User:Tyloric/Fan Fiction

=Blind Trials= She could feel it. It was feint, but it was defiantly there… The energy irritatingly pricked at her fingers. Exhaustion threatened to make her knees buckle and send her tumbling down to the ground. She would not break her concentration though. She was tuning it all out. She was going to do this.

Namuen could feel the energy, could feel Grenth, guiding her. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, gathering it into her chest before letting it flow to her arms and finger tips.

It was her forty-third attempt at trying to commune a spirit and she was endlessly frustrated that it was taking so long. But she was going to do it this time, she could feel it.

Carefully she poured the energy out of the tips of her fingers and began feeling for the consciousness of the spirit she sought. Wordlessly she continued to listen to the songs of the Mist, seeking the one spirit she had been instructed to manifest.

There you are, she cheered. Namuen had never once got this far before. Wrapping her will around the spirit of Pain, she began to coax into in the living plane. Tenderly she pushed and persuaded, moving ever closer to her goal of a successful commune… almost… almost…

Some where behind her someone sneezed and for one brief moment her concentration broke. The hold she had on the spirit vanished and the power she had gathered into her being rushed out her in a violent thrust, knocking her several feet back before she lost her footing and fell down on the cold stone.

Dazed, but furious, she sat up quickly, “Razus, why did you do that?”

The older ritualist seemed to ponder the question for a moment, “Why did I what? Sneeze? I’m not entirely sure, maybe a stray pollen spore found its way into my nostril. Or perhaps someone somewhere is thinking about myself at this very moment. When you take the time to think about it, I suppose the possibilities are endless.”

“But I had it! I had almost pulled it from the mists!” her head was still buzzing from the sudden torrent of energy.

“And you performed brilliantly.”

She huffed, as if offended, “Yes! I was! But attempt number forty-two failed because of you!”

Razus immediately went into teaching mode, “Because of me? Namuen, I have communed and channeled countless spirits on the field of battle, Do you honestly believe your opponents would wait until you were done with your task before cutting your hamstring? I think not, my dear. If you can’t even channel the most basic of spirits because of someone sneezing, how do you expect to use these skills in a practical situation?”