Rixil, In the Study, With the Dimensional Orb...

In a Different Dimension
Planet Korul
Castle of Deluge Inference
Higher Study
Early Light

Silence. The soundlessness wasn’t uncommon for the room in question, though. Light poured through large metal-lined windows, showering the study in swathes. Shadows cast by the columns between each opening left strips of the stone walls cold to the touch. Luxurious rugs covered most of the floor, shimmering embroidery shattering the starlight into several shards that gave illumination to the otherwise lonesome corners of the room.

Tables and shelves were the study’s main inhabitants, both structures made of a black, glassy material that was almost gem-like. Littering these surfaces were innumerable items that could only be assumed to be books; records of the past, instructions on learning magics, and information on the hardly explored worlds beyond Korul.

At one of the obsidian-colored tables, there sat a figure clad in slate blue. The cowl of the being’s cropped cloak lay against the back of the garment, letting the light illuminate the specimen at hand.

His blonde hair seemed almost golden in the radiance of the star, and his supple skin which usually held a more fleshy tone almost appeared to give off its own light. One might say that his form was angelic… but the long, clawed feet that clicked against the ground could give him away. Beyond that, his black eyes gave an eerily dark gaze that most other species found unnerving rather than divine. A tail that fell underneath the robe-like folds of his lower garment swished to and fro, ever so slowly as the rest of his figure remained perfectly still. With an inhale, the Korulian lifted his marked hands from the pages of his book. A white rune that trailed up his right hand began to glow faintly, his eyelids falling closed as he began to focus…


The Korulian attempts to use Light Construct : 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 2

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Skills:
Cast Illusion – (Alpha Class – 0/10)
Light Constructs – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Light Speed – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Laser Beam – (Novice Class – 0/10)

In a Different Dimension
Planet Korul
Castle of Deluge Inference
Higher Study
Early Light (A Few Seconds Later)

Clawed digits splayed, the image of a simple construct filled the young Korulian’s mind. With closed senses, he pictured a basic version of a creature he had read about: a butterfly, to be specific. Furrowing his feathery eyebrows, he attempted to put the small insect into being. With a sharp exhale, his eyes flew open, gold irises contracting with concentration.

Nothing happened. There wasn’t even a speck of light in his shadow being cast on the table, let alone the winged being he had hoped would be created. With a sigh, he let his form slump over his previous work. “Rixil, you are worthless.” He spoke to himself, chiding his own efforts. He’d have to try again when his mentor was around… As much as Rixil enjoyed accomplishing things, he’d much rather prefer a qualified audience. He was, however, impressed with his English. He was practically fluent in the foreign language, and most of the time, he spoke it as a means of showing off. The only other Korulians who knew the language were his mentor and the Matriarch. “As if I wasn’t exceptional enough…” chortled Rixil as he closed the study material he had been hunched over all morning. “I think that it is high time I found a bit of nourishment.”

With a graceful gait, he made his way across the room to the door, grasping the handle securely before tugging the large mass open. His feet barely made a whisper as he waltzed through the capacious halls. He had often practiced muffling the sounds of his claws against hard flooring; it was almost second nature to him now. Part of him was convinced that it would help him blend in on Earth if his claws weren’t scraping the ground with every step. Another part of his personality relished in the fact that he could successfully conceal his tracks and the noises associated.

Near the end of way, he took a left, following the new stone corridor until it opened up into a courtyard. Red ‘grass’ carpeted the ground here, and Rixil was only too eager to walk onto it, the lush plant-life welcoming his feet into a reverie of pure bliss. Despite the happiness his feet felt, his stomach rumbled in defiance. It was clearly displeased that Rixil was not in the dining area.

“That’s probably going to be the hardest part…” The Korulian adolescent said inwardly, walking up to one of the knotted trees and plucking a hand-sized fruit from a low-hanging branch. He opened his mouth, largely agape enough to almost swallow the succulent plant meat whole. Instead though, he took a dainty bite, ripping through the flesh with his pointed, razor teeth. The juices of the fruit were cool against his tongue as he played with the morsel inside the prison of his jaws. It wasn’t his favorite, fruit, but if he was to be a believable human, he was going to have to stray from his carnivorous ways. His stomach growled again, still not entirely satisfied, but content enough that it was at least receiving food.

