Norse. May have gotten a few of the pronunciations wrong. Magic is more about the intent anyways.
[ John stayed where he was, eyes out on the dense fog in front of them. He could see the faint wisps of light among the rolling cloud like density, enough to make him frown. It was being redirected - bounced. He wasn't sure what that meant exactly. Either something was manipulating it, or it couldn't find something to latch onto.
Bloody hell. Not a good sign.
John suddenly turned as the beam of light shot back and whizzed past them. It hit the nearest wall and dissipated. Not good. ]
Oh, bollocks.
[ He tries to brace himself for whatever might be happening next. Hopefully the outcome will hit him and not the man standing to the side. It didn't matter what he tried to prep himself for. The rejection of his magic, the township fighting against it, whatever it was? It hit him. Hard. Harder than just when he did that little spell around Doc.
Suppose that was what happened when he tried to use his own energy to send a message to someone - something - through the Fog.
First, it felt like something kicked the back of his knees out. John tumbled down, catching himself with one hand and breaking the circle he had made. The next felt like a punch straight into his lungs. He wasn't sure if that is what it was, but it sure of hell felt that way. A broken sound escaped him as he bent over, coughing violently. His free hand went to his mouth to try and control the sudden fit that over took him.
All those years of smoking probably hadn't helped. ]
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[ John stayed where he was, eyes out on the dense fog in front of them. He could see the faint wisps of light among the rolling cloud like density, enough to make him frown. It was being redirected - bounced. He wasn't sure what that meant exactly. Either something was manipulating it, or it couldn't find something to latch onto.
Bloody hell. Not a good sign.
John suddenly turned as the beam of light shot back and whizzed past them. It hit the nearest wall and dissipated. Not good. ]
Oh, bollocks.
[ He tries to brace himself for whatever might be happening next. Hopefully the outcome will hit him and not the man standing to the side. It didn't matter what he tried to prep himself for. The rejection of his magic, the township fighting against it, whatever it was? It hit him. Hard. Harder than just when he did that little spell around Doc.
Suppose that was what happened when he tried to use his own energy to send a message to someone - something - through the Fog.
First, it felt like something kicked the back of his knees out. John tumbled down, catching himself with one hand and breaking the circle he had made. The next felt like a punch straight into his lungs. He wasn't sure if that is what it was, but it sure of hell felt that way. A broken sound escaped him as he bent over, coughing violently. His free hand went to his mouth to try and control the sudden fit that over took him.
All those years of smoking probably hadn't helped. ]