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Asar-Suti ([personal profile] asar_suti) wrote2006-03-20 11:23 pm

Journal post: Making a magical crystal for Gorlim

"I borrowed a room off the scullery, it's got tiles and a table, and if we accidentally explode creation in there, it won't be all that bad," Asar-Suti said, showing up in the simpler versioin of Ihlini robes at seven, in the bar, as agreed with Námo. "Erm, hello Námo."

Námo smiled pleasantly at his friend. "Are we expected to explode things during creating the crystal?" he asked. "Is that a common problem?"

Asar-Suti shook his head. "Not expecting as such," he said. "But we never know how your and my magic will react when thrown together."

He gestured at the kitchen door. "Shall we?"

The Vala nodded, walking through the door before Asar-Suti. "How do we begin this?" he asked, glancing back at the purple deity.

Asar-Suti led him to the little room beside the scullery, and closed the door, telling a passing rat to please not disturb them, even if odd magical effects came from under the door.

"First I make the crystal, then you make the magic, and I catch it with the crystal, and add the magical energy so it keeps working," Asar-Suti said. "The tricky part is where you have to freeze the magic at a point just before it starts working, and direct it into the crystal instead."

Námo pondered this for a moment. "Yes, I can see where we could cause a minor magical explosion. All right. I think we can do this without too much trouble. We are both accomplished beings in our own magical rights."

Asar-Suti stood, braced his legs, held up his hands, some inches apart; between them, something was materialising in a shower of violet sparks. "Now do your magic, and direct it into this while it's becoming a crystal," he said.

Sapphire eyes focused as Námo began to hum a Song that brought to mind wild beasts and forests, of hunting and killing and eating. The power built around him as the Song gainsed strength and then he pushed the half-formed spell on the crux of being set to fulfillment toward the violet sparks between Asar-Suti's hands. It was untrained in working concert magic with other deities not of his own world and he was sure the push was too strong, like the breaking of a harmony.

There was a hiss, and a sizzle, and Asar-Suti briefly pulled his hands apart as if stung; the crystal was almost real now, and it chimed with the tension. There were some more sparks, and then Asar-Suti gasped, "I've got it - now the magical energy to feed the magic indefinitely!"

He watched, his eyes intent, the Song seemingly trapped between his hands. It was fascinating to watch such creation, and Námo was sure to file away all he learned from his friend in this moment.

Asar-Suti started pouring energy into his creation, purple spark sizzling around the coalescing crystal.

Námo followed suit, extending his own energy to mingle with Asar-Suti's, trying to feed through to the crystal as well. There was a moment of uncertainty when it touched Asar-Suti's, but then Námo pressed forward, bleeding out his own energy with ease.

Blue and purple magic gelled quickly, the crystal glowed brightly - then overloaded, burned blindingly brightly - and exploded.

The magic broke free, spattered all over the place, and fell back on Námo and Asar-Suti. There was blue and purple everywhere, and when it blew away, the two deities found themselves in another shape. It had been magic for shifting into animal shape, and that meant that they'd turned into one of Asar-Suti's favourite animal transformations.


Asar-Suti, the Vala-penguin began. What manner of creature is this?

The Seker-penguin hooted loudly with amusement. Oh ye meta-entities that gods swear by! he said. We're penguins - that's birds which live in very cold areas of Earth and fly under water instead of in the air. He honked again, shaking his head so the feathers on the side of his head wiggled.

Námo flapped his little flipper-like arms angrily, though it ended up being more cute than stately. Dear Eru! I am used to being tigers and hawks and an Elf -- not a small, flightless bird that likes the cold!

Very efficient under water! Asar-Suti said, defending penguin-dom as such. He was a small rock-hopper penguin, and turned his crested head and poked up his beak to look up at the much taller penguin that Námo had turned into. Can you turn back on your own?

The Vala-penguin huffed once more before shifting, becoming his tall, dark-haired, Elf-shape again. "That was not what was supposed to happen," he remarked. "It was, in fact, unsettling to have my shape changed without my doing so."

Asar-Suti turned back, shrugged, and smiled. "No, it wasn't. It was an accident. Accidents happen when you experiment. I don't want to know how much Feanor blew up before he managed to make silmarilli and palantíri," he said. "Now we know that mixing your energy and mine will overload the crystal. As it's your magic, it's better to use your energy - so shall we try again, but only you pour in energy at the end, while I concentrate on making the crystal hold together?"

He nodded. "Aye. Probably wise." Námo began to hum his Song again, weaving his power into that Song once more, creating the spell within the Song to shift from Man to tiger when the wearer desired to do so.

Asar-Suti once more spun his crystal between his hands, violet sparks circling around each other, and when it was almost real, he once more told Námo to push his magic into the crystal.

Which he did, pushing as he had before, the tendril of power ready for when the Song was trapped. As soon as it was captured by Asar-Suti's power, Námo threw out the power, feeding the spell as he had tried to do in concert before, finding it a little easier for himself without trying to mesh his own power with another's.

And all Asar-Suti now did was gently solidify the crystal around the spell, and the energy that would feed it, and to tie them to in a way that normal human intention would set free a bit of the magic - enough for the spell to work.

Then he suddenly held the finished crystal in his hands; it was a sapphire, exactly the colour of Námo's eyes, and about the size of a hazelnut.

Dense and strong and real, as if it had grown in the earth aeons ago, it glowed in Asar-Suti's palm.

Námo slowly approached his friend, eyes the same colour, with the same glow, slightly wide. "Amazing," he murmured. "And it is complete? He will be able to use it as he desires without the crystal dying in power with each use?"

"Oh yes, he will; my crystals don't run dry easily," Asar-Suti said. "How shall we set it so he can wear it? Making a hole in it would seem irreventent, even though it wouldn't damage the magic. I have some mithril on me..."

"We can create a mithril cage for it, threading it onto a loop of mithril chain that does not have a clasp. I do not want there to be any weakness in the setting or the chain where it might be pulled from him or lost." This was important, preventing the loss of the gem. It was Gorlim's, and no other would benefit from its uses.

Asar-Suti pulled a spool of mithril wire from his pocket. "Here's the mithril; do you want to shape it, or shall I?" he said.

He accepted the thread and the crystal. Slowly, he wrapped the wire around it as if it were nothing more than thin copper wiring, his strength aiding in the manipulation of the mithril. Carefully, he created a secure cage for the sapphire, simply made because Gorlim was a simple man. With little ceremony, he created a loop at the end to thread the chain through. From around his own neck, he took the river rock that was caged and hung similarly. He removed the river rock, threading the chain through the sapphire, then squeezed the clasp with intense pressure to make one continuous circle of chain.

Asar-Suti had been watching him with great interest, and now nodded. He crept to the door, and opened it very suddenly. "All right, Everard, you can stop wibbling out there now, we're finished, and haven't done anything nasty!" he sat to the very astonished rat sitting immediately outside the door in the scullery.

From the rat's fur, a few black and white feathers had sprouted.