1 Chirreb 4385: Flying!
Aug. 16th, 2010 07:58 amFlying
Flying was wonderful. It was a lot like swimming, or so it felt to me: I undulated forward like I would in water, and swam though air. Swimming through air was easier than through water, because the air didn't offer much resistance. That also meant nothing to push against, but since the spell propelled me it didn't matter that I couldn't propel myself.
And the view! Seven staring gods, now I know why they hang in the sky above us! It's one thing to stand on the deck of a skyship and look down -- one impressive thing! -- but it's another entirely to have nothing -- literally nothing between you and the long wide branch below you. I soared out past the great woven wings of our skyship-charger, and gazed amazed upon the World Tree below us. We were high enough above Choinxeia that we could see clear down to the Verticals, and past them to the branches below us. Down and down to the murky dark depths of the sky, where the higher branches cast their shadows and Flokin's light does not reach.
The Choinxeia farms and orchards directly below were familiarity made alien by height: fields of ripening hosh grain in different varieties painted images for the gods, crafted by Herethroy who seldom rose high enough to witness the glory of the art they had created. But I saw it: the outlines of a Herethroy triad kneeling before a spreading tree that was the goddess Lenhirrik, bowing her limbs to grant the fruits of her labor. Virid stretched out her four arms to embrace several fields, the winding paths between them making the outlines of her carapace. In the fields rose Herethroy heroes: Hrikkak the Mighty with her spear, and Greenthorn with her three-hander, and Harvest Moon with her Great Plow. So beautiful! So transitory, soon to be gone with this harvest! But they'll plant something new in the spring, won't they? Maybe they understand more of the Orren way than we think.
I did an aerial backflip to look up at the open sky and the new-growth branches above, the ones that will someday, in a Zi Ri's lifetime, put Ketheria in their shade. I waved to the Creator Gods above, the ones I could see, even Reluu because even if he is a prick he is still one of my gods. And flipped down again and spun around and asked Purrzhon, "Where's Remorshka Woods? Can we see it from here?" Purrzhon didn't answer me at once, so I looked around to see how the others were doing.
They weren't having quite as much fun as I was. All of them were paying some attention to keeping up with the moving airship, so they'd gotten a few hundred feet ahead of me. I zipped forward to catch up -- just like Purrzhon had said, the spell let me fly about twice as fast as the airship's present modest speed, so it didn't take me long. Nightbloom was hanging onto the airship's tail with one midhand and one truehand so I got to her first. "Are you well did you miss attending to the spell and you need another cast?" I asked, worried.
"No. The spell is yet in effect," Nightbloom answered.
"Then why are you hanging on to the airship is the flight spell too slow for you for some reason?" I flew a half-circle around her to peer at her face. The ship was going too slowly now for its tail to whip back; the long ropes of it hung down, drifting a little when stirred by the breeze from occasional flaps of its wings.
"I am. Becoming accustomed to flying. I will be fine. In a moment."
"All right I'm gonna ask Purrzhon a few questions have fun!" I waved to her and flew on ahead.
Trust was dog-paddling through the air with his tongue lolling out. He was passing the airship's neck. Mirhandrax was trotting alongside the airship just as if he were jogging and moving no faster: he was pacing it exactly, and staying well out of range of its wings. Purrzhon was trying to dodge wingbeats from the airship, and doing a mediocre job of it: one of the downsweeps caught him. He grabbed the underside with all four sets of claws and scrabbled his way out from underneath as I pulled alongside. Purrzhon hung onto the wing while I rose just above its leisurely flapping and asked him, "Where's Remorshka Woods can we see it from here?"
"It is the too far off yet." Purrzhon waited until the wing reached the crest of its beat and then he released it to hang in the air. He oriented himself, and gestured with a paw outwards and a little to the roll'gainst, where the branch was attenuating in the distance. "That spot of dark green and blue on the roll'gainst side maybe is it. Maybe not."
"Ooooh."
