Osa Castel marched through the twisting labyrinth of dimly lit hallways of the prestigious Vesilmonia, the Grand Academy of the Arcane. Floating fairy-light lanterns illuminated her face, scowling and hardened with determination despite her otherwise delicate features. Possessing a naturally curvy, hourglass figure, her hips swayed as she walked. A long shadow followed her as her black flats clicked against the ground in a strong, steady rhythm. Emerald green eyes locked onto the old, black door of her dorm room which had a yellow caution sign reading "DO NOT DISTURB" on it. She pulled the door open, then she went inside and slammed it shut.
She pulled down the hood of her short cloak revealing long curly locks of lilac-colored hair which was tied up in a white ponytail. Fortunately, it seemed her roommate was nowhere to be seen, and she moved to her side of the room (she had drawn a long white line down the middle of the room and had set strict rules so that her roommate wouldn't even dream about encroaching on her space). Her "space" could only have been described as "a disaster area." Ancient tomes laid strewn across her bed. Scrolls and potions were haphazardly scattered around the floor. Her desk was littered with paper, crumpled up paper, more ancient tomes, and various magical ingredients.
Osa marched straight up to her desk and swept her arms across it causing everything on the desk to slide off it and onto the floor in a crashing thud. She snarled, clenching her fists, and her ample bosom heaved within the confines of the dark purple, dragon-scale bikini top she wore.
"How DARE they." Her green eyes flashed, and she pulled an ancient tome off of her bed and slammed it down on the desk. She began rapidly flipping through it. "Calling me immature, saying I don't do magic the RIGHT way, saying that I'm meddling with forces I can't possibly understand! HA! I understand all right. I understand that this STUPID college is full of stuffy old men and women who are too afraid of things that aren't traditional or that which is..."
She made air-quotes with her fingers and rolled her eyes. "Forbidden. Ugh. Why even have a forbidden library if you're not going to USE it?"
She narrowed her eyes as she scoured the ancient tome. "I'll show them. They can't put ME in front of the expulsion board if they see that I absolutely, without a doubt, can handle everything they think I can't."
Besides that, she needed to pull off a massive, powerful display for her Power Ceremony which was coming up in a few months' time. Every mage when they reached the magical age of 20 years were presented to the Archwizard and the Council of Magic, in front of their magical peers and family to show off the height of their power. A successful showing meant that the mage in question would become officially recognized by the magical community as a whole.
A failed showing meant that a mage would be stripped entirely of their powers and cast out from the magical community.
But a dramatically successful showing? That was where the BIG opportunities were really granted. Access to ANY magical academy or apprenticeship desired, access to unlimited travel between time, dimensions, and universes (rather than the paltry few that pre-Power Ceremonies were allowed - if they could even pull that off), access to the highly coveted Sorcerer's Market with its ever rarer and valuable magical ingredients, and even, perhaps, a sip from the Wellspring of Life - said to grant those who drink from it long-lasting life.
It was a lot of pressure for any mage, but for Osa? It was more than just pressure; it was personal. She'd been born in a family with nine children, and she was smack-dab in the middle. Despite being highly magically gifted from a young age, she could never seem to get her parents' attention or recognition. Her older siblings always seemed to be more put-together and more impressive, and her younger siblings? Well, of course they were spoiled - they were younger. Two years ago, her older sister, Ella, had went through her Power Ceremony - harnessing an untamed force of nature in a display that was so impressive - even the Archwizard clapped. It meant her parents didn't even bother to listen when she talked about her latest magical project for class.
The lack of attention made her bitter and often angry, but also willing to go to great and unconventional lengths to show off what powers she did possess. Unfortunately, not only had she yet to impress her parents, but her unconventional methods often made her the ridicule of her magical peers (though, she thought some of them might have just been jealous of how powerful she was becoming) and scoffed at by her magic professors.
But that was fine. FINE. She wasn't about to give up the way she did magic not when the thrill of it made her spirit soar and a shiver go down her spine. It was one consolation she could hold onto to ride out the storm of ridicule and dismissal - the thrill of powerful or forbidden magic.
And of course, it was with powerful AND forbidden magic that she planned to show them. She'd show them ALL.
Osa stopped scouring the tome and slammed it shut, then she shoved it off the desk, too- her hands went up into her lilac curls in frustration. "Not good enough. I need something REALLY big. Something spectacular - I need-"
She paused, and her eyes went wide. Quickly, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out her deck of Powerful Entities of the Dark, the Unknown, and the Beyond. The deck was very thick from the amount she had collected, and she shuffled through them with practiced ease. Image after image of demons, archfey, and eldritch beings - some holographic and some not - flickered through her vision, but she kept dismissing them one by one.
