"Astral Projection" - "Hour of the Wandering Soul" Spell- (Divination)
Level 2-8 Adept
Summary: Caster disconnects their awareness from their body and may travel, viewing the spirit world or far outer planes. Usable only on caster.
Element: Air
Requirements: 15 minute warm up meditation, expend magik energy, magic seals (imagined by caster), taken drugs of some kind for half of the last 30 days, have been wounded by magik within 100 days, know 4 other air spells, chant (optional)
Effect: The adept enters a trance. leaving their physical body vulnerable while their awareness steps out into the spirit world. While there they may tailor their appearance based on practice. Magik items in possession on their resting body will be available to them while in spirit form. This spell does not allow the traveler to view actions in the mortal world unless those actions or entities are active or aware on both planes at once. Wounds received in this weird astral or ethereal realm will translate in some manner to the physical body. There is no silver cord to break, thus the adept may not be trapped in spirit space and may disconnect willingly at any time and from any distance. The down side being that this version of the spell only sustains for one hour from the time the caster projects out. While in this form the caster is vulnerable to some spirit affecting spells, to be rp'ed and discussed if the issue arises.
Duration: 1 hour
Material: none- psychic
Chant: (power chant) repeated in mind
Example Chat Log:
RP Examples: "Astral Projection" - "Hour of the Wandering Soul"
3/20/2013 @ Decadent Secret Temple
[17:16] Montwyte Blackrain removed his coat and laid down on the rug comfortably. Underneath and spreading beyond on the stone floor he'd drawn a huge arcane seal some fifteen paces across. The interior of the larger seal contained another twenty one seals of small dimension. All were connected through a series of lines and arcs made from the names of the sleeping ancients he'd discovered in his adept studies. Breathing with a steady reducing pace his heart slowed and his mind sharpened. He'd attempted astral projection before but with no results. What had changed this time was that he'd been on drugs for at least half of the past month. Mont's awareness was further loosened by having been wounded a few times from magik in the past season.
[17:22] Mont had spent some extra time in the study of divination spells and had finally a sequence of glyphs to concentrate upon for which the auguries had been favorable. More time passed and he continued to repeat the thoughts that might help shake his soul free of his earthly form and step onto the spirit planes. "Mare...vim...hyuvith...tir," was chanted over and over quietly as the symbols began to flash through his thoughts with increasing speed. Montwyte, had expected a pop or a bang, something dramatic but instead things had fuzzed out, everything including the feel of his own skin. Blackrain repeated the chant and the thoughts even more and the distortion increased until he was almost lost. the only things left discernible were his own mental creations as he sank or climbed, there was no orientation to speak of in this state of being.. He could not tell things from thoughts or feelings, and even eventually forgot himself for a blink that might have lasted long enough for eternity to come around full circle. When he returned to a sense of identity he knew who he was first, and that he'd endeavored to engage in what he'd theoretically labeled as astral projection, but where he was and what to call it were far from his expectations based on written accounts. .
The ritual had gone on for a quarter of an hour and he also realized he'd stopped the chanting and concentration on glyphs. Arriving in a vast darkness, things began to clear up but with a depth and context that was utterly alien. He'd have thought himself somewhere completely off planet but was able to recognize weak glowing facsimiles of the enchanted items and potions in the bag he'd brought down with him. A few feet at a time the area filled in but completely unlike the dimensions of the corresponding room. The infernal statue nearby loomed with a hot burning sensation raining down on the area and he could see small creatures swimming in the nearby aethers. The astral ecology seemed for the moment unaware of him. There was a glow far up and away through the hazy paradoxical space,. That he presumed was the village of Goatswood itself. Without effort the curiosity sent him diving towards it up through the dense lattice of stone and dirt which now felt like a pleasant breeze.
[17:51] Montwyte Blackrain had left his familiar behind in it's vessel and thought it wise to get a view of it. As soon as he'd arrived in the odd and barely recognizable spirit world version of town his desire for the familiar shade's assistance yoyo'ed him back again towards the ritual chamber. He'd have to think small thoughts he noticed, and carefully. Luckily the shadow's holding gem was easy to find with it's dark light halo standing out on this side. Mont called to the sleeping shadow and it joined him, on this side it was a changing round darkness that radiated a snowflake-like pattern in constant mutation. The adept bid it to engage in the conceal mind spell and with obedience the spirit wrapped around his form as it had been trained. A membrane of another awareness now coated his astral form, the shade did what it does best and pushed it's natural concealment adaptations in this odd world which was it's home. Both caster and familiar almost phased completely out, now a spot of seeming nothingness, a paradox to be avoided by other wandering entities.
[17:54] Montwyte Blackrain drifted around without an agenda on this new landscape. Every perplexing view was exciting, trivial aspects of what might be the weather of the spirit realm even fascinated him for a while. There was no panic at the thought of getting lost just yet, still he stayed within perception range of the red light given off by the idol. The town looked so strange and not correct, he'd venture that far later and of course beyond it, but not now..
Under the cover of spiritual camouflage he ventured close to examine to moving shapes that seemed endowed with a presence of life. Aware fogs and creeping spheres and shapes darted about, sometimes larger patterns would chase and adsorb them. In another place he watched something akin to an anchored jellyfish glass of lights and balls blinking with a rhythm that attracted small dark ribbons that dissolved when they fluttered underneath. The entire place seemed a playground until something he'd mistaken for a dormant feature took to motion. What had seemed inert background had boiled suddenly on one side into a drift of horrific limbs and faces of every sort and size twisting together and all seeming to bristle in his general direction. The entire long screen of horrors began to flow like a large current with no clear edge. Though concealed to most lesser beings, the magician and spirit still stirred the resting conglomeration. Tendrils of every material and a few elements shot past him in exploratory grabs missing by chance. The huge current banked back and the conduit of abyssal monstrosity spit out a few free roaming forms of every shape to sweep the space it was enclosing. "Crawling chaos!" His shadow spirit conveyed to him and the two concentrated with terror at disconnecting from the current state.
Both were jerked away with a sickening rush and scattered in being for a second as the returned to the resting mortal body on the rug. Behind them the chaotic avatar continued to search for it's lost meal before seeking other thoughts. The thing had been drawn close by the increased activity of the other magikally active residents, and in no hurry to leave.
[18:15] Montwyte Blackrain sat up and check himself, hands..face, legs..."That was close," he whispered. The shade was floating close by and he turned to it, "I need to tell Angeline...I might also better say something to the Amberton and Crowell." Returning to the vessel gem the spirit only replied with a mental shrug. Just being exposed to the powerful entity's radiations, left the adept stranger than he had been before the journey.
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