trans_9 | Spellcraft? Or Knowledge (arcana)? Who knows? [Open]

"But I fear getting hurt, Celena," he said, quite candidly, as he turned.

"Now then, this will require four steps, and if you can see any differences, I would be glad to hear of them." He gestured to two different pieces of rubble, each of which had an identical twin next to them. "The two in front are real, brought from the City. The two in back are replicas created by the sensorium. I will apply a disintegrate (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/disintegrate.htm) spell to the lefthand one, then its replica, then simulate the spell on the right-hand one and its replica."

So saying, he put actions to word; in sequence, a beam of light lanced from his finger four times, each bolt strike and evaporating one of the blocks.

Celena dipped her head lightly at that, a reasonable reason as any, she would let the subject drop if he wished.

She watched on with interest as he described what he was to do, noting the two pieces of rubble and their duplicates. Her eyes taking on a soft glow as she viewed the scene through her true sight, "Ready when you are," she would comment once he'd finish speaking.

With careful eyes she observed the way his magic worked both in the visible sense and in the flows of energy as he cast, watching each spell cast and simulated consume the boulders and their respective replica's. "Hmm, interesting, there was no visible difference whatsoever between the simulated spell and your cast spell, even in the appearance of the flows of magic,"

"It's awkward enough flirting with elven girls," he muttered after a moment. "I certainly would never have expected to find a personality I really liked in a dragon..."

He shook his head a bit irritably, as if to clear it. "I agree with your assessment. In all cases it appeared identical. That, however, was a relatively small-scale effect."

He dissolved one wall of his simulated laboratory, opening to view a wide green field that certainly shouldn't have existed outside of a tower.

"This next spell is an illusion itself, which will make this field change in appearance -- probably to a forest, for no reason but aesthetics. The questions are, will the spell affect this simulation, and will its duplicate be able to precisely replicate it, or will it appear differently?"

Celena cast a gaze his way at his muttering, flirting with elven girls? She watched him with great curiosity for the moment while he was looking away, he thought of her in that way? She had to admit though she did have great interest and a growing liking of the Elven wizard herself, not knowing though if he had intended for her to hear his words she didn't comment, and gave a reassuring smile.

Watching on with interest though as he spoke and dissolved one of the walls of the tower, an illusion? That took her interest all the more, illusions after all were among her specialties. "A fine question indeed, we shall see how the sensorium interprets the illusion, if it can construct an illusion within an illusion or will that level of thing cause differences..I am ready to observe when you are ready to cast,"

"I do warn you, this will take a moment."

Without further preamble, he began the casting of a Hallucinatory Terrain (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/hallucinatoryTerrain.htm) spell. He was, in a sense, showing off -- the spell took a full ten minutes to cast, allowing Celena an excellent perspective on the entire process of the spell. Hand gestures, spoken words, the manipulation of a stone, a twig, and a leaf -- he put care and precision into each moment of the casting.

At last, the magical energies took shape and spread out over the green grasslands, creating a vast illusion of forest, right down to the most intricate of details.

Celena dipped her head, "That is fine,take as long as you need," she replied easily before letting him begin.

Once more she drew on all of her senses, her 'true sight' among them as she observed every second of the casting of the spell. Taking in every careful and precise motion, every word of the spell, every motion of the energy that the spell would shape. She couldn't help but be impressed by the care and precision put into to the casting of the spell.

Finally once the magics were released and the illusion formed she padded towards it, taking it in with her normal senses before viewing the magic of the illusion through her true sight and the sheer extent of it, and the intricacy of the detail involved, "Impressive," she would say softly almost to herself before she would look back to him.

"I thank you for the compliment," he said with a bow, pleased to have had it from someone whose magical opinion he value. "I -- no, never mind, you already know it's an illusion. Foolish question." He chuckled, shaking his head at his own folly.

"Well, then. The curious thing is, I could probably replicate the spell in a fraction of the time by simply commanding the sensorium to unleash the shaped effect. I think I will make that attempt first, on the assumption that it is more likely to have a flaw or error in it than a perfectly duplicated spell."

So saying, he dismissed the illusion with a wave of his hand, then promptly resummoned it just as he had described.

Celena gave a warm smile as she looked to him, dipping her head in turn, "Most welcome," she replied easily and warmly, tilting her head everso slightly as he went on before chuckling lightly herself.

Pondering a moment as he spoke, "Indeed, as long as one knows the intended effect it should be possible to summon it up with perhaps less time than the original," she commented as she watched on with interest as the illusion was dismissed and then resummoned as part of the sensoriums.

Approaching it once more she looked over it in some detail, looking for any sign of errors and differences compared to the actually cast spell.

"Well," Aibghalien said, after several moments of careful scrutiny from both in and above the illusion. "I don't see any difference. I wonder. Is it actually generating an illusion over its own illusion? Or has it simply replaced its initial conjuration with this, with a magical aura overlying it?"

He considered that, frowning. "I cannot devise a test that would distinguish the distance, however. Well then. If illusions are unenlightening, perhaps transmu--"

He paused mid-word, looking at his companion, then suddenly turned red enough that he had to turn away busy himself with dispelling the illusion, taking much longer than it really seemed it ought to.

"Likewise, in both the illusion and the aura of it I can distinguish no difference," She replied in turn after a moment, dipping her head before looking over to him thoughtfully, she too considering how the Sensorium worked.

