Excerpt from The Gear Revolution
Raervyn Halloran was young for an elf, being only fifty years old, but that made her appointment to the Magus guild even more impressive. Most elves took decades to master the elements enough to cast magic, mainly through study and memorization. Raervyn did it naturally. The Archmagus that appraised her gift guessed it had something to do with the pieces of star rock stuck in her chest from when she was little. She had seen a falling star and had been right near when it hit the ground and fragmented, sending her flying and leaving behind pieces embedded in her. The healers couldn't remove them; they were too close to her heart. She didn't care that they were there, she could work wonders because of them. She was a little over five feet tall with long bone white hair that flowed around her pointed ears, deep violet eyes, and tattoos on her face and arms. It was a wild contrast to the two pairs of goggles on her head and the torn coat that she favored. She had a fascination with dwarven gear work and loved seeing the new things they would come up with. She looked down, checking her gearclock and ran. She had to get to the embassy soon to see Master Hammersmith and if she was late there was no telling how mad the old cuss would be. She passed the front gate, the metal bars pulling back as the dwarves cranked the winch and smiled, running on.
"Best hurry girl, he won't be a waiting for ya once he's done!" The guard called after her, mainly to tease her.
She ran, lifting her hand and giving the dwarven sign for 'Make you own babies yourself.' They liked her, more than other elves because she wasn't as stuffy as the others. She liked them because they had a temper and weren't afraid of showing it. Most elves, while caring and compassionate, had abandoned anger in everyday life. Anger was for war, or fighting, not for anything else. To show anger for something trivial was abhorrent, and could result in being fined or even jailed. It was a wonder she wasn't dead.
When Raervyn was very young, only 18 years of age, another star rock fell from the night sky and impacted the plains in Syll. It hit not three feet from her one starry night and threw her at least 12 feet away. When she came to, about an hour later surrounded by her friends and family, she had been bandaged up, yet she could still feel burning in her chest. They sped her to the capitol to be seen by the priests, yet it was the archmagus that came to her rescue first. He had seen the rock fall burning to the ground and knew that it was a symbol, of what he wasn't sure, but he knew he had to be there. So he arrived just as they started off and he stopped them, calling to the fire within her chest and soothing it, yet there were still fragments near her heart that he couldn't touch, so he stabilized her and prayed for the best.The years went by and she studied the spells and rituals, yet Raervyn was ill suited for study. That was when she found she could do it naturally. She still studied to keep appearances, yet her power grew without her learning much. She was accepted into the Magus guild by the very archmagus that saved her life, and he has guessed on how she does it. The star rock in her channels the elements better than any elf can. So she learned a little and grew in power, falling in with a dwarf Gearsmith and finding her love of technology. She is a part of the resistance now, leading the front with her sass and magic.
Accomplishments & Achievements
Unusual MagicBecause of the Star rock embedded in her chest, Raervyn has the ability to communicate with the elements directly without study. She doesn't know how this works, in fact neither do the high magi of the elves, but it has become something of a blessing and a curse to her. The side effect also comes with the same allowances as other magic; if she can't concentrate then the magic fizzles.
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