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beckyh2112) wrote2009-06-28 01:20 am
beckyh2112) wrote2009-06-28 01:20 am
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Codex Alera is Jim Butcher's fantasy series. It's very well done, and I love it. Starts with Furies of Calderon, goes through five more books with Fury in the title, and First Lord's Fury is coming out this November.
Alerans have elemental magic in the form of furies. There are six elements - earth, air, fire, water, wood, and metal. Every Aleran has at least one fury, with multiple furies being not uncommon, and the nobility usually having a fury of each element.
Besides the obvious elemental abilities, furies often have secondary abilities. Earth furies make their partners inhumanly strong, allow their partner to calm animals, and make other people horny. Fire furies allow their partners to put fear into people (and also some other emotions, as they seem to be liked by career politicians for giving speeches, but I am not sure what those exact other emotions are, and I am damn sure about the fear.) Air furies make their partners inhumanly fast, allow them to create illusions, and allow them to manipulate air into magnifying glasses. Water furies allow their partners to heal and shapeshift, as well as giving their partner receptive empathy. Metal furies make their owners insanely good with metal weapons, as well as allowing them to ignore pain (including the pain of reading other people's emotions if they also possess a watercraft fury). Wood furies make their owners insanely good with wooden weapons, as well as giving them incredible stealth among plants as plants will move to make them completely unnoticeable.
This is all very cool.
This led to doing some silly stuff with an Avatar universe where they have Alera-style elemental furies instead of 'bending. So we've got Aang being a First Lord-level powerhouse with all six elements, we've got Katara the watercrafter, we've got Sokka the metalcrafter, Song the water and earthcrafter...
We've got Ozai with fire and air furies, and Iroh with fire and earth furies.
Some scribbles I did for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
suzukiblu and dark_puck
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Ozai circles him, feet not quite touching the ground. Iroh studies him, looking for the moment when Ozai shifts to attack. He knows it will come too fast for him to see, that his first warning will be Ozai's fist hitting him.
He still watches. Just as he still holds his fire ready, even though the two of them all but cancel each other in firecrafting ability. This is the reason there is no more fear in Iroh's heart than any other time. He would lay fear on Ozai as Ozai laid fear on him, and they would drive each other to madness.
Ozai blurs in a rush of wind and fists impact against Iroh's chest. He narrows his eyes and stands fast, trusting the heavy armor he wears as light as linen to protect him.
He needs only to grab Ozai, bring his brother to earth, and he will win this battle.
Ozai's fire fury appears around him in a rush of burning feathers, and Iroh's counters with scales and sickle-claws that glow with heat. The ground cracks with the heat, and the ends of their hair drift into ash.
Iroh lunges forward, and Ozai twists around him, foot striking hard against Iroh's abdomen, and then whirls around behind Iroh. He is fast, blindingly fast, and Iroh stomps down to drive a wedge of earth towards his brother.
Ozai's wind fury carries him higher, and his brother smirks.
Pillars of earth rise from the ground, carrying Iroh up into his brother's territory. All around them, their fire furies rage.
Ozai studies him and perceives weakness. He darts forward to strike, and Iroh drops the stone from beneath him, leaving himself free in the air. Dangerous, so dangerous, but it startles Ozai momentarily.
Iroh's hand closes around his brother's arm, and then Iroh brings the pillar back beneath himself. The contact with the earth is enough, and he throws the full might of his earthcrafting into Ozai.
Ozai groans and curls around him, hard and hot and biting his lip to keep from begging.
End
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The Fire Nation boy growled and grumbled, storming around her clinic like an irritable dragon. He kept distracting Song from sewing closed the gash on his lieutenant's scalp, and she was getting tired of it.
Her mouth thinned in a line as she called on her earth fury Min and pushed a hot languor into the boy.
He stopped pacing and went to sit down very abruptly. The old man raised his head slightly, looking curious. Song returned to her work.
She became aware of heat gathering in her breasts and low in her belly. She shifted slightly, surreptitiously trying to slide her clothing against herself.
Her eyes narrowed as she continued stitching up the lieutenant. Someone was earthcrafting her. Finishing the stitch, she stepped away to clean her hands, looking at the three Fire Nation men in her little clinic.
- Was the corner of the old man's mouth upturned in a smile?
Well.
She cleaned her hands even as her nipples began to tingle and her body ached to be filled, then turned around and hit him as hard as possible with her own earthcrafting.
His eyes widened in response, and Song allowed herself a small smile of victory. Try to earthcraft her in her own clinic, would he?
The earthcrafting he hit her with in response caused her legs to turn to jelly and her eyes to roll up into her head. She collapsed to the floor with a soft sound she fervently prayed everyone else took for distress.
Hot hands grabbed her by the shoulders, the boy gabbling in her face, and she reached up to caress him. Her whole body felt hot and tingling, needing, and here he was so pretty...
The boy blocked her wrist before she could touch his scar, and then the old man touched the boy's shoulder.
"We seem to have worn out our welcome, nephew. Why don't you take Jee back to the ship while I help the good doctor home?"
Song pushed her earthcrafting at him, liking the way it roughened his voice.
