Sorcerer Rogier

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"Inside you...?" Lark looked at Rogier a little more closely than he had been, reminded how little he knows of this man. Lark's focus was so strongly on recovering his kids that the usual consideration he'd give to another being was getting mostly lost. Lark would have to rectify that later.

Lark nodded, controlling his breathing and thinking through it. He reached out to organize the objects more precisely, probably more precisely than needed, but his brain needed them to be perfectly angled in just the right way. Everything set just-so. "I'll uh...start with Goose." Seemed a little easier to focus on just one, and he wanted to make sure she was okay. He removed Duck and Raven's objects, again making sure what was left was just right.

Okay. He touched the stone directly one more time, soaking in the memory of holding a sleeping kitten. Okay.

It wasn't initially working. When he first started to try the spell, he found himself pushing more power into the stone, causing it to glow a little brighter. That was something he'd practiced, just transferring magic from himself into the stone. He bit his lip and worked on finessing his focus, less on the rock and more on the mirror. The stone is like...a remote. You're turning on the mirror. The mirror will show you Goose.

After a bit of focus, that was exactly what started to happen. Goose appeared, in cat form, walking behind some buildings. The image was clear and focused, but more like a series of snapshots than a perfect continuous feed. Juggling his focus between channeling the spell and actually viewing it was difficult, and after a few fleeting moments watching Goose jump onto a windowsill, the image cut out. "Fuck!"

He blinked a few times, shaking out his wrists. Tiny points of light were floating in his vision, and the stone was visibly dimmer, but not gone out. Maybe it WAS viable, if he just pushed a little harder. "I'm trying again."

Unintentionally, with his lack of control, he was starting to form a thin aura of emotion projected around him. Anxiety paired with stubborn as hell determination.

He's going to make this work.

Of course, the magic leakage probably wasn't helping him any with the flow of power.

"Something to explain at a later date," Rogier offered. He patiently watched as Lark attempted the spell, ready to intervene if things turned south quickly. While the quartz wasn't glintstone, he was never one to keep his guard down around magic.

So far so good, however, at least at the start.

When Lark was about to start again, Rogier reached out. "Wait, you shouldn't push yourself like that-" The aura made him flinch some, a bead of sweat on his tanned brow. Grimacing, he went to finally set his hand on Lark's shoulder as the magic whipped around them.

"Lark, you need to stop. Let me take it from here - we can go back and forth - there's no reason for you to try to hurt yourself! It does none of your children any good!"

is the glintstone inside you like a kidney stone? can it shatter and kill you? or make it burn when you pee?

...

N-no. It's nothing like that! It's a primal glinstone. A method used long ago, a nearly forgotten practice by now. One would cut open their chest and place it inside to fuse with their heart and very being. This would, in theory, put our soul inside it. If our body died, if one would put the primal glinstone inside another body, a sorcerer would then live as if that body were their own.

It also works as a never ending mana battery!

#Anonymous

"I- uh..." Lark turned the stone in his hands, touching it just a little to soak back in some of the feeling, both comforting and endlessly sad in the circumstances. "...got it from a friend."

That was a straight-up lie that he would not be able to back up later. One lie he was going to pile with others in short measure. Whatever it takes to prevent Rogier from telling Lark he couldn't do it.

Merlin wasn't worried about Lark's inner magic, from what Lark understood. He was worried that Lark was engaging in dangerous experiments with magic he didn't understand. And he was probably right. Lark made that stone just by pumping it full of his own magic, with the feeling he got when he held one of his kids when they were tiny. Merlin was concerned he was excising emotions, and might…fuck himself up permanently.

Chances are he'll completely drain the stone trying to use it for this, and the thought of wasting it...hurt, but...he didn't actually intend to use THIS as his source of power. He had something a lot more powerful, but he wasn't going to go get that until he'd tested this out with something smaller. Smaller, and...less...concerning.

So Lark nodded. Sure, let’s pretend that’s what Merlin was worried about. And let’s pretend I really think this will work with this particular stone. Which…who knows, maybe it IS powerful enough. The power of love or whatever. Maybe it’ll work.

“So…uh, is the idea that…I’m channeling a little magic into this, and that’ll carry through…? I’m not pulling power from the stone, I’m pushing it through, like a…lens, or a…blowgun? Right?” Lark needed a little bit of visualization guidance. It didn’t have to be literal, just had to sort of be a pattern his mind could latch onto.

