Adventures in Nyhavn

Upon his return, and with surprising speed, Varian set about constructing a small mansion with several classrooms and towers. Workers flowed to and from the city along with students, a few teachers, and other faculty. All the while Varian was busy attending to other pressing matters, most pertaining to an inconceivable new threat, but he took the time to make sure his school and residence was coming along nicely. Soon it would be free-floating and ready to traverse the planes, but for the moment his focus was elsewhere.

Varian stood beside a table within his office, which was itself situated within a gigantic tree in the courtyard. A crystal vial filled with a crimson liquid was hovering in the air as he studied its properties carefully under intense magical scrutiny. The process had not been easy, his nights the last month dedicated to unlocking this particular secret. Of course he could do it, having exploited many exceptions to the normal rules of magic before, but this one was different. He murmured a few more words in the language of magic, the syllables flowing from his lips like water in a stream. Symbols flashed before his eyes, and he performed the necessary hand gestures without even devoting a thought to it.

The magical matrix he had laid upon the floor glowed to life, its symbols swirling as they rose to encompass the Arcanist and his specimen. Finally!, he thought, Finally this ritual has been laid properly! I knew that Axiom #337 was malleable, that even those whose blood was touched with the barest caress of magical creatures could have that potential unlocked. He smiled as the energy was sucked into the vial of his blood, setting it to simultaneously freeze and boil as it turned fiery orange and deep purple. As the magic enveloped him, he gasped, the sensation like electricity. 

Thankfully the spell didn't set his flesh to freezing or boiling, a phenomenon Varian wasn't entirely sure wouldn't happen. Instead his body was suffused with a pale orange light. Apparently, though he had detected two distinct magical lineages within his system, it would be the more fiery of the two that emerged from dormancy. Maybe, with a bit more time, the secrets of the other will be unlocked to me.. he thought, flexing his fingers. Just for practice he shot a small bolt of fire at a nearby bin. The paper within burst into merry flames. With a thought and another gesture those flames were quickly extinguished. He grinned, then set about cleaning the floorspace of the circles and formulae that had been used to unlock the power of his bloodline.