We played around for a while in the air or at least I played around. The others seemed pretty focused on whatever it was they were doing which seemed to me mostly just keeping up with the airship which was hardly a challenge. Terrycloth was right! As long as you're actually flying -- moving through the air, just hovering doesn't count -- the spell thinks you're attending to it and doesn't bother you to make you pay special attention in addition. Which is way better than using Levitation which does keep asking you if you want to levitate even if you currently are.
After a while everyone had gotten used to flying and weren't quite so worried about just keeping up with the airship. It turned out Purrzhon hadn't ever flown before either. The Little Bird of Many Wings wasn't his talisman but one that he'd borrowed from the Adventurer's Guild. He must have a pretty high grade of membership in the guild to borrow an enchantment so expensive!
Anyway after that we practiced aerial fighting.
Flying was wonderful. It was a lot like swimming, or so it felt to me: I undulated forward like I would in water, and swam though air. Swimming through air was easier than through water, because the air didn't offer much resistance. That also meant nothing to push against, but since the spell propelled me it didn't matter that I couldn't propel myself.
And the view! Seven staring gods, now I know why they hang in the sky above us! It's one thing to stand on the deck of a skyship and look down -- one impressive thing! -- but it's another entirely to have nothing -- literally nothing between you and the long wide branch below you. I soared out past the great woven wings of our skyship-charger, and gazed amazed upon the World Tree below us. We were high enough above Choinxeia that we could see clear down to the Verticals, and past them to the branches below us. Down and down to the murky dark depths of the sky, where the higher branches cast their shadows and Flokin's light does not reach.
The Choinxeia farms and orchards directly below were familiarity made alien by height: fields of ripening hosh grain in different varieties painted images for the gods, crafted by Herethroy who seldom rose high enough to witness the glory of the art they had created. But I saw it: the outlines of a Herethroy triad kneeling before a spreading tree that was the goddess Lenhirrik, bowing her limbs to grant the fruits of her labor. Virid stretched out her four arms to embrace several fields, the winding paths between them making the outlines of her carapace. In the fields rose Herethroy heroes: Hrikkak the Mighty with her spear, and Greenthorn with her three-hander, and Harvest Moon with her Great Plow. So beautiful! So transitory, soon to be gone with this harvest! But they'll plant something new in the spring, won't they? Maybe they understand more of the Orren way than we think.
I did an aerial backflip to look up at the open sky and the new-growth branches above, the ones that will someday, in a Zi Ri's lifetime, put Ketheria in their shade. I waved to the Creator Gods above, the ones I could see, even Reluu because even if he is a prick he is still one of my gods. And flipped down again and spun around and asked Purrzhon, "Where's Remorshka Woods? Can we see it from here?" Purrzhon didn't answer me at once, so I looked around to see how the others were doing.
They weren't having quite as much fun as I was. All of them were paying some attention to keeping up with the moving airship, so they'd gotten a few hundred feet ahead of me. I zipped forward to catch up -- just like Purrzhon had said, the spell let me fly about twice as fast as the airship's present modest speed, so it didn't take me long. Nightbloom was hanging onto the airship's tail with one midhand and one truehand so I got to her first. "Are you well did you miss attending to the spell and you need another cast?" I asked, worried.
"No. The spell is yet in effect," Nightbloom answered.
"Then why are you hanging on to the airship is the flight spell too slow for you for some reason?" I flew a half-circle around her to peer at her face. The ship was going too slowly now for its tail to whip back; the long ropes of it hung down, drifting a little when stirred by the breeze from occasional flaps of its wings.
"I am. Becoming accustomed to flying. I will be fine. In a moment."
"All right I'm gonna ask Purrzhon a few questions have fun!" I waved to her and flew on ahead.