Celena looked to him as he spoke, nodding softly before blinking suddenly at his abrupt cut off in sentence, "Transmutation?" she completed to herself almost out of habit tilting her head lightly, catching a brief glimpse of his reddening face as he turned to dispel illusion.

Watching him with curiosity for a moment, wondering just what he'd been thinking as to the matter of transmutation that had caused him to cut off so abruptly. Though she gave him a bit of space while he took his time dispelling the illusion.

"Are you capable of polymorphing yourself?" he finally managed to ask as he turned back to her. "That is to say, assuming a dramatically different physical form? Because it strikes me as an effect that would be dramatically different if performed by the sensorium. I had planned to test it, but it would be easier if I had another person to both observe a transformation of, and observe my own transformation."

"Many of my kind can indeed do so, merely another use of our energies, however it is not a skill I have yet mastered," She would reply after a moment, "In time perhaps though, and through experimentation I would not imagine it to be impossible to pick up,"

"Such a dramatic change though could indeed prove to be that could put pressure on the sensorium's,"

"Well, then," the wizard said. "Would you consent to allow me to cast such a spell on you?"

Celena thought a moment before nodding, "I would, you may cast such a spell on me," She replied easily, quite curious as to such a spell, indeed perhaps it could give her a greater understanding as to the workings of such things.

"Well, in ordinary cases the determination of the final form would be set by the caster," he said. "However, if you were to conjure the form you'd wish to take as a sensorium image, I would make the effort to duplicate it. There are almost no limitations," he added with a grin, "but I suggest an animal form, preferably with eyes, and ideally sentient. It should have no effect on your magical abilities, but you will assume the physical characteristics of the form in question entirely, and I rather suspect becoming a rock would not be pleasant."

Celena pondered a moment, an animal form, and sentient? So many choices among the vast array of creatures she had come across in the past. Thinking on one of the many large cats she had come across on the surface of her world she nodded to herself and summoned for the image of a leopard before her, "Perhaps this for the first test of such a spell, somewhat more pleasant than a rock I would imagine,"

"Well, barring it being within the scope of your magic, you will lose a voice, so when you are ready to turn back, tap your forepaw three times against the floor and I'll dismiss it. Otherwise it will last about twenty minutes."

So saying, he drew forth an empty cocoon from one of his pouches, spoke a few words, and gently (if a little shyly) touched her with an extended hand to complete the casting of Polymorph (http://www.d20srd.org/srd/spells/polymorph.htm).

"I shall keep that in mind, though I do have another manner of communication," She replied easily with a dip of her head to indicate she was ready.

She watched on with great interest as he cast the spell, before she felt the change sweep over her as he completed it, taking particular note of the feel of the magic that changed her, shrunk her down a good deal down to the form of a leopard. Peering over herself as she took a moment to get used to the form, padding slowly around a bit before returning to stand before him, reaching out with telepathy as her voice spoke into his mind "Very interesting indeed,"

Ah ha. Naturally! He shouldn't have been surprised at all that this was within her powers.

"It's a surprisingly versatile spell," he said. "Any number of forms are possible. The duration isn't long, but I know a more advance one that could put you in an alternate form for any amount of time, for example."

Celena peered over her form once more, stretching out as she got a feel for the range of movements capable by the form, even jumping up onto one of the simulated and unused tables about the lab.

"Very much so, the ability to easily alter one's size shape and form is a useful thing indeed," She replied after a moment after looking over her form with that hint of a glow to her feline eyes before she cast her gaze back over to Aibghalien, "Oh indeed?" tilting her head with interest as to his other spell.

"Yes. It is actually capable of transforming any object into virtually anything else. That spell I could use to transform a rock into a dragon -- or vice versa. If I had used it to transform you into that form you are in now, it would have last weeks, or until it was dispelled."

He stepped to a more clear area of the lab. "Now then, I suppose I ought to transform myself, so you can watch the process. Will you forgive me if I show off, just a bit?"

"Certainly a greatly versatile if not powerful spell to be able to form a dragon out of a rock," She dipped her head at that in a nod, a spell that could do that, indeed that would be quite the useful spell indeed.

Celena gave something akin to a chuckle, or the best she could in her feline form, "Of course, feel free to," She replied with a hint of amusement in her tone as her eyes once more took on that soft glow as she watched him, a dip of her head as a signal that she was ready when he was.

He spoke the words to the spell once more, this time merely indicating himself -- and a moment later, rather than an elf, before her stood a dragon. He had, after all, used her for a template, and so he was of comparable size and comparably marked as well, though no inherent magic shone within him.

He craned his neck, looking over himself curiously. "Well, this is different, isn't it? This is probably where you tell me I've made some grievous mistake in sexual dimorphism, though."

Celena watched on with quite the bit of interest as he worked the spell once more this time on himself, watching every bit of the magic as she could as he changed. Showing off indeed, a dragon, one not unlike herself. Jumping down from the table she walked around him, observing his form. He was not unlike her in body and shape, though the markings that covered his form were purely decorative unlike her own. "Not bad," she commented playfully, a hint of a grin in her tone.

At his comment she couldn't help but smirk in her mind even if her feline features couldn't replicate it, seeming to look thoughtful as she walked around him once more, "Different indeed, and fortunately not, you're male still," She replied after with a chuckle.

"Well, that much I was sure of," he said, pleased that she approved. "No horns I shouldn't have that I do, or vice versa?"

He watched her circle round till he got a little dizzy from a neck that turned far further than seemed proper. Blinking, he shook his head as he brought it back to center. "This would take some getting used to. Maybe sometime I should really show off for you."

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