Thread:Lesdin/@comment-3391671-20160912054757/@comment-3391671-20161002225834

My question in regards to the knockback was in part to it being somewhat negligible, but also its contrast to the stun of Glacial Sapphire. If increased, it will have more significance, but I also wish to know its intended purpose.

As for the lore, it's not done yet, so some of what you question is due to that.

Her reveal is a gesture of trust. Instead of remaining shady, she shows respect to the Elder and the council men by showing who she is. At times, it may be better to hide her seemingly demonic figure, but in other cases, hiding yourself (even with reason) will keep a divide of that trust. Seeing through this, the Elder and the eldest council men do place their trust in Konoe, or will evidently give her a chance to explain why she wants them not to use the Stone.

She doesn't expect the Ionians to hand over the Stone. In actuality, all she seeks is to quell these Stones so that they cannot be abused. In some way, it gives her power over the Stones, but since she is capable of it with her magic-alchemy, she binds the Stones with her spells, rendering them almost distilled. That in itself is rather powerful, is it not?

The following is a quick write-up of one portion of her power.
 * A mage sits in his humble hut in the middle of a Freljordian blizzard. After hours of meditation, he is disturbed by the presence of another being.
 * "Who goes there?" the mage calls out as he breaks his trance to look out into the blizzard. And to his call, a caped figure approaches.
 * "Oh great wizard... I have come to end your journey," the caped figure announces.
 * "What an entrance. Why kill a frail sage such as myself? All I do is sit in my little hut, meditating day and night," the aged man explains. But the caped figure knows the truth behind this man.
 * "you say you are frail, yet you are not harmed by this blizzard. Some will say that a hermit can withstand such harsh weather, but I know... that this blizzard is yours."
 * "Ho... it seems like before me is someone who can discern that I am the caster of this blizzard, and that it is not a natural occurrence. Are you another Freljordian mage, sent to kill me?"
 * "I am not a denizen of Freljord, but I am a mage." The caped figure disrobes her cape, showing the mage her true form. But the man only scoffs.
 * "Hah, so a succubus comes to take my neck? How pitiful. I've taken down many assassins who has hunted my head for destroying their villages, but you women... are nothing more than a fire dancer in my eyes," the man cackles.
 * "Thus, it seems your mind has cleared over the years, oh sage. You were once a man of dignity, helping the Avarosan take back their lake, but now you are poison by the evil cast by the Ice Witch," the lady witch huffs in dissappointment.
 * "Ice Witch? I listen to no one but myself! There is no mage stronger than I in the Freljord! You say that you are not of this land, so I shall pity that you will die not in your homeland!"
 * "Homeland? I don't... have such a home anymore."
 * "...How bland," the man sighs. "Even then... die!"
 * The man, having amassed all of his mana during the terse conversation, throws forward a sphere of mana. The witch can see that in this sphere is enough mana to freeze a pack of yaks to death. But she does not flinch.
 * Crash! The spells hits the witch head on and the man rejoices to see that the witch is fully encased in ice.
 * "Another one dead! As boring as it is, it never seizes to dissatisfy me in taking another li-," the man passionately monologues, only to notice that the ice recedes upon the witch's body. The ice does not melt, instead crawling on her body towards her right hand.
 * "To rejoice in killing off your victim with one spell? I believe that you are the boring one here, oh sage," the witch taunts the mage. And to her calling, the mage responds.
 * "Impossible!" the mage shouts, yet he wastes no second to conjure another spell. But before he can complete his chant, the witch sends forth a trail of flames that melts the snow below. To this, the mage trades his mana to create a wall of ice, causing the trail of fire to end.
 * "You do well, oh sage," the witch playfully compliments. This comment alone annoys the mage. But when the ice wall he had made dissipates, he notices something that he has never seen before.
 * "Wait... how?" the mage staggers. "How... can you accumulate a spell such as that in so little time?"
 * Before the mage, he sees large shards float above the witch. But these are no normal shards. As the mage had deduced, these are shards of ice-fire, cold as icebergs yet hot as the flames of hell. Such a spell would take any mage at least minutes of concentration to ready.
 * "How, you ask?" the witch gazes at the mage with a chuckle. Immediately she demonstrates how she had done this. She raises her right hand, showing the mana she had collected from being frozen. From it, the mana swirls up, mixing with her own spell of flame. But the mage can see that through this mixture, a vortex of energy is being spun and colliding. Energy so volatile that if released could destroy a cliffside in seconds. Yet, the witch contains the energy as it floats up into the air, forming into more shards of ice-fire.
 * "How... no, who are you? No mage can simply mix two pools of mana into such a pure form. Even I... I..." the mage stutters. "All I can do is form two spells together in hopes that they compliment each other..."
 * Hearing how the mage fears her now, the witch starts to laugh. "I expected more from you, oh sage. But it seems like your heart has truly weakened from your thirst for power... good bye."
 * The witch tosses forward the shards toward the mage. The mage in reaction dodges out of the way, causing the shards to destroy his hut. From the impact of the shards, blue fire erupts consuming everything in its wake. The mage attempts to conjure a new spell, but due to his wavering thoughts, he is unable to pull together a decent spell. Seeing how desperate the mage is, the witch only chuckles in response.
 * "Let me help you," the witch says in a tempting voice as she stretches her hand out. Upon doing so, the bit of mana the mage could assume explodes into a mist of sleet, digging into the mages skin and body. The mage screams in pain as he suffers from the imbalance of his own spell caused by the witch. And after a few moments, his body is completely frosted over, frozen to the core. :As a sign to the mage's death, the blizzard around quells, revealing a beautiful landscape and the setting sun. The witch looks at the scenery around, taking in the glamorous beauty of it all. But she too notices the ugly truth of this territory. As she walks towards where the shards had shattered the mage's hut, she sees that in the snow the remains of corpse. Among them are bodies of likely assassins, but she sees the bodies of animals and children that she had expected. This mage was beyond saving, and these bodies were in need of a righteous burial.
 * And to answer that thought, the witch casts a spells, carrying the bodies with the wind. With the lift of her other hand, holes within snow and ground appear into witch she slowly lays each body in. As she lets the ground shift to bury each body, she conjures together a mix of the element in her palms. Upon pressing this mixture onto the ground, a field of snow-flowers bloom on top of the graves in response to the radiance of her mana.
 * "Rest in peace," the witch prays for a moment to the dead before walking away. And as she passes by the mage's frozen corpse, she simply flicks it, causing it to shatter away, with all the pieces being carried into the wind.

My god... I love to write don't I? <("=.=), Didn't expect to write this much...