"Oh, sometimes the infusion of the ward can be equally unpleasant. Glad you took to it so well. Must be some magicks already stirring in your chest. Does this sound accurate?" He might be curious now! He didn't take the tall fellow to be magically inclined, but you learn something new and exciting everyday!
The door seems to have surrendered a suitable spot for installation of the ward, based on how Naugus gives it one last tap and then grins. The ward is held nearer now as the wizard braces his hand against it. The process produces sparks and a loud FZZZZT, as well as the curious smell of ozone. The way Naugus has to set his elbow and slowly push the ward against the surface of the door, it seems this is a process of forcing something to fit where it otherwise wouldn't. Wedging it into a spot that was already meticulously organized. Soldering something foreign onto a piece of art.
Ixis Naugus, however, grins the whole while the process is underway. And when he's done, he steps back to look at his work. There's smoke rising from the angrily glowing ward, the symbols and lines pulsing with arcane heat. Over time, they fade, and look as though they were never there. Except for the acrid smoke and the smell of an oncoming thunderstorm still hanging in the air, of course.
We'll have to run another event someday to top that one. B] THIS IS MY BELIEF
The door seems to have surrendered a suitable spot for installation of the ward, based on how Naugus gives it one last tap and then grins. The ward is held nearer now as the wizard braces his hand against it. The process produces sparks and a loud FZZZZT, as well as the curious smell of ozone. The way Naugus has to set his elbow and slowly push the ward against the surface of the door, it seems this is a process of forcing something to fit where it otherwise wouldn't. Wedging it into a spot that was already meticulously organized. Soldering something foreign onto a piece of art.
Ixis Naugus, however, grins the whole while the process is underway. And when he's done, he steps back to look at his work. There's smoke rising from the angrily glowing ward, the symbols and lines pulsing with arcane heat. Over time, they fade, and look as though they were never there. Except for the acrid smoke and the smell of an oncoming thunderstorm still hanging in the air, of course.