Felix Caelus

Felix's magic isn't malicious, it isn't aggressive... So why does Harrowheart feel so bizarre? So anxious? It's like a sudden cloud has appeared above him portending ominous weather. It calls to him to stay peaceful. To do no harm. To obey.

That's what it is. The familiar sensation of having his mind overwhelmed by someone else's magic. The reality of being no longer in control of his own actions. He only has a second to recognize it and fear the implications before it has him enthralled. He will do no harm in this circle. His eyes glaze over, his focus grows distant. He stands before Felix ready to listen and cooperate, doing no harm in any fashion. Doing... Not much of anything, honestly. His lips part slightly and he stares in placid, dutiful waiting.

His runeblades are not quite as content to be so controlled. Isn't it insulting enough that this Nexus has an anti-violence field? Now they have to be ordered by some other caster to deny even attempting to fulfill their purpose? Felix's earlier nod in their direction had momentarily stopped their buzzing, but now they rattle and produce a wild light show with the glowing of their runes. Until, that is, the binding takes hold. Powerful, mystical artifacts that they may be, in the end they cannot deny the call to obey. They cease their movement, though the runes remain bright, not flickering but steadily lit. They will do no harm. If they have to.