Tom Mazanec wrote:Lux can be a pretty good weapon. We know it can do telekinesis at a distance. What if a Racconnan were to reach inside your brain or heart and SQUEEZE?
Distance is one thing, penetration another. Larry Niven's "Gil the A.R.M." aside, telekinesing someone's heart or brain requires being able to sense those parts to aim at them. It's much faster, and a whole lot easier, to work with something already visible: Throwing rocks or knives at the enemy, or (if you have enough power) your enemy at a tree, for example.
Conversely, Lux is almost universal in Rac Cona Daimh society (excepting Lux-blind individuals like Linnaeus), so your opponent has the means to deflect your assault once he understands what's happening. And all of this, naturally enough, takes energy.. anyone but me read the "Pegasus" books by Anne McCaffrey? Using Lux to pick something up and throw it requires exertion.
A "wizard classic", of course, is turning your foes' weapons against them... not because it's useful, mind you, but because it's dramatic. It shows you've got power and control to spare. You grab their weapon and swing it against them with your power. It does little damage, not having the fulcrum of the shoulders and hips to work with... but it's very dramatic, and might get rid of the fainthearted ones before they get close enough to put a crossbow bolt through your ribcage.
There's another reason it's not very popular, too...
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Maxwell reached out with his Lux, found his target, and...
... was thrown to the ground by the Guardsman's wooden practice sword, his head reeling as blood seeped from a shallow cut above his left ear. "Stand up, boy", the Guardsman ordered... Gilroy, his name was, as Maxwell's battered brain slowly remembered. "What possessed you to stand there and die, then?"
"I... I was...", stammered Maxwell, his head aching almost too much to form a coherent thought. "I was... trying... Lux, I..."
The Guardsman nodded. "I see. Heh." A smile curled around his muzzle. Gilroy nodded again. "Well, before I send you off to get that cut doctored, let me give you a piece of advice."
Maxwell nodded and sat down, unsteady as before. Gilroy continued.
"Magic's fine an' good, boy, all fine an' good. But it takes time, hard work, and attention... an' if you take those things away while you're standin' there facin' an enemy, y'might as well have slit your own throat." He leaned down and tilted Max's head back to look in the boy's eyes. "I know it hurts, lad, but try to remember this: Lux takes time. A sword takes a lot less. 'S why wizards stay back an' throw spells like an archer throws arrows, or a slingman stones. Tricks are fine if your enemy isn't right up in your face, sharing breath with you; but if he is, the most powerful spell in the world won't help if y'don't live t'cast it. Understand?"
Maxwell nodded, his mind simplifying it to,
Standing around casting spells when someone's swinging a sword at you is stupid... a good, and rather accurate representation of the lesson.
"Now go an' get that cut looked at. Practice's done for t'day."
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Yours truly,
The imaginative,
Wanderer