Invisibility
Art Statistics | |
| Focus: | Insight (Major) |
| Cost: | 20 |
| Orbit Required: | 40 |
| Affected: | Self. |
Duration
10 seconds.
Description
Provides the effect of Chamele, however the use of offensive arts and blades will not end the effect. The dreamer with Invisibility cannot use chakrams and all offensive Arts used are reduced by half. Unlike Chamele, Invisibility is no longer countered by Vision.
Plateau Effect
Decreased evoke time.
Duration increases by 10 seconds.
Art Research
Unlike 'Chamele', where the evoker is temporarily distorted from view, Invisibility actually immerses a dreamers Soulsphere directly into chaos, providing a physical link to the avatar in the dreaming world. In this state, the avatar is freed from the responsibility of concentration and as able to traverse the dream just as they were visible. Because of the true nature of chaos, the DreamSeer is only able to spend limited time and must return after a certain period, at which time the Soulsphere is reunited with the avatar and the DreamSeers avatar becomes visible again.
Art History
As we all know, not all wondrous discoveries are made by choice. Some are made a goal, set upon and researched until fruition. But others... are happenstance, a chance discovery, an accident. In the case of Invisibility, it was just that… an accidental discovery.
Cyardon, a Dreamseer of no great importance was often found wandering around the planes of the Dream. He would sit for hours looking into the gently flowing waters of the streams in the Trinities or gazing out across the dreamscape from the higher reaches of Mt. Ilapse. He had just spent many weeks learning the ins and outs of Chamele from a now famous dreamer, Jervais, and was spending his days wrapped in the shadows of the Dream, studying the various mares he happened upon.
Now like most quiet people, Cyardon had a close friend very unlike himself, T'Lrek. As we all know from the history of Stagger, T'Lrek was famous for his ale, and also famous for his sense of humor. This pair was a sight to see together, T'Lrek often loud and boisterous, and Cyardon solemn and withdrawn. They could often be found, Cyardon sitting on the edge of the fountain with his hand swirling the waters, and T'Lrek standing over him chastising him on being such a hermit.
"Cyardon, friend, you have to open up, laugh a little, let it out!” T'Lrek would say in a deep jovial voice.
Cyardon would look up wiping his hand on his cloak, "I know my friend, but I never seem to know what to say, then it feels like everyone is looking at me, waiting for something. I get nervous and my mind goes blank."
Looking back down at the water as the light of the Sable Moon plays across its surface, T'Lrek put his hand upon his shoulder. "Well now that you have this... this new toy you play with, Chamele, you'll never open up. You walk around the City invisible to all, now how is a fine lass going to chase you if she can't see you?!"
Cyardon begins to fidget, "Please T'Lrek not again, you know I can't talk to women."
Just then T'Lrek recalls a flask he placed in his vest pocket before he left the tavern this morn. Withdrawing it and unstopping it, he reaches down to the pool and makes the pretense of filling it from its waters. Stoppering it back up, he hands it to Cyardon, "Here my friend, take this then. I would hate to find you lying in the fields of the Trinities, swooned from the heat and lack of liquid refreshment. Maybe the cool waters of your favorite pool will stir you a bit or at least keep you from heat stroke."
Cyardon not paying much attention to what T'Lrek was saying or doing took the flask and tucked it away in a pouch at his belt.
Later that day, Cyardon was walking through the fields of the Trinities as T'Lrek knew he would, since he did so every day at that time. As he rounded the corner he happened upon a fair maiden grappling with a Bogrom, and obviously on the losing end of the struggle. Now Cyardon was no warrior by any means, and one might say even a bit cowardly. So as he often did when the mares would rear their ugly heads, he ducked behind a corner and wrapped himself in the shadows using his art of Chamele before either could notice him, or so he thought. He then bolted past, and ran up the ledge heading for the Rise. His mouth became dry and parched from the exertion, and his fear. He leaned up against the wall, and remembering the flask, he withdrew it, pulled out the stopper and took a long swig of the contents. To his surprise, it was not the clear water of a spring, but a brew concocted from the fabled flagon of his friend, T'Lrek, the Dreamsmith of Grog. Too late to halt its rush down his gullet, the effects began to take hold.