The sorcerer watched him, leaning a bit on his staff-cane as he grasped the the handle on its side. He didn't suspect Lark was lying about anything, but he did wonder what was going on in the others head that seemed to have him hesitating about the quartz.

"Well, yes and no. With Glintstone it's usually a mix of both, but mostly channeling the magic within the stone itself to cast. In your case, however, you could do it the way you described. Essentially it is how I would be doing it from the primal glintstone inside me, really."

Rogier pointed at the mirror. "Now what you would need to do is focus intention into the mirror, drawing power from the objects around it. Since you have a closer link to the individuals, you can even create a stronger spell by picturing them inside your mind. That could strengthen the visual inside the mirror."

Guilt did worm into Lark's heart the more Rogier coughed, but he felt in this moment that just...finding away to uninvolve Rogier in the scrying might be the best thing for him. Just stop asking him for help and then he'll be better. It's fine.

The doubting piled right in with the self-doubt Lark gained from Merlin. It was a big steaming pile of negativity to associate with doing magic himself, warring with his fear of losing his kids. He shrank back a little, arms crossing and claws digging into his own arms. "A catalyst? I'm...a cat, does that count? Ha ha ha." The most putrid forced laughter you'll ever hear from him, a lot of bitterness baked in.

He bit his tongue, looking around like he'd find a solution- not actually searching the room, just trying to think- don't fucking say no because Lark is too...weak, or...not serious enough, or not...fucking...cut out for this. Just- "Is that just a power source? Stored magic? Like this?" He pulled a cloth-wrapped stone out of his pocket, a small piece of quartz that had a subtle glow. Touching it brought the warm feeling of holding a tiny, fragile kitten.

#beyond the lands between;#sweetandsoursaws

Lark's joke-pun earned a rueful half smirk and a slight tilt of his head, brows creased. He was ready to explain that he would be fine, that Lark need not worry himself with casting, but then his eyes widened with interest at the piece of quartz that just so happened to contain a bit of glow inside.

"More or less, yes. Interesting - where did you come across this?" He went to touch it, wondering how similar it might be to glintstone in nature. Probably didn't come from the stars themselves, but if it indeed had magic inside...

"If Merlin is worried about your inner magic, casting magic that comes from a different source like this is certainly safer in theory. It is how glintstone sorcery works where I am from. Normally I'd help you put this into a staff of your own, but we don't have the time for that. Concentrating with this in hand, with the cloth as mediator, should be safe enough."

When the spell started to flicker, Lark first dug his claws in deeper, before he realized what he was doing and quickly snatched his hand away.

No, no, no! Lark muttered a curse under his breath when the spell ended again. He set the mirror down and ran his hands over his hair and ears, pushing them back roughly. “I don’t know, I don’t know! For- for all we know, she could be fucking selling them!”

Did he really believe that? P..robably not. Taika knows Devang is a force to be reckoned with, and wouldn’t let that slide when she got back. Not to mention a whole slew of other people on Lark’s side at this point. Taika would have to full on disappear with the money if that was the goal. Which…she could, with Falcata’s help. But-

Lark shook his head again, and looked at Rogier as he finally registered the coughing. Frustration grit his teeth, and he bit back the desire to ask when he could do it again. Instead, he picked set down the mirror, placing both hands on the edge of the desk with barely restrained claws.

“Tell me how to do it.”

#beyond the lands between;#sweetandsoursaws

Once his coughing fit was over and he was able to breathe without too much discomfort biting into his chest, he studied Lark first with curiosity and then with worry. "I don't know if that - do you have a catalyst?" He had taught Miles a bit of magic when using glintstone as a source, but he didn't know Lark's abilities - did remember him mentioning that Merlin suggested Lark not to use magic.

Still, he ran a hand down his face, sighing. He hoped that whatever was going on in that room, with that stranger, wasn't so nefarious. But he knew how dangerous the world was, no matter the universe.

"I've only been able to channel it through my use of glintstone. I'm unsure if I can translate that well for you to understand. It can be volatile and dangerous."

Lark didn’t notice the look Rogier gave him, still gripping his shoulder as the door swung open.