Not enough, not enough, just not enough-
She paused when her shuffling landed on one card. She let out a soft gasp and held it up to her face. As was the case with many (though not all) of the eldritch being cards, there was no actual form of the being to behold - just a dark holographic design, and the name of the entity in ancient runes. The description spoke of the untold dangers of establishing a mind-to-mind connection with it for this eldritch entity was so limitless in its depths of power - it had no real, true form - not one that could ever be known by mere mortals.
It was said that those capable of emerging from the depths of the entity without losing themselves to its vast well of power possessed knowledge of arcane secrets hitherto unknown. Legend has it that on rare occasions, it would take a physical form - but that such instances are fraught with danger and unknown and should be supervised closely by a circle of the most powerful magic users available. It was a rare card that had taken a few years and quite a bit of coin to procure. It was, of course, something she treasured.
"Riesig," she whispered.
Just speaking its name made her body tingle with anticipation and excitement, and her heart flutter in her chest. She smirked as she set the prized trading card on top of her desk. This was it. This was EXACTLY what she was looking for.
She stretched out her arms and cracked her knuckles. She reached into her short hooded cloak and pulled out her magic-
Well, by all appearances, it looked to be a purple glowstick - seemingly more suitable for use at a rave rather than for magic spells. Nonetheless, it sparked with magical promise as she waved it about. She opened up magical portals into the forbidden library and began to grab ancient tomes and grimoires from off the shelves. By the end of it, she must have had over a dozen books stacked on her desk.
"Let's get to work."
She opened up the first book with an eager grin on her face, but as she continued to read through to the second page, then flipped through the pages doing a brief scan, she made a face.
"Ugh. This is an entire book of WARNINGS. What the hell? Useless." She threw the ancient tome haphazardly over her shoulder, and it went through a portal back into the forbidden library. She grabbed another book to open it to read. Finally! She was getting to the good stuff.
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Osa Castel hopped out of a portal and onto the ancient, floating sky ruins. The ruins were allegedly said to be a temple meant for the worship of Riesig itself, but they were so old that the fact was often disputed by magical scholars. Osa adjusted the strap of her magical purse, essentially a bag of holding, and walked with confidence and determination over the broken stone paths and the foreboding black grass.
She stopped when she reached a large lake at the center of the ruins and looked up eyeing the dark, cloudy sky. There wasn't yet so much as a rumble of thunder. She narrowed her eyes.
"That weathermage better be right about a ninety percent chance of storms today," she grumbled, throwing her magic purse onto the ground.
She certainly didn't have the power to try and summon a mystical storm AND establish a magical mind-to-mind connection with an eldritch entity. It remained to be seen whether she could muster up enough power to establish the connection in the first place, but Osa had done her homework and felt more than confident in her abilities.
She pulled out a small table from her magical purse as well as a dozen or so bottles of magical ingredients and a pre-prepared glowing white potion. With several expert, precise, and quick motions, she grinded up magical ingredients, mixing them together, added in some of the lake water - producing an iridescent paint-like substance which sparkled.
She pulled out her magic purple glowstick and waved it. At first, nothing seemed to happen. She frowned at it, then she tapped it several times against her hand. The glowstick sparked and fizzled at the end a few times before lighting up with a mystical black glow. Osa smirked, then she pointed the glowstick at the ground. A ray of black magic shot forward burning a line into the ground. She walked around the entirety of the lake - ultimately burning a whole, glowing black circle into the dirt.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Osa's head shot up to look at the sky, narrowing her eyes. She needed to work quickly. It was almost time. She gave a deep inhale and pulled off her hooded cloak tossing it onto the table, then she pulled out her ponytail from her hair. Lilac curls cascaded down past her shoulders until her hair stopped mid-back.
She started to reach for the back of her dragon-scale bikini top and hesitated for a small moment. A "natural state" or something close to it was sometimes needed in order to perform high-level magic. Some mages could get away without it - though, they were often limiting their potential when they did so.
Osa, of course, didn't believe in limiting her potential. It was why she often chose to be scantily clad in her dragon-scale bikini since it got her pretty close to a "natural state." Still, she had never performed a spell completely naked before, and more so still, she had never been naked in front of someone before (who had the time for that?). Granted, she wasn't sure an eldritch entity could really count as "someone" but...
