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Color.  That has been my going theme this week for Inksketches.   This ends things for September, but I plan to try to do something a bit more... dead(er) for October.  Inktober always is pleasant for me to get into, and my hope is to carry a single theme for the entire month.  I hope, anyway. On twitter and instagram I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. Airship!  Suggested by a friend.  This was last week's recorded inksketch.  I screwed up the focus a bit.  I squished together the idea of an ironclad, bird, and a ship's prow together for it.   The res...

Some more spells, this time for Lignamancy.  Flesh changing and transformative, here's three spells in # Crux .   Click here if you want the first bit of stuff on the magic system I've been cobbling together. I smiled.  I held up the fetish.  The little raven had cost me a pretty penny.  Some crafted their own.  I didn't have the time for that. And I didn't want anyone to find out how I did it.  The tiny wooden fetish properly prepared, in a style different than my own.  The Grand Bazaar offered everything, including fetishes for Lignamancers like myself. The curse required a fetish of a Raven.  I tied a lock of my sister's dark hair to it.  I closed my palm around the fetish and let aether loose. It felt warm. I could feel the beating of a raven's heart in my palm. The curse had come to life. My "dearest" sister would find how well carrion tastes... Sight of Lignamancy Sobriquets: Greensight, Speak with Animals, Wildto...

Another installment of magic in #Crux.  Water spells this time!  Aquamancy is flowing.  It has ties to blood and the emotions that drive that blood.   Click here for where I started this sorcery rambling, the "part 1" if you will. Ocean.  All ocean around us.   "Aye, lass."  The criminal smiled his toothless smile at me.  "Don't fight, we got your ship." I resisted the urge to just jump over the edge of the ship.  My ship.  My ship, full of people I'd brought out here.  These criminals thought they could take them. "We'll take just the Unsorcerous.  That's a fair shake, ain't it?  We'll take 'em back to New Guidthorn.  After all, they're just Unsorcerous.  They'd be better enchanted and workin' the fields like them Dirters were made for." Then I snapped.  I could've just called a minor spell or two.  But instead, I expended all I had.  I felt my aether reserve melt into flowing water....

Autumn has set in.  O glorious autumn!  The bestest season.  I drew all these inksketches for such a magnificent sign! On twitter and instagram I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. I recording drawing this pineapple.  I asked a friend for a suggestion, and that's what I drew.  Turned out pineapples are kind of interesting, after researching them.  Like most fruits, they come from South America.  Go figure. Action shot.  Something that I imagine earth magick, geomancy, to look like.  Hard work.  I think creating tremors should require one to punch ...

Three spells for Psychomancy- mind magick.   Here you can find where I started this mess, what sorceries are like what.  Psychomancy is mind trickery, but with subtle catches. Mind Tricks. At first, it sounds like a buzz in your ear.  Like the sound of waters bubbling.  Like a million, no a billion, chattering echoes you can't quite make out.  That's what it feels like. I'd grown used to that piece of psychomancy.  Without touching someone, all I can sense is their presence.  Their minds buzzes.  Nothing specific.  There isn't a real word to describe it.  I always keep it on.  I'm used to it. I wandered through the crowd.  They would bump into me here and there.  I'd catch stray thoughts or images like others might use sleight of hand to steal coin.  Tiny pieces. The actors on the stage kept going through their routine.  The audience watched patiently.  I paused after absorbing enough. I sent...

#Crux post on some Geomancy spells.  This here is the core of what the seven schools of sorcery are like.  Here are three Earthy spells... Sight of Geomancy Sobriquets: Tremorsense, Echosight Cost: 1 Aether Duration: Until Sunset Echosight grants the caster the ability to feel the vibrations of the land about them.  Anything touching the land, they can feel.  By focusing, the Geomancer can even pinpoint specific vibrations.  They can distinguish specific individuals around them.  Or they can sense natural phenomena before it happens.  Echosense can even allow a Geomancer to sense earthquakes.  A trained geomancer can sense them before they might happen.  The same is true of rain, storms and other effects that strike upon the land. Echosight uses vibrations and thus is harder to hide from magically.  Invisibility, for instance, requires the caster to be able to focus on echosight itself.  This means being able to ...

September means cooler weather.  Autumn is the best because it means things are changing.  Change is good.  And here be some Inksketches.  Plus a video too, I suppose. On twitter and instagram I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that. Here's this weeks inksketches.  Another pile.  :D  1. Starting off, a mountain with random debris all over it.  No reason for it, just something I sort of doodled into.  2. A Pine Marten.  Possibly #Crux related, but I didn't bother to make that connection explicit.  Fire means its magic.  That sort of thing. ...

