A teaser · 5:13pm Apr 19th, 2017
The dark, sacred night brought relief from the harsh, unforgiving light of day. Dim had slept a little, his dreams troubled, he had dreamed of Darling. His rented room was adequate for paupers and maybe unlikeable scullery maids. Somehow, he made do in these deplorable conditions. His pale brown clay hash pipe hung from his lips, and curls of smoke rose from his nostrils while he gazed out of his narrow window.
Soon, he would go into the night and begin sorting out the mysterious zebra problem.
His tongue was still bitter from the peyote button, but that was a small price to pay for the relief it brought him and his achy joints. His heightened senses began to awaken, colours seemed far more vivid now in the faint light offered by the candle on the table, and he could feel his connection to magic growing stronger, weaving, intermingling. With the peyote he could tap into the mystic, primal energies of these backwater isles, with their strange, curious magic held down deep in the chalk and the salt. This wasn’t like Equestrian magic, no, this had a different feel to it, it was harder to channel.
Oh, there was regular magic here as well, the common magic found everywhere, but Dim was far more intrigued by the wellsprings of magic that could be found down in the chalk and the salt. His blood warmed as he inhaled, filling his lungs with hashish smoke. The shaking was gone now, his body had calmed and was still once more.
There were henges here in places where the ley lines intersected, focal points for magic. Dim had visited several and had tried many different altered states to connect to them. Once he was attuned, once he had found the right frequency, he began the dangerous work of drawing from these ancient wells of magic, a hazardous, but necessary practice.
This was a harsh, unforgiving land, every bit as brutal as the Equestrian wilderness that he had read stories about. Survival here was difficult, the land was dangerous, and stepping outside of civilisation was taking your life into your own hooves. But, this was a good land, an ideal land, it was a land where he could put all of his years of study, all of his years of theory, he would put all of what he had learned into practice and refine his art.
Harsh Winter, wizard for hire, he had already gained quite a reputation as a powerful, dangerous wizard. Dangerous, destructive magics were his speciality, but also common, more mundane tasks. Swimmy headed, his mind now down in the chalk, he could feel the blood pumping through every vessel in his body, he could feel sweat beading on every pore that existed on his body, and he was aware of every single hair follicle sprouting from his skin.
It was getting easier and his body was no longer outright rejecting the strange magic.
Closing his eyes, he reached out, lifted the paper from the nearby table, and began to read, a curious trick indeed. His fine, sensitive telekinesis allowed him to ‘feel’ the ink in contrast to the paper, which meant that he could read in total, complete, consuming darkness. His foalhood had been spent consuming books in this manner; he had become so good at it that he didn’t need to feel out one letter at a time, but with a touch of his telekinesis, he could read entire pages by touch alone, allowing him to digest a tremendous amount of knowledge in mere moments.
After a bit of relaxing reading, it would be time to begin his work.
Mang, shit is getting weird. And when things turn weird, the weird turn pro.
Interesting. Does that accessibility in Equestria have to do with both a certain druid mother and a certain alicorn of magic?
4502040
No, it's just easier to access. It's all about wavelength and frequency.
4502045
Makes sense. Thank you.