Taking another bite, Rixil meandered back towards the Higher Study, not entirely in a hurry to study more American History. As he quietly strolled through the castle, his thoughts fell on his mentor. His teacher was usually a Korulian of worth, hardly ever absent from the confines of the study in the mornings. “Perhaps he is in audience with her Majesty.” he murmured through his final mouthful of fruit. Subconsciously, his feet led him to a small fountain in one of the crossways. Icy water played over the edge of an upper dish that let the liquid trickle down into a larger basin. Quickly dipping his hand into the depths, he cleaned the sticky mess of morning breakfast from his digits and proceeded to shake them dry. His eyes fell to his reflection on the mostly undisturbed surface of the fountain water. Licking the outer parts of his lips with his forked tongue, Rixil mussed his hair a bit, spiking the back and making his bangs fall over his eyes dramatically whilst being sure not to obscure his vision entirely.

With new admiration for himself, he thought to head for the throne room. “But first…” he purred through a smirk. Rixil let his eyes fall closed again, focusing an image in his mind…


Rixil attempts to use Light Construct to make a flower : 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 8

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Skills:
Cast Illusion – (Alpha Class – 0/10)
Light Constructs – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Light Speed – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Laser Beam – (Novice Class – 0/10)

In a Different Dimension
Planet Korul
Castle of Deluge Inference
Castle Corridors
Not-As-Early Light

Rixil could almost sense the mass of the flower he was attempting to create… light that was reflecting from the pool of water at his side was pulled towards the center of his outstretched hands. The stem seemed to wind itself from the photons as they condensed and started to take shape…

Suddenly, the construct exploded into a thousand light fragments which flickered back into the rays of star being casted about. The young Korulian let out a native swear at this, angered with his inability to do. His hands tightened into fists for a second, before he pulled them towards his center, fingers loosening. “I must create a system… or be enslaved by another man’s.”

He raised his arms up, cupping his hands in front of him. His eyes closed once again, eyelashes fluttering lightly as he tried to imagine a Star-Gazer Lily in the space between his grasp. The white petals were golden in his mind, the pink center fading out with a delightful dapple that others might find hard to mimic. Tendril-like sexes dangled from the center of the flower, voluptuous and erect. The fuzzy, oval leaves shooting from the tall, strong stem caught Rixil’s attention for a moment, his concentration hovering over them briefly before turning towards the bigger picture again. “Focus, Rixil…”

Rixil attempts to use Light Construct to create a star-gazer lily: 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 2

If the last roll, was a failure, Rixil attempts to use Light Construct again to create a star-gazer lily, not breaking concentration: 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 7

If the last two rolls were unsuccessful, Rixil makes a hasty attempt to use Light Construct to create a star-gazer lily: 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 1

If none of the previous rolls were successful, Rixil's anger gets the better of him, and he attempts to create a projectile flower dagger aimed at the closest wall.

Random number (1,10) : 5

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Skills:
Cast Illusion – (Alpha Class – 0/10)
Light Constructs – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Light Speed – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Laser Beam – (Novice Class – 0/10)

In a Different Dimension
Planet Korul
Castle of Deluge Inference
Near a Corridor Fountain
Still Fairly Early Light

The illumination around Rixil once again threatened to taper to his will, whimsical photons playing between being a flower stem and being a simple trick of the light. “Just a bit more…” he thought, biting his lip a little as his focus faded with the construct he was trying to create. The gold irises of his dark gaze bore deeply into the space in between his hands, even as the faintest wisps of light returned to nothingness. Enraged, his pupils dilated, and he threw out his hand, fitfully attempting to create a different, more destructive construct. Even that concept failed to come into being though, and the young Korulian was left fuming, the rays about him happily mocking his futile efforts.

