Magic, Oriceran

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Oriceran magic was produced by use of mental energies, physical manifestations, bodily motions, and verbal commands. The result of these activities produced various changes in the body of the magician, notably colored tattoos, colored symbols, colored writing, etc., on arms and body, as well as a rise in temperature. Here are the commands used in TLC 01/ 1 - 26 Altrea extenda : Produced stairs when one needed to go downstairs. Don't know if they were created anew, or only made visible

Reflectus Moranus : Book shelves appeared, filled with books, for over a mile, ending at a vault etched with "Nevermore"

Hoomanna Protector : Protected the Queen from books she was destroying

Immortus : Restored all destroyed. small fireball

Hoomanna erasa : Erases spells present

Decantanta : Made the close truck swerve so that it didn't hit him

Nesternixem : Raised hands over Yum, repeated word, Yum stayed in his nest, asleep

Memorealum : Allowed special device to extract memories (images) from mind of person who had seen the event, replaying them as in a video

Nastratium : If you don't have an invitation, say this, and the event will welcome you

Transformalia : Expression Gnome used to change to true form, Rhazdon

Portasus : Basic healing spell for headaches

TLC 02/2 How tracking works in the mind of the mage. Leira and Correk tracking the kidnappers - how that works: Focus,” he said.Every event, every emotion, every act leaves behind a trail of energy. Focus on the stronger ones that are closest to you right now. Leira felt the warmth start behind her eyes and saw the same happening to Correk. She felt the calm come over her and the world around her became sharper and clearer. “Use your feelings to reach out and see the trails of energy others have left behind. Suddenly, glittering trails in different colors began to emerge everywhere, some more faded than others. A few pulsed with energy. Leira felt Correk nudge her, guiding her toward those streams of light.

    Leira  stopped fighting the surging of energy. Suddenly, she had a 360° view of the world around her, but it wasn’t in the present moment. It was different chunks of time from the past twenty-four hours. She felt an urge to go searching through the streams of light again, but let her feelings guide her through the maze. Leira let herself relax and felt the energy increase. The symbols under her skin glowed, creeping up her neck and on to her face.

“The more meaningful the event, whether it’s a tragedy or celebration the stronger the trail it leaves behind. These trails have the ability to influence how you feel if you’re not careful. Look for the steady stream of energy that still glitters and sense the darkness around it. Both from the time of night when the crime occurred and the murder.”

     Leira let her energy brush against the different trails, discarding each of them as non-informative, and moving on. She found one that was a tangled knot, hidden by all the other streams. Leira cautiously approached it, touching it with her energy as if it were a flaming hot stove. The moment her stream of golden and bronze energy brushed against the midnight blue tangle, sparks sprayed out, surprising her. She instinctively drew back as if she was actually burned.“Found it!” Leira felt a moment of exhilaration even as a darkness crept over her like a poison. She could see the brilliant blue glittering stream of Correk’s energy reach out and shove the darkness away and felt what it was costing him. 
    “You are a powerful being. Rise above this.” It was Correk’s voice inside of her head. “You influence the darkness. The darkness does not control you. We do this by trusting in our own feelings.” Leira felt a peace she had never known before. It felt like a sharp, cool breeze swirling around her. She reached for the tangled knot of energy again. This time, she felt confident and in control. The same feeling she got every time she was about to leap forward and take down a felon running away from her. Her energy reached out and touched the darkness.When she did, thoughts crept into her mind that she knew didn’t belong to her.“The dead man,” she gasped. “It was revenge. The owner’s sister slept with the wrong man. Wait, there’s more.” The tangled knot gave off sparks again, but this time Leira was prepared and held the energy. “The dead man stopped paying his protection money. He didn’t know anything about the affair. They were making an example by killing him. Taking the child was a last-minute decision. The child was sleeping,” she said. “They’re going to move her out of town. She’s being held inside of a small, rundown house on the northeast side of Georgetown, about thirty-five miles from here. There isn’t much time.” After driving to the area, A quarter mile down the road, Leira slowed the car to a crawl. Even though she had never seen this road before, it all seemed familiar. It’s the more distasteful part of brushing up against other people’s energy. A part of their, I suppose you’d say personality mixed with their memories, lingers with you. The mixture of other people’s thoughts was still swimming through her own, making her a little nauseous. There is also a fantastic tiredness, depending on the amount of energy used, which will need to be recovered by food, sleep, etc., before more magic can be done.