She shook her head and took in a deep breath. No. Now was not the time to doubt herself. Especially not when dealing with something as unfathomable as Riesig - that could mean disaster. She unsnapped her bikini top - her tan, perky C-cup breasts bounced as they were freed. She threw the bikini top onto the table. The gusts of wind from the incoming storm caressed her naked nipples causing them to stiffen. She hooked her thumbs under her dragon-scale bikini bottom and tugged them downwards, shimmying out of them and threw them onto the table as well.
She reached up and pulled out a long, curly strand of her hair. She tied the strand of hair around her ankle, then she tapped her magic glowstick against the strand. It became a long, winding braided purple rope which she tied the other end to a broken stone pillar.
Then, she dipped her fingers into the magical iridescent paint and began to draw ancient runes on her body. A series lines and triangles on the cheeks of her face, various arcane symbols all up and down her arms and legs, circular runes around her nipples, more triangular-shaped runes across her smooth, flat tummy with a downward triangle painted just above her pussy.
She pulled a hand mirror out of the bag and examined herself closely to make sure the runes were all in the correct position as well as being shaped correctly. One small mistake could lead to ruin and consequences. After double-checking the runes and satisfied everything was proper for the spell to take place, she took hold of the bottle containing the glowing white potion.
She uncorked it, tilted her head back, and pressed the bottle to her glossy pink lips. She took three or four swallows as she downed the entire bottle. It tasted a little salty, but otherwise not bad. One could never tell with potions, sometimes - they could vary from addictively tasty to absolutely horrid.
She could feel the warmth and tingle of powerful magic within her spreading throughout her body and encasing her in a mystical white glow. The iridescent paint shimmered on her body as she walked confidently towards the lake, then she stepped onto the water.
She walked step by step on top of the water - her eyes starting to glow a mystical white. The storm finally kicked up, and the first bolt of mystical lightning struck nearby. She didn't even so much as flinch as she stretched out into a ballerina-like pose and chanted a single ancient, arcane word.
Another bolt of lightning struck nearby, and the sky flashed with colors. The wind began to howl.
Another pose. Another word.
She moved like one that was dancing atop the lake in deliberate, careful, and precise motions. And still, she chanted. She made a brief mental note as she was getting closer to completing the spell that she mustn't forget her mantra:
'I am Osa.'
At the very end, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward into the air, her head tilted back and up towards the sky, her arms at her sides and pulled back. She began to levitate into the air over the lake, the braid of purple rope around her ankle pulling taut. A bolt of mystical lightning came down and struck her as she chanted the last word. She felt no pain but she let out a gasp of shock and an ethereal-sounding sigh.
"Riesig."
Her mind and soul traveled beyond light-speed out of her body to places between dimensions - places unknown and far.
She felt...
A sensation of falling...
She pulled down the hood of her short cloak revealing long curly locks of lilac-colored hair which was tied up in a white ponytail. Fortunately, it seemed her roommate was nowhere to be seen, and she moved to her side of the room (she had drawn a long white line down the middle of the room and had set strict rules so that her roommate wouldn't even dream about encroaching on her space). Her "space" could only have been described as "a disaster area." Ancient tomes laid strewn across her bed. Scrolls and potions were haphazardly scattered around the floor. Her desk was littered with paper, crumpled up paper, more ancient tomes, and various magical ingredients.
Osa marched straight up to her desk and swept her arms across it causing everything on the desk to slide off it and onto the floor in a crashing thud. She snarled, clenching her fists, and her ample bosom heaved within the confines of the dark purple, dragon-scale bikini top she wore.
"How DARE they." Her green eyes flashed, and she pulled an ancient tome off of her bed and slammed it down on the desk. She began rapidly flipping through it. "Calling me immature, saying I don't do magic the RIGHT way, saying that I'm meddling with forces I can't possibly understand! HA! I understand all right. I understand that this STUPID college is full of stuffy old men and women who are too afraid of things that aren't traditional or that which is..."
She made air-quotes with her fingers and rolled her eyes. "Forbidden. Ugh. Why even have a forbidden library if you're not going to USE it?"
She narrowed her eyes as she scoured the ancient tome. "I'll show them. They can't put ME in front of the expulsion board if they see that I absolutely, without a doubt, can handle everything they think I can't."
Besides that, she needed to pull off a massive, powerful display for her Power Ceremony which was coming up in a few months' time. Every mage when they reached the magical age of 20 years were presented to the Archwizard and the Council of Magic, in front of their magical peers and family to show off the height of their power. A successful showing meant that the mage in question would become officially recognized by the magical community as a whole.
A failed showing meant that a mage would be stripped entirely of their powers and cast out from the magical community.