After a few deep breaths, Rixil was able to calm himself, blood flowing back into his fingers as his fists fell open to his sides. A chuckle escaped his lips. “Cursed light…” He wondered for a moment if the shadows would be more compliant, despite his lack of studies in that aspect of his magics.

With a frustrated exhale, he began to make way towards the throne room, as originally planned. Despite his attempts to keep his mind off of his failures, the idle hands quickly took up sketching invisible shapes in 3D space with clawed fingers.
Rixil attempts to use

[i]Rixil attempts to use Light Construct: 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 9

Regardless of previous success or failure, Rixil attempts to use Light Construct: 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 1

Regardless of previous success or failure, Rixil attempts to use Light Construct: 1-8 is a failure whilst 9-10 is a success.

Random number (1,10) : 10

If any of these are successes, a roll determines the complexity of his idle mind’s creation: 1-5 produces a simple shape, 6-8 produces a butterfly, 9-10 produces a small dragon made of lilies.

Random number (1,10) : 5

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Skills:
Cast Illusion – (Alpha Class – 0/10)
Light Constructs – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Light Speed – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Laser Beam – (Novice Class – 0/10)

In a Different Dimension
Planet Korul
Castle of Deluge Inference
Castle Corridors
Assumable Early Light


Mind void of much thought, the young Korulian meandered his way through many a hallway, twirling his fingers absent-mindedly as he went. Funnily enough, as his hands swung haphazardly in the space in front of him, a small figure began to form between them. The construct took shape according to the straight lines he had been drawing with his index digits, forming a simple but solid prism that undulated to another, more complex prism at his whim. Despite its lackluster figure and size, Rixil couldn’t help but smile slightly, the soft radiance of his design reflecting onto the smirk that stretched across his face. With a sigh of relief that he had not lost his talents accompanied with slightly rekindled self-worth, the blonde alien picked up his pace and made haste towards the throne room.

The new vigor delivered him to the halls surrounding his destination within seconds. As he approached with silent steps, it was only too easy for Rixil to pick up the murmuring of voices as he approached her Majesty’s audience chamber. Despite the somber and hushed tone of the conversation ahead, the royal rugs outside of the entryway and his curiosity were enough to entice him into eavesdropping. At that, an idea came to his mind just as he was about to enter.

Throwing himself backwards and up against the stone wall next to the entry arch, he closed his eyes, breathing deeply as he had been taught to do in order to harness his full potential.


Rixil attempts to use Cast Illusion to make himself invisible : 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

[Original Random Roll = 5]


If the last roll, was a failure, Rixil attempts to use Cast Illusion again to make himself invisible, not breaking concentration: 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

[Original Random Roll = 8]


If the last roll, was a failure, Rixil attempts to use Cast Illusion again to make himself invisible, not breaking concentration: 1-5 is a failure whilst 6-10 is a success.

[Original Random Roll = 1]


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Skills:
Cast Illusion – (Alpha Class – 0/20)
Light Constructs – (Novice Class – 2/10)
Light Speed – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Laser Beam – (Novice Class – 0/10)

In a Different Dimension
Planet Korul
Castle of Deluge Inference
Castle Corridors
Assumable Early Light


With a quiet inhale and exhale, Rixil focused all concentration on the illusion at hand. The sunlit corridor and the voices in the room through the stone at his back faded as the Korulian let go of the environment encompassing his senses. Invisibility wasn’t that imposing usually, but if his deception was to last and stay effective, the task was going to require all of his attention.

A thought entered his otherwise blank mind; more-so a recollection of something he had read about. There was an animal of earth that could create a similar ruse, called a chameleon. Said reptile had the ability to change its skin tone to match its surroundings…

Before this new imagery consumed his efforts, he shook the far away creature from his mind and began to summon the magic within. Fluttering eyelids threatened to open, eager to peek at the process after being squinted shut for the past few seconds. Blue and gold pupils managed to steal a sliver of the scene through a not-so-accidental break in the defense of his vision.