"Every day is followed by every night." The first bit was easy enough. The little mnemonic phrase unlocked Maralda's spell. She felt the words whirl around her. They altered the air. They bent light around Maralda's body. The tingling of the Invisibility spell always tingled her mind a bit. Maybe it was the change in light around her. Either way. Maralda now could move hidden from view. Her mouth whispered the words over and over, constantly weaving the spell as she moved. Not by sound or scent. Sound she could handle. "Hopefully my perfume won't set off those Gnolls." She thought. Then Maralda almost cursed herself for almost saying her thought out loud and interrupting the spell. She spoke the spell, invisible, and moved in to spy on the Spice Khan... Magic in #Crux .   Here is a bit on the seven schools of sorcery I'm drawing this from. Sight of Aeromancy Sobriquets: Clairvoyance, Farsight Cost: 1 Aether Duration: One Scene...

When I was younger, would use an actual candle to cast the spell.  The other priests would show me later how to imagine the candle in my mind.  Fire is the Summer Rose, and I learned how to use this spell in her name.  I imagined the candle, then I breathed in the imaginary flame. The flame wasn't hot.  Even when I used a real candle, the fire would tickle.  It wouldn't extinguish.  I pushed it into my heart.   Then I opened my eyes.  I saw the young boy in the pew.  I let out the spell.  The heartblaze took form.   Not a visible form.  But a burning feeling that can't be extinguished.  A feeling that boy needed.  That starving, poor boy looked haggard.  Sad.  Impossible to bring joy to. That sad face burned away.  It burned away as the heartblaze filled him with joy.  A bright smile.  I could tell he felt better, that he forgot about his empty belly.  Forgot about whatever had ...

A lot of shading this week.  But seven more inksketches go into the pile. On twitter and instagram I post these sorts of images every day.  If you are looking for some place to follow and get these in your feed, check those out. Also, if you want to support images like this, the stories on this blog and more, check out my patreon .  It isn't necessary for this stuff, but it'd help with expanding some of my projects a bit.  I also take commissions, so don't be afraid to message me about that.  1. A suggestion from  +Aki Tora .  A ancient cat statue.  I added the cat and the guy on top of the statue.  Just cause. 2. A suggestion from my father, a Raven eating roadkill.  It's the only inksketch I didn't shade this week.  I think I caught the flavor it. 3. My first imagining of what a Ghostsword would look like.  Skulls are obviously a Necromancer thing.  Go figure. 4. My cousin suggested the idea for this on...

I reached out.  The aether came into me.  Necromancy always feels cold.   Like a chill, I can't quite shake.  It comes into my chest, that chill does.  When I feel it, I use the  Aether to push the chill of that necromancy into a spell.  It flows out of my chest into my left arm.   Down my arm, the chill goes.  The chill grows into a numb static.  Then ectoplasm collects on my elbow, like condensation.  The chill and the aether pour into that bit of ectoplasm.   They make it expand.  They make it grow.  It flows down to my left wrist, into my hand.   The ectoplasm drips into my hand with a crackle and a mournful cry.  It elongates into something long.  Tiny faces of the countless lost souls from between realities cover it.   Purple energy ripples along it.  The ectoplasm took the shape of a longsword in my hand.  A ghostsword.  A blade of purple ectoplasm and necromantic ma...

A bit #Crux #Flashfiction.  A pair of Ghostwalkers get into trouble investigating a ghost.   Chained. We didn't expect the house to be trouble.  Zarin and I thought there was only just a ghost.  Things still managed to get out of control on us. "Why don't we just Ward the place and wait for the Ghost to come out?"  I asked. "It's the second day of this job, and still don't quite get it."  Zarin shook her frizzy, black hair.  She was only a few years older than me.  But her mismatched eyes looked more experienced than mine.  The Rosefolk ghostwalker had already taught me how to use my Sight spells in new ways.  Uses I'd never learned at University. "But it's easier, isn't it?  I mean, Ghostwarding the place just makes easier on both of us." "We aren't ratcatchers."  Zarin said.  "Ghosts are citizens in Crux too.  We serve them as well as the living." "Even if it's quicker than sea...

Ok, random musing on some spell rules.  Haven't run Crux for awhile, but still have some ideas kicking around in the back of my mind on it.  Sorcery, mainly.  This is part of an outline on a magick system for Crux, based on a few idea of mine.  Probably will have more pieces for it later, but this covers the basic generalities I've been thinking of. The Aether. All magic comes out of a single source.  A plane of crackling energy.  A place of eternal energies.  Energy that sorcerous can mold into possibility. Sorcery is the art of extracting Aetheric energies and using them on the material plane.  How that energy is applied, varies from Sorcery to Sorcery.  Most often Aetheric energies can be collected via leylines.   Some spellcasters have their own personal reserves.  Aetheric energy doesn't replenish quickly.  Within living spellcasters, aetheric reserves require time and meditation to recharge. Aether Track. ...