Lark wasn’t surprised by what he saw, but he didn’t know whether to feel disappointed, or relieved, or… “It’s Taika. And…” Lark’s claws dug into Rogier’s shoulder. That’s not Falcata. He expected Falcata! The new person was MUCH shorter than Fal, not to mention covered in fur, patterned with rosettes. “Who…?”

The sharp claws digging into his shoulder were certainly one way to get the spell to start flickering out, and the sudden urge for Rogier to start coughing up a lung.

But information gathered - Taika - and some stranger for both of them. Rogier had managed to have a look in the mirror before the spell ended, turning his face away to cough into his hand with a grimace. Chest really rattling with that. Ow.

Did he taste a little bit of blood there? Eugh. He went to sit down and cringed. "Sorry - that was as long as I could hold it. You really didn't know who that other person was?" His brows furrowed. "Perhaps they are holding them hostage."

Lark glanced at Rogier at his question, then looked back at the bag. Probably just a chain. Petsmart wouldn’t be that helpful, but at least it’d narrow down to a country (Petsmart is an American brand, right?). He perked up with a touch of hope though when he caught the name. “Ren’s Pets. Established 1975.”

He took another look around the room for Goose, and shook his head, heart wrenching. “N..no, Goose isn’t there.”

Still turning to take in the whole room, Lark grabbed Rogier’s shoulder with one hand urgently. “The door is opening!!” Don’t you DARE drop that spell, he will be SO PISSED if you lose it right the fuck now, AGAIN.

That was something to look up, then. Deflated a little when Goose wasn't there, but he was more startled by the shoulder grab that nearly ended his concentration. He shot Lark a look right back. Better not shake him!

But that was good news. Surely they still had a few seconds or more left to at least see a face. Pushed a little more with his inner focus, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest it brought. If he didn't push himself, he wouldn't learn his true limits, after all.

And there were kids on the line. Such a foreign concept in the Lands Between after the Shattering. Children existing at all anymore. Coming to this land and witnessing life as it should be, with both life and death renewed, he had to repay it somehow. What better way than rescuing the very symbol of new generations?

Honestly, the study-like quality of the room was reassuring. It gave Rogier some credibility and made this feel more like a place to get shit done.

Lark nodded to Rogier’s words, picking up the mirror when directed. He bit his lip when he saw them. “Still in the same room. Don’t- don’t eat that!” They can’t hear you, Lark. He shook his head and clarified for Rogier’s sake. “Duck caught a bug.” It was fine. Wouldn’t hurt him.

“There’s a bag on the floor now…” Lark moved the mirror closer to the floor, trying to get a good look at it. It’s the only new thing, a crinkled plastic bag with a logo on the side, which Lark ignored in favor of checking the contents. “It’s a shopping bag. It has some canned cat food inside.” Demeaning, but…ugh, they’ll probably love it. At least somebody INTENDS to feed them.

Rogier kept his focus on the spell but took in what Lark was saying. "Does the grocery bag show where it's from? Maybe that could give us some idea of how close they could be to the store or...something."

Probably not the best idea, but with it being the only current thing to go off of - "Is Goose with them now?" If all three were present, that could make finding them a little easier.

Lark’s fur was disheveled, leaves and twigs sticking out here and there, and lightly crusted with salt under his eyes. He shook his head, initially unwilling to speak past the lump in his throat, but he took a breath and cleared it. “She was there, but…”

Nope, couldn’t explain further. He held out the three objects. We need to do this again.

Rogier creased his brows in sympathy and nodded quietly, moving out of the way for Lark to enter his room which looked more like a study than a place where he slept. But there WAS a bed there!

This time he would set the mirror on the desk, placing the objects around it. The staff glowed as he cast the spell, ignoring the slight pang in his chest. Perhaps the glintstone was still having some issue getting used to this sort of spell, but he was fine. The pain was mostly chronic, anyway. Came with having one's heart (or soul, one might argue) replaced with a crystal from the stars, he imagined.

"Let's try this again." A little more confident this time. Getting plenty of practice with this, all things considered. He nodded for Lark to take the mirror once more.

Good news was not to follow.

Lark got home some hours later, no children in hand. He'd climbed a lot of trees and done a lot of yelling, so he was tired, voice just a touch hoarse when he got home and looked for Rogier. "Hey- hey uh....Rodge." Process of elimination knocked on the man's door, if he wasn't already in the main room.