The boy assented, taking the lieutenant out of her clinic, and the old man had barely managed to lock the doors before she was out of her hanbok and pulling off his armor.
She was quite gratified to see that her own earthcrafting had affected him.
End
Alerans have elemental magic in the form of furies. There are six elements - earth, air, fire, water, wood, and metal. Every Aleran has at least one fury, with multiple furies being not uncommon, and the nobility usually having a fury of each element.
Besides the obvious elemental abilities, furies often have secondary abilities. Earth furies make their partners inhumanly strong, allow their partner to calm animals, and make other people horny. Fire furies allow their partners to put fear into people (and also some other emotions, as they seem to be liked by career politicians for giving speeches, but I am not sure what those exact other emotions are, and I am damn sure about the fear.) Air furies make their partners inhumanly fast, allow them to create illusions, and allow them to manipulate air into magnifying glasses. Water furies allow their partners to heal and shapeshift, as well as giving their partner receptive empathy. Metal furies make their owners insanely good with metal weapons, as well as allowing them to ignore pain (including the pain of reading other people's emotions if they also possess a watercraft fury). Wood furies make their owners insanely good with wooden weapons, as well as giving them incredible stealth among plants as plants will move to make them completely unnoticeable.
This is all very cool.
This led to doing some silly stuff with an Avatar universe where they have Alera-style elemental furies instead of 'bending. So we've got Aang being a First Lord-level powerhouse with all six elements, we've got Katara the watercrafter, we've got Sokka the metalcrafter, Song the water and earthcrafter...
We've got Ozai with fire and air furies, and Iroh with fire and earth furies.
Some scribbles I did for
suzukiblu and dark_puck---
Ozai circles him, feet not quite touching the ground. Iroh studies him, looking for the moment when Ozai shifts to attack. He knows it will come too fast for him to see, that his first warning will be Ozai's fist hitting him.
He still watches. Just as he still holds his fire ready, even though the two of them all but cancel each other in firecrafting ability. This is the reason there is no more fear in Iroh's heart than any other time. He would lay fear on Ozai as Ozai laid fear on him, and they would drive each other to madness.
Ozai blurs in a rush of wind and fists impact against Iroh's chest. He narrows his eyes and stands fast, trusting the heavy armor he wears as light as linen to protect him.
He needs only to grab Ozai, bring his brother to earth, and he will win this battle.
Ozai's fire fury appears around him in a rush of burning feathers, and Iroh's counters with scales and sickle-claws that glow with heat. The ground cracks with the heat, and the ends of their hair drift into ash.
Iroh lunges forward, and Ozai twists around him, foot striking hard against Iroh's abdomen, and then whirls around behind Iroh. He is fast, blindingly fast, and Iroh stomps down to drive a wedge of earth towards his brother.
Ozai's wind fury carries him higher, and his brother smirks.
Pillars of earth rise from the ground, carrying Iroh up into his brother's territory. All around them, their fire furies rage.
Ozai studies him and perceives weakness. He darts forward to strike, and Iroh drops the stone from beneath him, leaving himself free in the air. Dangerous, so dangerous, but it startles Ozai momentarily.
Iroh's hand closes around his brother's arm, and then Iroh brings the pillar back beneath himself. The contact with the earth is enough, and he throws the full might of his earthcrafting into Ozai.
Ozai groans and curls around him, hard and hot and biting his lip to keep from begging.
End
---
The Fire Nation boy growled and grumbled, storming around her clinic like an irritable dragon. He kept distracting Song from sewing closed the gash on his lieutenant's scalp, and she was getting tired of it.
Her mouth thinned in a line as she called on her earth fury Min and pushed a hot languor into the boy.
He stopped pacing and went to sit down very abruptly. The old man raised his head slightly, looking curious. Song returned to her work.
She became aware of heat gathering in her breasts and low in her belly. She shifted slightly, surreptitiously trying to slide her clothing against herself.
Her eyes narrowed as she continued stitching up the lieutenant. Someone was earthcrafting her. Finishing the stitch, she stepped away to clean her hands, looking at the three Fire Nation men in her little clinic.
- Was the corner of the old man's mouth upturned in a smile?
Well.
She cleaned her hands even as her nipples began to tingle and her body ached to be filled, then turned around and hit him as hard as possible with her own earthcrafting.
His eyes widened in response, and Song allowed herself a small smile of victory. Try to earthcraft her in her own clinic, would he?
The earthcrafting he hit her with in response caused her legs to turn to jelly and her eyes to roll up into her head. She collapsed to the floor with a soft sound she fervently prayed everyone else took for distress.
Hot hands grabbed her by the shoulders, the boy gabbling in her face, and she reached up to caress him. Her whole body felt hot and tingling, needing, and here he was so pretty...
The boy blocked her wrist before she could touch his scar, and then the old man touched the boy's shoulder.
"We seem to have worn out our welcome, nephew. Why don't you take Jee back to the ship while I help the good doctor home?"
Song pushed her earthcrafting at him, liking the way it roughened his voice.
The boy assented, taking the lieutenant out of her clinic, and the old man had barely managed to lock the doors before she was out of her hanbok and pulling off his armor.
She was quite gratified to see that her own earthcrafting had affected him.
End