Wednesday, November 11, 2009
Grim vs Cancer - part 2
6:41 PM | Posted by
Warwriter Widow
Grim finished the last of the wards on the doorway to the magic room. These were his strongest wards, so that even the most magically dense person would at least feel uncomfortable, and the more magically sensitive would be certainly repelled. He stripped down naked and entered the circle with his items, the magic book, the anatomy book with other pictures, and a piece of a shirt.
He set up everything on the floor, then looked to the quarters. The sentries were already in place. He turned to the items in the center and knelt on the floor.
Turning to a page in the book, he pressed his hand on it. Words flowed up, words in modern language, because what needed to be done needed concepts from the modern era. His other hand took up the shirt. He took his hand from the book and pulled open the marked page in the anatomy book. He studied the pictures again.
He had brought with him two chess pieces, a black king and a white bishop. He chose those for what they symbolized - a queen could do anything. A rook advanced straight on. A knight went around things, harassing the target but doing no real damage. The bishop, however, could seemingly come from out of nowhere and take the target - however, he usually needed support. That would come later.
He set the king down, and the bishop next to it. He touched the king. "You, are the cancer," he said, and the king glowed. He touched the bishop with the same hand. "You are the chemotherapy, and the will." It glowed green. He scooped them both up with one hand, and wrapped them in the shirt.
He turned to the pictures in the book, and held the shirt and the chess pieces in his left hand. He began to recite the words of the spell, simple commands and desires that included medical terminology that seemed to come naturally to him. By the time he finished the spell, he looked at the bundle in his hand. He opened the bundle. A blob of black plastic lay in the palm of his hand, the white plastic of the king absorbed. He wrapped the plastic back up in the shirt, and wrapped a blue ribbon five times around it.
Grim rose and dismissed the circle, then turned to the door. The sentries were patrolling the quarters calmly. Nothing had come in. He took the items with him out of the room. They would be used for the final third of the spell, so he had to put them away somewhere safe.
He set up everything on the floor, then looked to the quarters. The sentries were already in place. He turned to the items in the center and knelt on the floor.
Turning to a page in the book, he pressed his hand on it. Words flowed up, words in modern language, because what needed to be done needed concepts from the modern era. His other hand took up the shirt. He took his hand from the book and pulled open the marked page in the anatomy book. He studied the pictures again.
He had brought with him two chess pieces, a black king and a white bishop. He chose those for what they symbolized - a queen could do anything. A rook advanced straight on. A knight went around things, harassing the target but doing no real damage. The bishop, however, could seemingly come from out of nowhere and take the target - however, he usually needed support. That would come later.
He set the king down, and the bishop next to it. He touched the king. "You, are the cancer," he said, and the king glowed. He touched the bishop with the same hand. "You are the chemotherapy, and the will." It glowed green. He scooped them both up with one hand, and wrapped them in the shirt.
He turned to the pictures in the book, and held the shirt and the chess pieces in his left hand. He began to recite the words of the spell, simple commands and desires that included medical terminology that seemed to come naturally to him. By the time he finished the spell, he looked at the bundle in his hand. He opened the bundle. A blob of black plastic lay in the palm of his hand, the white plastic of the king absorbed. He wrapped the plastic back up in the shirt, and wrapped a blue ribbon five times around it.
Grim rose and dismissed the circle, then turned to the door. The sentries were patrolling the quarters calmly. Nothing had come in. He took the items with him out of the room. They would be used for the final third of the spell, so he had to put them away somewhere safe.
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