Cyardon stood up straight and tall, flung his cloak back and ran a steady strong hand through his sable locks. His heart bursting with courage, he ran back down the Rise to defend the fair maiden from the vile Bogrom. Rushing headlong at the creature he smashed into it, knocking it from its feet, and freeing the damsel from its clutches. Now as soon as he struck the beast his Chamele diminished and the maiden could see her savior standing over her, reaching a hand to pull her to her feet.
Quickly, the Bogrom regained its senses and footing, and lunged at Cyardon. Now his first blow succeeded out of surprise, stealth and blind luck. He was standing toe to toe with a creature quite capable of rendering him limb from limb. Quickly, he grabbed up a broken limb resting on the ground by the maidens’ feet, and lunged at the beast; swinging with such ferocity the creature was staggered. Then it happened...Cyardon hiccuped. Yes I said hiccuped, and to the amazement of the Bogrom, his foe had vanished.
Letting out a guttural cry the beast began swinging madly. Noticing his foe seemed not to know where he was; Cyardon took the opportunity to move behind the beast, and with one massive blow, felled the vile creature. Then suddenly he reappeared again, standing in front of the maiden he had risked his own life to save. She looked a bit amazed, but not at his warrior prowess, but at how he could do what he did… seemingly turn invisible. With a new found courage and a very beautiful woman at his arm, Cyardon went in search of his friend.
As they walked, Azreaal, as the maiden was called, asked Cyardon of his wondrous powers. Cyardon rather at a loss for how it happened began to theorize, and they discussed the possibilities as they traveled to T'Lrek's Tavern. He told her of the circumstances leading up to the event, and she of hers, and they came to the conclusion that somehow T'Lrek's concoction had reacted with the ambient magics of the Chamele, still in effect on Cyardon's avatar. They laughed as they walked for it seems Cyardon still had the hiccups, and would pop in and out of sight from time to time.
Upon reaching the tavern, they sat down over a round of more common ale and told the story to T'Lrek. T'Lrek turned to Azreaal and said "Oh, I told you to go to The Trinities? I meant to say Umbric, good thing my friend here happened upon you!"
Cyardon raised a brow and looked at his friend detecting a bit of mischief and preplanning in his words. "So… you two have met before?!?"
Azreaal looked up at Cyardon, a mischievous smile not unlike T'Lreks upon her lips, "He is my Uncle, Cyardon, He sent me in search of some mushrooms for this evenings’ special, but it seems he had his directions crossed."
Cyardon scowled at T'Lrek "You rogue! You deliberately gave me one of your vile concoctions, and sent your niece out in harms way knowing I would stumble upon her and..." Just then he looked to Azreaal. His heart softening, his withdrawn nature all but forgotten, and just as he was about to speak, another hiccup escaped his lips, and poof he was gone again. A roar went up from the three and the rest of the day was spent talking and getting acquainted with his soon to be Bride.
But back to the creation of Invisibility, Cyardon with the help of Azreaal who turned out to be a very insightful lass herself, and T'Lrek's flagon, he was able to reproduce the effects of the mixture and form what we have today as the art of Invisibility.
Now the sound made by the evocation of the art still to this day sounds like the hiccup escaping from Cyardon's lips and its short duration is due to the fact the rather chaotic nature of its creation. The potency of the Art seems to disallow the ability to extend it for great lengths of time.
But poor Cyardon was never able to rid himself of the after effect of his hiccups and would always poof after a few drinks, making the wedding reception and night to follow, which is an interesting tale in itself.
As told by Midhir
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This art can no longer be countered by Vision.