Trust was dog-paddling through the air with his tongue lolling out. He was passing the airship's neck. Mirhandrax was trotting alongside the airship just as if he were jogging and moving no faster: he was pacing it exactly, and staying well out of range of its wings. Purrzhon was trying to dodge wingbeats from the airship, and doing a mediocre job of it: one of the downsweeps caught him. He grabbed the underside with all four sets of claws and scrabbled his way out from underneath as I pulled alongside. Purrzhon hung onto the wing while I rose just above its leisurely flapping and asked him, "Where's Remorshka Woods can we see it from here?"
"It is the too far off yet." Purrzhon waited until the wing reached the crest of its beat and then he released it to hang in the air. He oriented himself, and gestured with a paw outwards and a little to the roll'gainst, where the branch was attenuating in the distance. "That spot of dark green and blue on the roll'gainst side maybe is it. Maybe not."
"Ooooh."
We played around for a while in the air or at least I played around. The others seemed pretty focused on whatever it was they were doing which seemed to me mostly just keeping up with the airship which was hardly a challenge. Terrycloth was right! As long as you're actually flying -- moving through the air, just hovering doesn't count -- the spell thinks you're attending to it and doesn't bother you to make you pay special attention in addition. Which is way better than using Levitation which does keep asking you if you want to levitate even if you currently are.
After a while everyone had gotten used to flying and weren't quite so worried about just keeping up with the airship. It turned out Purrzhon hadn't ever flown before either. The Little Bird of Many Wings wasn't his talisman but one that he'd borrowed from the Adventurer's Guild. He must have a pretty high grade of membership in the guild to borrow an enchantment so expensive!
Anyway after that we practiced aerial fighting.
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Date: 2010-08-17 02:04 am (UTC)Also, how are you with slings / bows / big heavy balls of a dense hard material / war darts / throwing spears / throwing devices with which to throw flexible spears / shaped throwing sticks / crossbows / etc.? Can you aim and let loose THOSE against ground targets well while flying? How well?
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Date: 2010-08-17 05:06 am (UTC)Bows kind of suck, but not as much as throwing logs or whatever.
They're good for sticking bits of wood where people would rather not have bits of wood sticking, like through their tendons or in their eyes and stuff. It takes a lot of arrows to convince someone they should be dead though. Fewer arrows to convince them they should be surrendering because they can't really fight back. Heh.
Logs aren't even good for that. Too easy to dodge.
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Date: 2010-08-17 08:34 pm (UTC)The World Tree has some limitations on this -- magic works because the gods created a system where they say it works, and the Magerium is the universal mechanism where those effects, which ultimately come from your gods, are achieved.
Consider: if DIFFERENT gods didn't want a universal mechanic for magic for a world they run, than magic users in that world might not have mageriums. OR, if gods have different competing systems in a world they make, there might be a few different ways to do magic, OR if magic is, in some world, interacting with and shaping a (mostly) all pervading force, which simply requires a particular set of skills, teachings, or abilities to manipulate?
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Date: 2010-08-16 10:45 pm (UTC)Ahhh, mighty Orren, you have an intuitive understanding of "Thrust" and "Drag", which I mentioned earlier! :) :)
Now think, if you were light enough, and you had the right type of wings, could you push against air in a way that is strong enough to lift off of the ground without a spell letting you fly?
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Date: 2010-08-17 06:28 pm (UTC)But they didn't realize just how fast all those logs would make them go, and about halfway up they were going so fast that they were passing a branch every minute or so, and they started to worry that they were going to miss the top of the tree altogether and smash into the sky.
But then Reluu noticed that they were going too fast, and told Hresh-Huu to make air act like water and push back on things that fly through it automatically, and that's why when you stand on the deck of an airship that's going fast enough you can feel the wind blowing back in your face.
And the rocket got suddenly hit by all the wind at once and exploded and killed everyone on board. But Hresh-Huu felt bad and resurrected them with wings or something? And that's why everywhere you go, you can find giant rabbits with wings.
...I'm not sure this story is entirely truthful.
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Date: 2010-08-17 04:49 pm (UTC)... I'm chattering now aren't I?
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