I was meditating. Preparing myself for the coming task at hand. I had decided on making a format for both a boon and a ward, and I was going to try them both. I had them completed to experimental level, and I was readying myself for the task of testing the boon upon myself.
There was no room for doubt. Doubt meant that I had done insufficient research, and I knew if that was the case, then I damn sure wouldn’t be dumb enough to test it yet.
I could feel a pulse in the earth. That was unusual. This room was warded off to seal out the sounds of the outside world, just under an explosive going off on the outside of the wall. It concerned me, but I knew I had to worry about it later. This wouldn’t take long.
I took a deep breath of the incense that was burning to the right of where I was sitting, and picked up an iron knife that I had wrapped an amber stone into the handle of with a long length of silk fabric.
I was a tad nervous. I knew only the obvious outcomes: total success or total failure. Failure would mean a very unlikely miscalculation in my theory. That would just mean I’d need to tweak it. But I was more afraid of the results of too much success. Best case scenario would be a complete masking from detection outside of looking upon me with bare eyes. Worst case scenario would be complete erasure. I’ve heard of the results of rituals working too well, and that resulted in objects, people, and even whole towns being affected, sometimes even disappearing off the Earth.
I could only risk it. I would never know otherwise. I doubt Ward would be rash or trusting enough to be guinea pig, or even Kyle. They aren’t graduates or scholars, but they aren’t imbeciles. Well, maybe Kyle is, but he isn’t that imbecilic.
I took another deep breath of the incense. It was soothing and reassuring, and that was helpful.
I approached the symbols and patterns that I had drawn in the floor. I stood about a foot back from the silk chord that I had bound into a circle around the patterns and symbols.
I cleared my mind, and the withering doubts with it. I brandished the knife, drew blood from my forearm, and began the working.