My new process reminded me of a team of researchers experimenting, and like a fervent scientist, I toiled over the runes. I created different versions of each rune, comparing them to take the best parts from each imperfect whole.Īfter having many configurations come together, I did the same thing many times. I lost track of my surroundings and time as I kept honing different angles and approaches to the runic markings. I turned those savings into iterating my process over and over and over. It shined through in the sigils themselves, my test moldings potent and effective.īeing able to test runes like this without carving saved me so much time as well. It took quite a few edits before I regained my old style, not wanting to use their specific techniques and 'flow.' They hampered the unity of my work, and by keeping it within my own minds, I retained a more focused identity. This turned one mind's struggle into many minds' triumphs.Īt the same time, I eradicated the influence of the Old Ones. At the same time, three other psyches siphoned that raw, moving energy into a focused, highly methodical stream of runes. I had three minds hold onto different emotionally charged veins of thought. It required a lot of energy, time, and effort for someone to hold those two lines of thought in unison.īut not me. In a way, the runes fused the rigor of science and the emotion of art into a singular experience. By having a unifying, singular idea, the sigil's ability to work magic exponentially increased. The root cause came from how the cipher worked. However, it held me back from taking the next step forward in my runic progression. The two Old Ones 'gave' me knowledge on the cipher, which helped me at the time. Peering close, I found the cause - Etorhma and Eonoth. My more recent runes lacked the raw, emotive energy I boasted before. The detail of my newer work shined through, but it also carried a muddiness to it. Taking a moment, I moved back to some of my earliest runic iterations and compared them to later versions. That's when I panned back and approached the issue from a different angle. No matter the approach, it wasn't as effective as using concrete or stone. It was like trying to make a building out of air. I attempted fixing them, but no matter the number of edits I implemented, they carried fundamental errors. I snapped my fingers, realizing the sheer audacity of them. Taking a moment, I inspected my previous iterations based on memory.
In fact, I fumbled even thinking about how I managed without the grimoire before now. It was like chopping a tree with a chainsaw instead of a wooden ax. Comparing earlier versions and cross-referencing changes all arrived in real-time. I moved back and forth between different editions and edits, a history of changes compiled in the grimoire. That improvement didn't even include the references I could use. The precision carried a lifelike level of detail, my memory the limiting factor rather than the page's fidelity.
RUNIC SIGIL GENERATOR FULL
I could have a sheening page mirror a sunset in one moment, and a second later, it would turn into a desert full of dunes. They acted as visualizers, shifting into place as I envisioned different images.
The silver pages carried that control and then some. No amount of control over my armor allowed for that degree of finesse. Attempting to get the cipher out of that shaping was a pipe dream, by comparison. While imperfect, they'd work well enough.
RUNIC SIGIL GENERATOR PATCH
Testing that for a bit, I managed to mold Schema's runes onto a clean patch of my armor. While I could mold my armor with immense force, getting it to hold details was beyond me. They mirrored how my armor moved but with a greater focus on precision instead of power. Taking my first step into using my new grimoire, I tested out a few of the page's molding abilities.
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