But a dramatically successful showing? That was where the BIG opportunities were really granted. Access to ANY magical academy or apprenticeship desired, access to unlimited travel between time, dimensions, and universes (rather than the paltry few that pre-Power Ceremonies were allowed - if they could even pull that off), access to the highly coveted Sorcerer's Market with its ever rarer and valuable magical ingredients, and even, perhaps, a sip from the Wellspring of Life - said to grant those who drink from it long-lasting life.
It was a lot of pressure for any mage, but for Osa? It was more than just pressure; it was personal. She'd been born in a family with nine children, and she was smack-dab in the middle. Despite being highly magically gifted from a young age, she could never seem to get her parents' attention or recognition. Her older siblings always seemed to be more put-together and more impressive, and her younger siblings? Well, of course they were spoiled - they were younger. Two years ago, her older sister, Ella, had went through her Power Ceremony - harnessing an untamed force of nature in a display that was so impressive - even the Archwizard clapped. It meant her parents didn't even bother to listen when she talked about her latest magical project for class.
The lack of attention made her bitter and often angry, but also willing to go to great and unconventional lengths to show off what powers she did possess. Unfortunately, not only had she yet to impress her parents, but her unconventional methods often made her the ridicule of her magical peers (though, she thought some of them might have just been jealous of how powerful she was becoming) and scoffed at by her magic professors.
But that was fine. FINE. She wasn't about to give up the way she did magic not when the thrill of it made her spirit soar and a shiver go down her spine. It was one consolation she could hold onto to ride out the storm of ridicule and dismissal - the thrill of powerful or forbidden magic.
And of course, it was with powerful AND forbidden magic that she planned to show them. She'd show them ALL.
Osa stopped scouring the tome and slammed it shut, then she shoved it off the desk, too- her hands went up into her lilac curls in frustration. "Not good enough. I need something REALLY big. Something spectacular - I need-"
She paused, and her eyes went wide. Quickly, she opened her desk drawer and pulled out her deck of Powerful Entities of the Dark, the Unknown, and the Beyond. The deck was very thick from the amount she had collected, and she shuffled through them with practiced ease. Image after image of demons, archfey, and eldritch beings - some holographic and some not - flickered through her vision, but she kept dismissing them one by one.
Not enough, not enough, just not enough-
She paused when her shuffling landed on one card. She let out a soft gasp and held it up to her face. As was the case with many (though not all) of the eldritch being cards, there was no actual form of the being to behold - just a dark holographic design, and the name of the entity in ancient runes. The description spoke of the untold dangers of establishing a mind-to-mind connection with it for this eldritch entity was so limitless in its depths of power - it had no real, true form - not one that could ever be known by mere mortals.
It was said that those capable of emerging from the depths of the entity without losing themselves to its vast well of power possessed knowledge of arcane secrets hitherto unknown. Legend has it that on rare occasions, it would take a physical form - but that such instances are fraught with danger and unknown and should be supervised closely by a circle of the most powerful magic users available. It was a rare card that had taken a few years and quite a bit of coin to procure. It was, of course, something she treasured.
"Riesig," she whispered.
Just speaking its name made her body tingle with anticipation and excitement, and her heart flutter in her chest. She smirked as she set the prized trading card on top of her desk. This was it. This was EXACTLY what she was looking for.
She stretched out her arms and cracked her knuckles. She reached into her short hooded cloak and pulled out her magic-
Well, by all appearances, it looked to be a purple glowstick - seemingly more suitable for use at a rave rather than for magic spells. Nonetheless, it sparked with magical promise as she waved it about. She opened up magical portals into the forbidden library and began to grab ancient tomes and grimoires from off the shelves. By the end of it, she must have had over a dozen books stacked on her desk.
"Let's get to work."
She opened up the first book with an eager grin on her face, but as she continued to read through to the second page, then flipped through the pages doing a brief scan, she made a face.
"Ugh. This is an entire book of WARNINGS. What the hell? Useless." She threw the ancient tome haphazardly over her shoulder, and it went through a portal back into the forbidden library. She grabbed another book to open it to read. Finally! She was getting to the good stuff.
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Osa Castel hopped out of a portal and onto the ancient, floating sky ruins. The ruins were allegedly said to be a temple meant for the worship of Riesig itself, but they were so old that the fact was often disputed by magical scholars. Osa adjusted the strap of her magical purse, essentially a bag of holding, and walked with confidence and determination over the broken stone paths and the foreboding black grass.
She stopped when she reached a large lake at the center of the ruins and looked up eyeing the dark, cloudy sky. There wasn't yet so much as a rumble of thunder. She narrowed her eyes.
"That weathermage better be right about a ninety percent chance of storms today," she grumbled, throwing her magic purse onto the ground.