It took Rogier a moment to answer, having been absorbed in current note taking. Couldn't really take the scholar out of him, even if he became a spellblade. When he heard the knocking followed by the nickname he was certainly not used to, he finally looked up.

"Oh - coming!" He stood to open the door, expecting to see a far more happier Lark with the kits - but that did not look to be the case. He glanced around as if they might just be crawling on the floor...

"No luck?"

"I- okay. Okay, that's fine." Lark bit back his frustration, sitting down again and fidgeting for the whole wait.

When Rogier lifted the staff again, Lark was back at attention, leaning over the mirror until he could see in it again. He snatched it back up, heart beating fast. "I see her! She's outside! There's grass, trees..." He leapt to his feet again. "I know where this is!"

He slapped the mirror to the floor and ran out the room, down the stairs in a flash. Rogier would have to receive his thanks later. Assuming Lark wasn't jumping the gun and wouldn't need to ask for his services again, which he very well might. After all, he'd already forgotten the clearly different timezone the other two kittens were in.

#sweetandsoursaws #sounds good!#beyond the lands between;

Finally, some good news! Rogier caught the mirror before it might accidentally shatter, tsking a little but hardly blaming Lark for bounding off to find his daughter.

In the meantime, he would pocket the mirror and go make himself some tea to further energize himself. While his magic was plentiful, he still needed to tend to himself and stay focused in case he was needed again.

Hopefully all good news to follow. He was glad to have helped.

"But- but that's not enough! I can't tell where they are!" Lark was quickly frantic, trying to just find SOMETHING notable- "The door is opening- fuck!" The door only opened a crack before the spell ceased. Lark's tail lashed and he turned quickly back to Rogier, putting the mirror back down. Do it again!! Anxiety rising when Rogier said he had to wait.

They had to fucking wait, and the door was opening...but they didn't even know ANYTHING about where Goose was. So- so it just made sense to check on Goose next. He had to know she was okay.

Okay. Alright. He took a deep breath and nodded. "Yeah, Goose. Um- this is hers." He pointed out the bottle cap. She liked to play with trash. Little gremlin.

The fact the spell ended just as the door was opening was just the kicker, wasn't it? Rogier huffed at his own spell work, wishing he had more skill in holding onto non-combat abilities for longer. But if the children hadn't been harmed yet, it was unlikely they would be at this moment.

He'd like to think so, in any case.

Rogier placed the mirror back on the floor and removed the other objects so the bottle cap was the primary focus. "Alright. Luckily, despite my novice abilities with this spell, I have an unlimited well of magic inside me. We can keep trying until we get something substantial, with a few minutes in between. Think of it as annoying commercial breaks," he said with a sigh.

He picked up his staff after he was sure the time was right to re-cast, and he tried the spell again. Calm breaths. Concentration. They needed to find this child, and whoever was responsible. Even a road sign would be nice.

The glow started up once more, the mirror flickering as an image formed once more. He nodded at Lark to use it.

Lark sat nearby anxiously, as much as he wanted to pace around and fucking...run outside and search the world. His fingers fiddled together, picking at whiskers, until the mirror changed. He looked at Rogier questioningly, then fumblingly snatched it up when prompted, leaning in close. Please, please, please show him something helpful.

Lark immediately jumped to his feet when he looked into it. "I see them! Duck and Raven- " Lark anxiously turned as he noticed the view changed as he moved the mirror, searching the scene. Where's Goose? Where the fuck is Goose? He took a good few seconds before he remembered to say what he could see. "Duck and Raven are there, but nobody else. It's- it's just an empty room with a couple sleeping bags."

An empty, dingy looking room. It's okay. The kittens were curled up on a single sleeping bag, looking no worse for wear. Just...just two of them, though. "There's no light coming through the curtains, so- so it's not here. But- but they're alone, and there's no- and Goose isn't there, where's Goose?" He turned the mirror again and started walking with his eyes locked to the surface, like maybe he could just...clip through the door and look on the other side??

#sweetandaoursaws #beyond the lands between;

Rogier listened as Lark described it. He didn't move from his spot in fear of losing grip on the spell, but he did look concerned at the description of the place - if only because the children were alone with no clear identifying markers. And one was missing?

