The forest, was it an amazing show of nature's beauty or a place where a man can go to be reminded of how impossibly difficult it is for someone to find peace and quiet outside of his own home and sometimes not even then. Especially if one had nearly always in his possession, a sword which could speak to you telepathically, and if that sword was like an annoying child you couldn't just ignore, and also couldn't leave alone for any slightly extended period of time. Sometimes Revan just needed to get away from it all, and a walk through the popular forest on a weekend had nearly crushed his spirit. One could not find a spot that few would pass by and even fewer would see, or at least not without walking further than the bulk of people would. It was not as if Revan could just teleport himself to his favorite spot every time he came to the forest, though he had theorized that such an ability could exist.
How long had it been since he began to walk, it was far enough for Grimm to be more prevalent for sure. It would rid him of the problem that came from people, but only by replacing it with another problem, one that was arguably worse. However in this secluded area Revan had yet to see any people or grimm as if they were driven away from it. The area was a small circle about five feet around surrounded by trees. Inside there was a near perfect circle the size of the space drawn out in the dirt in what looked like chalk. There were designs of different styles and shapes all around the rim of the circle, and though no such person existed, one who had seen Revan's blade would recognize the style of the runes. All the circle needed were some candles, incense, and a five pointed star inside and it would look like some ritualistic circle out of a long lost religion of nutcases.
Revan still din't understand how the runes worked, but he had figured out that this particular set of runes made his blade no longer able to communicate with him, and even lessened the power of the blade in general. Of course this entire circle would have to be drawn to make the effect and the more imperfections in the drawing the less powerful the circle would become, making a circle larger than this too much work for too little pay off. Revan had prepared this spot for his meditation long ago, and had rarely needed to fix it. People seemed to avoid the spot as if they would die if the tried to much as to disturb the circle, but even more grimm had not passed through once and thus not broken the circle. Perhaps it was luck or maybe the runes had some effect on outsiders too.
Solid earth did not make the most comfortable seat, but to be able to get away from the world in perfect seclusion was something that Revan would easily trade for a padded seat. He sat in a meditative posture as he began to relax his body down to the slightest muscles, and as he began to truly listen to nature Revan could hear a stream gently running in the distance, and birds singing their tunes. Revan did not want to think about all the questions that plagued his everyday life, those were to be left to the rambling sword that was Lightning Insanity, or at least until Revan left his circle. It was a routine Revan had followed for some time now trying to get out and relax at least every other week, and it had worked for him in the past, but Revan had the sinking feeling that things would change sooner or later. He opted to not dwell on these thoughts however and just relax while he had the time.
How long had it been since he began to walk, it was far enough for Grimm to be more prevalent for sure. It would rid him of the problem that came from people, but only by replacing it with another problem, one that was arguably worse. However in this secluded area Revan had yet to see any people or grimm as if they were driven away from it. The area was a small circle about five feet around surrounded by trees. Inside there was a near perfect circle the size of the space drawn out in the dirt in what looked like chalk. There were designs of different styles and shapes all around the rim of the circle, and though no such person existed, one who had seen Revan's blade would recognize the style of the runes. All the circle needed were some candles, incense, and a five pointed star inside and it would look like some ritualistic circle out of a long lost religion of nutcases.
Revan still din't understand how the runes worked, but he had figured out that this particular set of runes made his blade no longer able to communicate with him, and even lessened the power of the blade in general. Of course this entire circle would have to be drawn to make the effect and the more imperfections in the drawing the less powerful the circle would become, making a circle larger than this too much work for too little pay off. Revan had prepared this spot for his meditation long ago, and had rarely needed to fix it. People seemed to avoid the spot as if they would die if the tried to much as to disturb the circle, but even more grimm had not passed through once and thus not broken the circle. Perhaps it was luck or maybe the runes had some effect on outsiders too.
Solid earth did not make the most comfortable seat, but to be able to get away from the world in perfect seclusion was something that Revan would easily trade for a padded seat. He sat in a meditative posture as he began to relax his body down to the slightest muscles, and as he began to truly listen to nature Revan could hear a stream gently running in the distance, and birds singing their tunes. Revan did not want to think about all the questions that plagued his everyday life, those were to be left to the rambling sword that was Lightning Insanity, or at least until Revan left his circle. It was a routine Revan had followed for some time now trying to get out and relax at least every other week, and it had worked for him in the past, but Revan had the sinking feeling that things would change sooner or later. He opted to not dwell on these thoughts however and just relax while he had the time.