She certainly didn't have the power to try and summon a mystical storm AND establish a magical mind-to-mind connection with an eldritch entity. It remained to be seen whether she could muster up enough power to establish the connection in the first place, but Osa had done her homework and felt more than confident in her abilities.
She pulled out a small table from her magical purse as well as a dozen or so bottles of magical ingredients and a pre-prepared glowing white potion. With several expert, precise, and quick motions, she grinded up magical ingredients, mixing them together, added in some of the lake water - producing an iridescent paint-like substance which sparkled.
She pulled out her magic purple glowstick and waved it. At first, nothing seemed to happen. She frowned at it, then she tapped it several times against her hand. The glowstick sparked and fizzled at the end a few times before lighting up with a mystical black glow. Osa smirked, then she pointed the glowstick at the ground. A ray of black magic shot forward burning a line into the ground. She walked around the entirety of the lake - ultimately burning a whole, glowing black circle into the dirt.
Thunder rumbled in the distance, and Osa's head shot up to look at the sky, narrowing her eyes. She needed to work quickly. It was almost time. She gave a deep inhale and pulled off her hooded cloak tossing it onto the table, then she pulled out her ponytail from her hair. Lilac curls cascaded down past her shoulders until her hair stopped mid-back.
She started to reach for the back of her dragon-scale bikini top and hesitated for a small moment. A "natural state" or something close to it was sometimes needed in order to perform high-level magic. Some mages could get away without it - though, they were often limiting their potential when they did so.
Osa, of course, didn't believe in limiting her potential. It was why she often chose to be scantily clad in her dragon-scale bikini since it got her pretty close to a "natural state." Still, she had never performed a spell completely naked before, and more so still, she had never been naked in front of someone before (who had the time for that?). Granted, she wasn't sure an eldritch entity could really count as "someone" but...
She shook her head and took in a deep breath. No. Now was not the time to doubt herself. Especially not when dealing with something as unfathomable as Riesig - that could mean disaster. She unsnapped her bikini top - her tan, perky C-cup breasts bounced as they were freed. She threw the bikini top onto the table. The gusts of wind from the incoming storm caressed her naked nipples causing them to stiffen. She hooked her thumbs under her dragon-scale bikini bottom and tugged them downwards, shimmying out of them and threw them onto the table as well.
She reached up and pulled out a long, curly strand of her hair. She tied the strand of hair around her ankle, then she tapped her magic glowstick against the strand. It became a long, winding braided purple rope which she tied the other end to a broken stone pillar.
Then, she dipped her fingers into the magical iridescent paint and began to draw ancient runes on her body. A series lines and triangles on the cheeks of her face, various arcane symbols all up and down her arms and legs, circular runes around her nipples, more triangular-shaped runes across her smooth, flat tummy with a downward triangle painted just above her pussy.
She pulled a hand mirror out of the bag and examined herself closely to make sure the runes were all in the correct position as well as being shaped correctly. One small mistake could lead to ruin and consequences. After double-checking the runes and satisfied everything was proper for the spell to take place, she took hold of the bottle containing the glowing white potion.
She uncorked it, tilted her head back, and pressed the bottle to her glossy pink lips. She took three or four swallows as she downed the entire bottle. It tasted a little salty, but otherwise not bad. One could never tell with potions, sometimes - they could vary from addictively tasty to absolutely horrid.
She could feel the warmth and tingle of powerful magic within her spreading throughout her body and encasing her in a mystical white glow. The iridescent paint shimmered on her body as she walked confidently towards the lake, then she stepped onto the water.
She walked step by step on top of the water - her eyes starting to glow a mystical white. The storm finally kicked up, and the first bolt of mystical lightning struck nearby. She didn't even so much as flinch as she stretched out into a ballerina-like pose and chanted a single ancient, arcane word.
Another bolt of lightning struck nearby, and the sky flashed with colors. The wind began to howl.
Another pose. Another word.
She moved like one that was dancing atop the lake in deliberate, careful, and precise motions. And still, she chanted. She made a brief mental note as she was getting closer to completing the spell that she mustn't forget her mantra:
'I am Osa.'
At the very end, she arched her back, thrusting her breasts forward into the air, her head tilted back and up towards the sky, her arms at her sides and pulled back. She began to levitate into the air over the lake, the braid of purple rope around her ankle pulling taut. A bolt of mystical lightning came down and struck her as she chanted the last word. She felt no pain but she let out a gasp of shock and an ethereal-sounding sigh.
"Riesig."
Her mind and soul traveled beyond light-speed out of her body to places between dimensions - places unknown and far.
She felt...
A sensation of falling...
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