"Just so," Elidibus concurs with Emet-Selch. It's ultimately Sheppard's decision to watch or not and the warning was largely about feeling disorientation and mental discomfort.
If either were to be lessened by being able to watch in the man's mind, then who are either of them to protest. He adds what might be taken as a reassurance about the wards he had just cast.
"It will prevent accidental intrusion and interruption. Yet it does not entrap us within. You are free to leave when or should you wish." Indeed if there's any instinct among Sheppard's Hunt instincts, both the words and the sense to the surroundings ring true. There is no sense that the spells prevent escape.
As for the fear? All is welcome, particularly as it can be harnessed however slight, however pale to fuel what they are about to achieve. Elidibus won't miss the opportunity, even if he has to resist the temptation to further it.
He must remember the true goal. Thus briskly and with Emet-Selch's query a perfectly timed distraction to turn to, the silver haired man focuses on Sheppard. His head tilts in thought.
"Nothing has changed from my original estimation," Elidibus finally answers. He lifts his hand again and begins to gather his own magic. Two quite similar forms of magic, yet patroned by two very different Fears. It may add a soft hum of discordance at first.
"I will take the afflicted arm, then I will join the rest of my magicks to your efforts," he assures his colleague. To Sheppard, Elidibus offers a word of advice.
"Brace yourself. You will likely experience some vertigo and discomfort." Apparently aside from the mental shock of literally seeing your arm chopped off with magic. An act which seems to only need a casually outstretched hand to gather his magic into a defined spell.
This time it seems a simple light that coalesces into visual representation of the magic and much more opaque than the transulcent wards of earlier. Predominately white, someone looking closely with the dubious privilege of being able to see what's about to happen might notice traces of a green like spring grass and a blue closer to tropical waters as the shallows give way to depths.
Elidibus, who carries himself with the demeanor of someone doing nothing more than making a vague gesture with his hand, does give Sheppard a bit of time to brace as suggested... or flee the room if all's to be honest. But should he stay then the globe of light makes the journey from its starting point to the precise location where the transformation of the man's arm halted and humanity remained. It forms a band and settles in place. It cannot be... felt, exactly. Not like a pressure or something that triggers a sense of touch. But there is something akin to stillness, coupled by just a hint of sharp and finally soothing ever so fleeting.
There won't be any sense of constriction. Not even that numb tug one might expect from nerve-numbed flesh being severed. A strange sense of... unravelling (to be sure there is no trace of the transformed flesh at its very root left to corrupt and hinder) at the area between human and crab. The glowing light flows town to encompass the arm like a shell. And then, as abruptly as a light switch, the weight and balance of it being simply gone is thrust upon Sheppard not unlike a sense vertigo.
With just a brief flick from Elidibus, the crab appendage is then surrounded by what appears to be purplish chains constructed of energy - one must be careful to seal away such dubious curses- before disappearing. Stored away for... later.
"All is in order," Elidibus says to Emet-Selch. He is ready to join his remaining power with his colleague's for the creation magicks.
Earlier, the two powers, two different Fears, seemed at first discordant. Such would make sense, no? The Eye and its hunger for knowledge. The Dark, which might well manifest as fearing what knowledge may lie within it. But whether some practice, the familiarity the two have for one another or a mixture of both the two powers have blended together. Now?
As if never at odds, it hums in the background, a subtle siren's song of the dark Abyss which holds rich and tantalizing knowledge to be claimed at its darkest and most terrifying depths.
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If either were to be lessened by being able to watch in the man's mind, then who are either of them to protest. He adds what might be taken as a reassurance about the wards he had just cast.
"It will prevent accidental intrusion and interruption. Yet it does not entrap us within. You are free to leave when or should you wish." Indeed if there's any instinct among Sheppard's Hunt instincts, both the words and the sense to the surroundings ring true. There is no sense that the spells prevent escape.
As for the fear? All is welcome, particularly as it can be harnessed however slight, however pale to fuel what they are about to achieve. Elidibus won't miss the opportunity, even if he has to resist the temptation to further it.
He must remember the true goal. Thus briskly and with Emet-Selch's query a perfectly timed distraction to turn to, the silver haired man focuses on Sheppard. His head tilts in thought.
"Nothing has changed from my original estimation," Elidibus finally answers. He lifts his hand again and begins to gather his own magic. Two quite similar forms of magic, yet patroned by two very different Fears. It may add a soft hum of discordance at first.
"I will take the afflicted arm, then I will join the rest of my magicks to your efforts," he assures his colleague. To Sheppard, Elidibus offers a word of advice.
"Brace yourself. You will likely experience some vertigo and discomfort." Apparently aside from the mental shock of literally seeing your arm chopped off with magic. An act which seems to only need a casually outstretched hand to gather his magic into a defined spell.
This time it seems a simple light that coalesces into visual representation of the magic and much more opaque than the transulcent wards of earlier. Predominately white, someone looking closely with the dubious privilege of being able to see what's about to happen might notice traces of a green like spring grass and a blue closer to tropical waters as the shallows give way to depths.
Elidibus, who carries himself with the demeanor of someone doing nothing more than making a vague gesture with his hand, does give Sheppard a bit of time to brace as suggested... or flee the room if all's to be honest. But should he stay then the globe of light makes the journey from its starting point to the precise location where the transformation of the man's arm halted and humanity remained. It forms a band and settles in place. It cannot be... felt, exactly. Not like a pressure or something that triggers a sense of touch. But there is something akin to stillness, coupled by just a hint of sharp and finally soothing ever so fleeting.
There won't be any sense of constriction. Not even that numb tug one might expect from nerve-numbed flesh being severed. A strange sense of... unravelling (to be sure there is no trace of the transformed flesh at its very root left to corrupt and hinder) at the area between human and crab. The glowing light flows town to encompass the arm like a shell. And then, as abruptly as a light switch, the weight and balance of it being simply gone is thrust upon Sheppard not unlike a sense vertigo.
With just a brief flick from Elidibus, the crab appendage is then surrounded by what appears to be purplish chains constructed of energy - one must be careful to seal away such dubious curses- before disappearing. Stored away for... later.
"All is in order," Elidibus says to Emet-Selch. He is ready to join his remaining power with his colleague's for the creation magicks.
Earlier, the two powers, two different Fears, seemed at first discordant. Such would make sense, no? The Eye and its hunger for knowledge. The Dark, which might well manifest as fearing what knowledge may lie within it. But whether some practice, the familiarity the two have for one another or a mixture of both the two powers have blended together. Now?
As if never at odds, it hums in the background, a subtle siren's song of the dark Abyss which holds rich and tantalizing knowledge to be claimed at its darkest and most terrifying depths.