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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Matthan" data-source="post: 6775037" data-attributes="member: 20005">Daedarai awoke after four hours with his body rested, but his mind still troubled.  We nearly lost Shen.  We nearly lost everyone.  I wasn't prepared enough.  I wasn't ready for magic.  Bethriele had tried to train him for this.  He remembered the weeks of rote repetition of the magical forms and incantations.  The spells were seared into his mind, but he never had the strength to conjure up anything more than his little cantrip.  He had been content with magic as a toy while others were making it their weapon.  A fire smoldered in his belly.  No more.  If a barking animal can use magic, so can I.He remembered one spell that his old teacher had tried to drill into him.  It summoned and bound a magical helper to the caster.  She said that it could help discipline his training.  It could teach him to be stronger.  Everytime that he had tried to cast the spell back then it had fizzled.  He remembered Bethriele screaming at him that he didn't want it enough.  I want it now.  I can't keep failing my team.  I won't.Jumping out of bed and pulling on his clothes, he walked to the guild fence.  He wasn't sure of the exact hour, but he knew the guild always kept a man available for trade and that the fence would have the basics he needed.  Nodding to the halfling woman behind the counter, he laid out his list and waited a few moments for her to gather the items.  As he counted out the coins, he was mentally reviewing the ritual.  Every syllable and finger bend was firmly implanted in his mind.  Heading back to the room, he began immediately.An hour passed before he said the final words, the components in the brazier blazed white hot for a brilliant moment as Daedarai pushed his will towards the bowl.  In a flash, the coals were gone and the brazier was cool to the touch.  Perched inside the bowl was a black owl.  Its head turned to the side in an unnerving manner so that its eyes were vertical over one another.  Looking directly at the elf, it spoke in his mind, “My name is Sullo'rhea.  How may I serve you, master?”  A grin snuck its way onto his face as he responded back in his mind, “I need to be stronger.”Hours passed as the familiar guided him to further focus and refine his will.  Old lessons returned quickly to mind as Daedarai finally found the ability to push the magic to his purposes.  With a few gestures and words, an invisible hand carried his waterskin to him through the air as he sat within an illusory pillar of smoke that hid him from view.  He would be ready next time.[SBLOCK=OOC]Training Montage!  I'm tweaking the familiar to help explain where his spells are going to be learned from.  That's a little lampshading for me to warrant suddenly knowing new spells as I level.  They're coming from the magical being from the celestial planes that I bound to me and gave corporeal form for that purpose.  Hopefully, that works for everyone.The shopping trip bought the ingredients for the Find Familiar spell (10 gp worth) and a component pouch (25 gp) for my other spellcasting.[/SBLOCK]</blockquote>

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