As he glanced down at his right arm, the glowing white rune that trailed it began to shimmer into nothingness. The flesh neighboring it followed suit, rippling out into pools of transparency that traveled up his arm and over the entirety of his body. Even his clothing changed to crystal clear as the effect ate away until nothing was left detectable.

Time allowed and audience present, he might have taken the time to gloat; but with potentially precious dialogue being lost, Rixil was quick to move with his newly acquired invisibility. His clawed toes didn’t give even the slightest of sounds as he swung elegantly into the room and proceeded to glide across the lush red carpet beneath him. Light casted from the tall arched windows danced about his figure, like flowing water mimicking his movements as he made his way across the expansive length of the chamber.

At the opposite end of the path sat the Matriarch, Queen of the castle where Rixil had resided for most of his life. Her frame was thin and tall, matching the lavish throne where she resided. Despite the large amount of illumination, her skin was icy in complexion, pale and slate-colored which contrasted greatly with her dark eyes and long, white hair that feathered out from the royal tiara on her head. Her tail fell from her perch down to the platform at her feet, much longer than his. It also appeared livelier at the given moment, twitching agitatedly as words were exchanged with the subject at her side. Rixil, recognizing the man at the platform, couldn’t recall the older fellow’s name- but he figured that inquiry might be answered with patience. The young alien paused to stand feet away from the discussion, close enough to note the detail of the Queen’s calculating eyes but far away enough to not be sensed by the vibration detecting orifices lining her neck.

“What are we to do, your majesty?” requested the Korulian at the foot of the throne, his native tongue deep and commanding. The dark orbs set in his face matched those of the Matriarch, though they seemed to hold a little less empathy.

“Give me a moment, Rhorik.” hushed the Queen, her voice cutting down any more investigations into her thoughts.

At least, that was assumed to be the result. The other room’s inhabitant was surprisingly persistent, and proceeded to talk anyway. “Do remember the prophecy. What’s to become of that?”

The prophecy; korulian words flooded into Rixil’s mind as he recalled that foci of his studies. ” Everyone shall plummet, but he who returns to the unknown.” he quoted inwardly to himself, the last line of his planet’s doom heavy on his mind. This line and the rest of the poem had been with him since he could remember… It never seemed very relevant while he was in the study practicing, but the mention of it today sent a small jitter all the way down to the tip of his tail.

The Queen gave out a long sigh, very uncharacteristically. “Of course, I would hate to surrender to our planet’s predicted demise. I just… I am unsure as to who will carry on with Ho-ihn’s research if he doesn’t return soon.”

Rixil’s breath held in his chest at the mention of his mentor. “So he is missing.” thought the Korulian, this morning’s concerns rekindled. Ho-ihn wouldn’t have purposefully stayed for an extended visit to Earth without notifying him. And this could only mean that something happened on the old being’s last trip to the alternate dimension where the blue and green planet resided.

“What about his apprentice, my liege? I know the Korulian is young, but he is a prodigy in many ways…” noted Rhorik, his large hands offering the beginnings of his proposal in a gesture.

Her Majesty was quick to cut into him again, with cold pupils and harsh whispered tone. “RHORIK.” Rixil wondered for a moment if she had taken note of his presence, but dismissed it as she continued. “Ask me to throw more of my precious scholars into peril, and I will send you to the foreign world instead.” Her voice was stern, but behind the frigid retort was a twinge of terror.

Rhorik bowed his head in apology, more-so out of respect than compliance. “We still have time to see if he returns from his dimensional excursion. I will not rush your actions.” With that, he gave another bow before swiftly turning on his heel and heading for the door. His strong gait, hinting at military background, would have sent Rixil to the floor had he not pounced out of the way of Rhorik’s path.

Not wanting to be sensed, a possibility now that the room wasn’t full of the energy and noise, Rixil stole out the door after the first Korulian. Where Rhorik took a right out of the archway, Rixil took a left, heading back towards the study. Once around the hard edge of the neighboring corridor, he let the transparent veil about him drop. It was eerie being invisible for too long, leaving the feeling of unsubstantial flesh. Looking down at his arms again, he was glad to note that the familiar runes were still there, as well as his skin.