He could feel the spell slipping from his fingers and he grimaced. "I don't think I can cast it for much longer." And soon enough, the glow of his staff faded and the mirror returned to normal. Rogier, thankfully, didn't look worse for wear but he set his staff down all the same.

"You said, ah, Goose, was it? Wasn't there? I can try to focus on just Goose next, but it might take a few minutes to power up the spell again."

Lark sighed and rubbed his face again, shaking his head at the apology. "It's- it's fine. I could've talked to you. Just- three kids is...is a lot."

Maybe it'd be better if you didn't find them again.

Lark dug his claws tight into his palms and crossed his arms, nodding vigorously. "Yeah- y-yeah I can- fuck, they have all kinds of stuff. They have a whole playroom."

A playroom Devang just had built for them. They JUST got big enough to properly enjoy it.

Lark lead the way upstairs and into the playroom; strewn with toys, both cat toys and normal children's toys. He picked up a catnip mouse, a small fuzzy blanket, and a plastic soda bottle cap.

He swallowed hard before holding them out. "These are some of their favorite things."

"I can only imagine," Rogier said with sympathy. He didn't hold it against Lark any. Nodding, he followed after Lark into the playroom.

"Yes, these should do nicely!" He went to sit down on the floor, pulling out a handheld mirror. He put the objects around the mirror, holding up his staff as the glintstone at the tip began to glow.

Rogier did his best to concentrate, the mirror and the objects both glowing with a blue, crystalline hue before an image began to surface on the mirror. He motioned to Lark.

"You can pick it up and have a look, tell me what you see. I'll try to hold the spell for as long as I can."

“No! No. I haven’t seen Sinswyn, and I don’t know you.” Lark was hit by a wave of distrust to go with everything else. There are a lot of people in this house he barely knows. But Devang trusts them, so…but Devang isn’t always right! And Devang isn’t HERE. Why isn’t Devang here! If she’d been here, this wouldn’t have happened!

Lark rubbed hands over his face a few times, taking a deep breath. Okay. Rogier is being nice. He wants to help. Or he’s a liar and he stole your kids and this is an elaborate plot- no, no, he wants to help.

How did this happen. So many people around. “…I was asleep all day.” He just accepted the quiet and slept. Didn’t obey the parent alarm bells and get up to check on his kids. “They were there this morning, but- but then they weren’t. And Fal and Taika are gone. And Fal can do portals, but- but they wouldn’t.”

They wouldn’t. Right? Why would they? It only made some kind of sense if they were taking them to Envy, but Envy didn’t seem to have them. Unless Envy was lying. Envy could always lie.

If Lark had just gotten the fuck out of bed.

Rogier listened, arms folded over his chest as he contemplated what the best course of action might be. "I apologize that we haven't met properly. I'm usually deep in my studies as of late. I am Rogier. And I am a sorcerer." More of a spellblade, but that wasn't important.

"Then Fal might be the culprit, but perhaps not with nefarious means? One would think they'd have left a note somewhere." He frowned. "But if you have something of Fal or the children I could use, I could try a scrying spell and see where they might be. Sinswyn's taught me a bit of divination. I can't promise it will last very long, but it could tell us something."

“I don’t know how to do a scrying spell!” Snapped, but with a restrained tone. He would be yelling, but he’s trying not to let everything that’s happening turn him into a monster.

…Well, he tried not to yell. But his voice was rising with each word. “I know ONE spell and I was told not to do it!”

…AND ANOTHER THING.

“The fuck do you mean bothered! Like- like I’m too fucking lazy to take care of my kids? Right, use complex magic, Lark! That should’ve been the FIRST thing you did, Lark! Even though Merlin doesn’t seem to think I should DO magic, and every time I use it, it backfires! Absolutely I should have fucking done that, what was I thinking!”

Rogier opened his mouth to say something, but closed it as Lark went on. He was waiting patiently for the other to finish.

"I was asking in case you had already asked one of the other magic users available here. Though, I haven't seen Sinswyn of late. I'm no expert in scrying, either. But I could try."

A pause. "I never meant to insinuate you should do the spell, I wasn't even aware you could cast magic. We haven't exactly spoken to each other much. But I do find it odd that this has happened, given all who have been guarding this place. Myself, included. I hope the children are safe."