Ludovico had taken his leave from the other Magi and their assembled soldiery as they made ready to depart. After a cursory mental inspection of his enchantments and discovering the spells which bound 'Valkian & Co.' no longer intact he grew concerned. Returning with no small haste to his Sanctum the sorcerer makes a quick though thorough inspection of his Circle and summoning space. Despite being completely confident that everything was just as he had left it moments ago when he left this element of his training was well and truly ingrained in him. One did not take for granted that such life or death things as a warding circle were still exactly as you had left them, even under such a controlled space and scrutiny as this. He inspects the thing meticulously, but with a practiced ease of a long familiar task. A wave of his hand and a small fiery sprite appears and flies about the room lighting the candles and sconces, immediately improving the lighting.
Ruth, the peasant ( yes, I used the word Marko! ) girl recently taken as apprentice by the sorcerer, instantly retreats from the chamber. The fear in her eyes is one born of knowledge and experience. The agitation in her Master is plain and she wants none of it to come her way. She falls back into the sleeping chambers and closes the door.
The Magus moved quickly after this point, finishing the inspection, and moving to stand imperiously at the 'front' of the circle if one could be said to have one. A warding circle however is a different creature. For those unaware there 'is' a designated place to stand for the sorcerer. It is there that he makes ready and casts the rites of conjuring.
And for once, there is no effect. The Magus' eyes narrow. He tries again. Nothing. Again, this time with a different Name being the focus of his power. And still nothing.
And the rage of the Magus roars with an absolute intensity that those who had not witnessed the transformation into it from his normally calm and congenial manner would find shocking.
The stark and murderous fury in him leads him on a small rampage within the sanctum, tossing, throwing, kicking, and smashing. Yet. None of the damaged objects etc. are items essential to the Circle or his immediate practice of the Art. He is not so 'mad' as that. Yet more than terrifying enough for Ruth who can be heard weeping from the sleeping quarters when silence falls and he recovers control over himself. As if nothing had transpired Ludovico then clears off the debris/dust from his sleeves and stomps his boots, sighing and clearing his thoughts.
Cool and calm. Right. On the outside.
[ Using his personal flight spell and some liberal applications of Yasmine's Auram powers to ward him vs. weather and create storms/clouds/thunder etc. throughout the sky in the valley.]
Ludovico ascends the battlements of the keep of Andorra at this point and with a brisk step aloft soars in the sky. As he sails upward through the air the singsong voice of Yasmine can be heard. [color=blue] "Let me ease your anger my love. Come, come with me to my bower... and let us think pleasant thoughts and fill tonight with more pleasing deeds." Yet the eyes and coldness of Ludovico will not be swayed, his rage merely smolders within. [color=red] "First. Revenge." he says.
And with a sigh Yasmine caresses him, and responds to his will. [color=blue] "Be wary my love. Do not let them harm you." And, as he ascends, she begins to wrap him in wards of air and a cloak of storm. The clouds roil and boil, lightning and thunder beginning to roll out from the central point that is the Sorcerer. The sky overcasts and darkens in the span of breaths, wherein the Magus looses himself, sailing through it all unaffected. Unhindered and concealed he makes a swift circuit of the castle and then drifts higher still, and out over the valley and toward the village.
As the clouds fill the sky, spreading like a drop of dye in water and threading themselves throughout until permeating all of the air, the boisterous thunder grows louder. A booming and echoing that heralds his challenge throughout in valley itself.
Ordobos whispers in his ear, the Volcano God's hand figuratively on his shoulder as he pauses to survey the valley below. [color=blue] "My Lord, shall I guard you? The Hag Agthene, she was mighty enough to defeat the Maga Kallista previously. Do not be overconfident. I would feel better if you sent me to destroy her alone."