Multiple thoughts were mulled over in the adolescent’s mind as his feet led the way back, the path in no need of consideration as he had made this walk many a time.

The Queen’s concern for him was almost endearing… Having no parents, the only two people Rixil felt remotely connected to were his mentor and the Matriarch. Although he had been raised rigorously under Ho-ihn’s firm but kind hand, it had been by the Queen’s grace that he was taken in some forty human years ago. Supposedly they had found him as a babe by the door… a happenstance that hardly occurred in Korul, but seemed to transpire too often in stories he read from earth. Right away after his adoption to the castle, his care was placed in the hands of the Korulian in charge of efforts towards preventing ‘the prophecy’.

Despite the Matriarch’s apprehension towards more of her intellectual subjects disappearing, a feeling was welling up inside Rixil. Though he would have liked to label it as a sense of duty, the main reason for the sensation was his pride. He was fluent in English, educated in the culture, and gifted with the perfect magical capabilities and guile to remain undetected on Earth. “Am I not better off using the skills I have to save my mentor rather than sitting here waiting for a Korulian who may never return?” Rixil murmured to himself, pulling the heavy door to the study open.

It was darker there amongst the books than before, the star having shifted higher in the sky since he had left. Enough light filtered into the windows yet to illuminate Rixil’s activities as he deftly danced about the room, plucking things from the tables and shelves. No more than 5 minutes went by before he had a small satchel full of odd-end objects. However, the bag did not contain one crucial item. At that thought, the blonde Korulian’s eyes darted to the wall past the tiered bookshelves ribbing the room. Passing each one without a second glance, he found himself at the door to His and Ho-ihn’s living quarters. Slipping into the room, Rixil went straight for a small dresser in the small accommodations, ushering the top drawer open. Inside laid a parcel wrapped in drab cloth. There was no hesitation as he removed the lone content from its confines, ever so gently unraveling the bondages. With the wrapper peeled away, the object seemed to come alive. It was an ornate orb of metal and magic, transparent in most places allowing the adolescent to peer into the inner-workings on the device.

Ho-ihn had told Rixil of the artifact years ago… where to look for it if his student needed its power, what the object would do if used correctly, and what might happen if the contraption was abused.

The small purple sphere was a legacy of Ho-ihn; it could teleport the operator to any specified dimension. Limited to three uses, the immense amount of magic within made the article hum in the apprentice’s grasp. Even the vibration sensory holes on his neck line could sense the quivering object.

Rixil wasn’t sure how long it had taken his mentor to make the gadget- but he was sure that Ho-ihn wouldn’t be too angry with him if its use went to saving the old Korulian’s life.

With his conscious cleared, the Korulian readied himself, spreading his legs slightly with tail poised. He had been told that gravity on Earth was a lot less of a burden than it was on Korul, but this stance was sure to keep him steady either way. Shutting out the world as he often did when concentrating on his own magic, Rixil closed his eyes and imagined firstly the planet he wanted to land on. Blue oceans and green land masses came to mind. Zooming in on his mental view, he found North America, going further into the Midwest area with his inner eye. A face he had been studying for years took place of the globe. Caring eyes, with a strong will beneath their glassy surface. Whispering, the Korulian relayed he course verbally. “Earth. North America. Midwest.” Enchanted runes burst from the air around his middle, a mass of golden rings that teetered and turned. Spreading themselves thinner, the circular glyphs created a column of light encasing Rixil. Keeping his eyes shut tight, not moving a muscle, the last words needed fell from his lips. “Darren Taylor. Epoch.”

And with that, a flash of light filled the room. When it disappeared, Rixil was gone.

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Skills:
Cast Illusion – (Alpha Class – 1/10)
Light Constructs – (Novice Class – 2/10)
Light Speed – (Novice Class – 0/10)
Laser Beam – (Novice Class – 0/10)