Montwyte L2-5 Pinhole in the Fabric of Space

Chill - "Pinhole in the Fabric of Space" - Spell ( Conjuration )

Level 2-5 Adept
Summary: Causes a noticeable drop in temperature of an item or small area

Element: Aether

Requirements: Power symbol ,expend magik energy, magik seal (imagined during casting) ,chant (optional)

Effect: The caster is in effect linking some item or area psychically with the chilling vacuum of space. Thermal energy only is leeched from the target and passed on to "thaw" the sleeping ancients.

Duration: Instant, items will begin to readjust to surrounding temperatures immediately. Material: none- psychic

Chant: "(power chant), inthuul vil'zra'quath mumbaro vrine'winith, (power word)

Example Chat Log:

RP Example: Chill - "Pinhole in the fabric of space"
2/14/2013 @ Room #11 Crawley Manor
[20:53] Montwyte Blackrain spent hours cleaning up from shadow summoning but was still invigorated with the excitement of the evening. Being clearly aware of the excess of psychic energy still lurking in the lab he wanted to try something with willforce.
Pinning the broach holding the shadow Soto to his jacket he sat at the couch and opened his journal to the design he'd been memorizing for a few days.
[20:55] Montwyte Blackrain: The page was titled "PinHole in the Fabric of Space," under it was a lunatic work of art made from scribbled shapes and dangerous names.
[20:58] Montwyte Blackrain had a cup of hot coffee sent up shortly before and decided to make it the first target of his attempt to push energy out of this world and into the hungry domain of the sleeping ancients. It was in effect and extremely tiny gateway that was willed into existence for a fraction of a second.
[21:04] Montwyte Blackrain: taking his medallion with a firm grasp he imagined the seal and stared intently at the steaming cup. Chanting the opening words of power, "Mare vim hyu vith tir," Mont felt a mind tugging poke as the shadow spirit he'd summoned gave him the next lines of power that would break reality. With hesitation at first, he spoke them with increasing speed. " inthuul vil'zra'quath mumbaro vrine'winith," the gibberish hit the air and suspended normalcy. "Bend," finished of the magik puzzle of words. Mont watched the steam on the cup cease as the temperature of it and it's contents plummeted.
[21:08] Montwyte Blackrain focus hard to keep the tiny pinhole gateway open and the coffee began to ice over as it's warmth was siphoned off into the frozen depths of the umbra, giving a small nudge to the ancient horrors that slept in such places.
[21:11] Montwyte Blackrain passed out from a feeling of spiraling sickness for holding the spell up too long. Slumped back in the chair Mont sat across from a cup whose liquid was now frozen solid and even condensing a small fog around it. Of course, it would thaw out long before he'd wake up to notice how cold it had become..

2/19/2013 @ Roebuck Tavern
v [19:33] Montwyte Blackrain fixed Angeline a shot of rum and set it on the bar next to her. Holding his medallion with one hand the other was passed over the shot glass and he whispered in a low hiss, "Mare vim hyu vith tir, inthuul vil'zra'quath mumbaro vrine'winith, and bend...." A tiny pin hole in the fabic of reality opened invisibly within the rum shot. The thermal energy within it was sucked into the nether realm causing the glass to frost before he let go and the hole closed. "Chilled..."
[19:36] Niobe Flux [Angeline] did her best to not squeal in delight as she watched the application of her husband's most recent theory prove effective, " Smashing! I must say that will go over quite well in the during those nasty littel heat waves" She took the glass and gave it a tentative sip and then smiled, " Nothing is watered down. Amazing""
[19:37] Bebelbrox Ganesvoort sighs, "oh well, I guess I will have that drink, " not seeing where Lin went, and heads back into the Roebuck
[19:38] Amberlyssa Marie Bauerhoff (amber.palowakski) smiles at Charos "Let's go in an' get a drink" seeing Senet she smiles, "Good ev'nin' Miss senet"
[19:39] Senet Wylder nods a greeting with a bright smile, "Good eveing, all"
[19:39] Montwyte Blackrain blinked to wipe his mind of the imagery of arcane seals and glyphs he held in mind to cut the tiny enervating rift. Hearing Angeline's word he smiled but seemed a little dizzy for a moment. "I'm glad you like it, the pattern is imagined rather than drawn. We'll keep working on it."
[19:40] Charis Celestalis watches as amber's ride disappears into the woods." You sure?" she looked uncertainly at the Roebuck." I've never actually been in there." she pointed to the place in front of them...
[19:40] Amberlyssa Marie Bauerhoff (amber.palowakski) smiles, "O' course I'm sher"
[19:41] Montwyte Blackrain showed her the broach he'd trapped that shadow within, "This thing gave me the word key for that chilling trick."