyu vith Tir.." repeating it for a while.
Montwyte Blackrain dripped sweat into the mix, making sure the drops where counted as he went.
Montwyte Blackrain: Around him was also a collection of notes spread out so that he could reexamine the insane train of thought that lead to the design of this rote. Occasionally looking up for reminders or with a pause to consider adding a few lines since the work was still ongoing. Somewhere in there was the suspicion that he and Angeline had lost their minds so hard along the way of excess that they believed they could just invent magik spells and they might work. Many of such projects ended in failure and that was enough to add some doubt. It seemed better to press forward with this eclectic art form, rather than seek a straight jacket or a confessional booth.
[18:13] Montwyte Blackrain poured other ingredients for the ink into a tall mixing flask. The ink base itself was made from galls gathered from oaks in the Ravenswood, to it was added rat blood, rust water from a gamecock's spur, and oil extracted from truffles...which also happened to be gathered locally. Finally the powder was sifted and dropped in with forming a shiny swirl to the black mix.
[18:15] Montwyte Blackrain stoppered the flask and shook vigorously, releasing from his soul the energy associated with his memories of the roman extravaganza. Recalling the excitement and delirium he began the chant to enchant the mixture. Mont closed his eyes, "MAre viM hYu Vith Tir...I Voidstar call on the magik of the creeping chaos, I Voidstar beseech burning spirits of the mysterious mythos to turn the tables of chance against those that invoke arcane force to stop this subject. May they taste the fury of the unexpected from those who cherish the unknown. Mare VIM...Hyu Vith...Tir, " dropped his tone to a hiss, "bend...bend...bend." He came too kneeling, his head filled with thoughts of nightmare forms and paradoxical landscapes. Struggling with strange body quakes he eased to the table a opened his magik journal to the blank page. Carefully the ink was poured into vials while a pounding headache rose. Still determined to finish he pulled a long black bear claw from his jacket pocket. The tip was inked and the design came into being through the unusual choice of writing tools. By the time he finished his power symbol around his neck had heated up considerably, he could feel the sweat running under his shirt from it. As the text version dried he unbuttoned his shirt and shifted the meteorite medallion to the side, the spot it had been touching dried and upon that flesh the claw was used to cut and scratch the seal again. When the bloody pattern was repeated the claw was dipped into the spell ink and the wound stained with the stinging compound.
[18:18] Montwyte Blackrain: repeated the chant slowly and relaxed into the chair. The room was quiet but his head still ached enough to contend with the self inflicted seal who's runny mess was ruining his shirt but it could wait. The smell of the ink was comforting, he wondered if the spell would work at all as he packed up the equipment in no hurry.
[18:24] Montwyte Blackrain collapsed to the floor in body but his mind was still falling....the shooting pains were either from the impact with the floor or some awareness scrambling jolt as the chaotic energy of the otherworlds washed away normalicy.
[18:27] Montwyte Blackrain yelled with horror at first...then with maddened delight as he felt form of self twist and mutate in the dark. Waves of power and joy fickered with moments of terror at lose of identity..lose of familiarity.
[18:30] Montwyte Blackrain the falling was replaced by traveling in sudden directions across nightmare vistas. Sometimes the whole scene would wink back to darkness or some other dimension that was a splattered mess of things, feelings, and shadows. [18:34] Montwyte Blackrain puddled out while trying to recall things like his head, an arm, toes, a leg...finding a claw, eyes with no symmetry, whipping limbs of liquid, a mind spreading like mist. All of it burning , boiling with chaos. The spell's pattern melded with his soul while his body lay still for many hours.
[18:35] Montwyte Blackrain would awake glad to still resemble a human, long enough to slump over for many more hours...
1/27/2013 @ Roebuck , after Ex Libris event
Jaximillion T. Masterson (jax.mcmasters): he reaches for his electric phaser slingshot in his back pocket. and creeps around the edge of the counter on his hands and knees.
Jaximillion T. Masterson (jax.mcmasters): looking for the bird....he cocks the phaser.
Jaximillion T. Masterson (jax.mcmasters): lines up the bird with his sight on the phaser and fires! missing the bird and hitting Montwyte's bare foot.
Montwyte Blackrain << chaotic reflection spell negates the magik damage of the ToT, but I'll still rp'ing the slingshot bullet hit>>
Jaximillion T. Masterson (jax.mcmasters): (O)(O) oops..."Sorry man" he whispers.
Montwyte Blackrain froze as his stinging foot held a high note, he gave a what the hell look to the bar keep, "Practice man."
Peri (perissa.caproni): Whipser to her bird and it heads out the open door flying back to the old wind mill to recover...Lauren spits to one side...eyes going to the hand" a pox on ye Jax Masterson may turmoil rule this inn till da hand is in it's rightful place...may ye not have a moment of peace" turns then heading for the back door when a gun expoldes in the small space.
Montwyte Blackrain stood on one foot yelling to the witch, "Where you going? Ah come on...," sighing and looking at the blood on the top of his foot, "Can I get a free moonshine to go with this, " laughing and still ringing.
3/14/2013 @ Manor room #11
[20:50] Montwyte Blackrain had established a good habit of refreshing his magik defenses and felt it was time to renew the reflection rote. The alchemy set was fired up and the odd cocktail of ingredients for the spell ink were brought together with practiced care. Mirror powder, rat blood, meteor dust, truffle oil, and fighting spur rust swirled and tossed through the glassware to produce again a shiny black product.
[21:09] Montwyte Blackrain had grown use to tracing this spell seal on his chest, with the required scribing tool being a sharpened bear claw. By the fourth application the spell seal was becoming a tattoo mark from the ink sinking into the scratches. With his medallion on chest above the work heating up a bit he began the words to bind the trick. "Marevim hyuvithtir, I Voidstar,call on the magik of the creeping chaos, I beseech burning spirits of the mysterious mythos to turn the tables of chance against those that invoke arcane force to stop this subject. May they taste the fury of the unexpected from those who cherish the unknown. mare vim hyu vith tir, bynd..." The hissed the chant and the ink turned cold as the spell crept into his being again. It's frequent use having effects that would manifest later with more complexity.
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