Novora Manor

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 22nd, 200ATD
Evening
-Vayar Avenue, Novora Manor

Allyria had accomplished a lot in a day. She had arrived in Morith early in the morning with her companion. As was the plan all along. Then she had purchased several properties around the city, her pride being the very house she was standing in. It was a nice building, sturdy in its construction. There was a bare bones kitchen in the back, a pit, a spit, a table and chairs. Enough to make some soup on, but not an actual kitchen to be proud of. She would not invite guests over until that was rectified. The living room was in the front of the house, next to the entry hall. On the other side of hall from the living room was an empty room. Next to that room on the same side of the hall was another empty room, and another. Next to the living room was the dining room, and next to that was the laughable kitchen.

At the back of the house was what was supposed to be a drawing room or a small ballroom from its size. The second floor had bedrooms, eight, none of them livable.

They'd still be camping out on the floor until the bedrooms were furnished.

There was a sizable attic and basement for storage.

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Sitting in the kitchen, the only room in the whole fucking house with furniture, Allyria set about her work. She stared down at the design in her journal, and worked on the leather that she had in front of her. The project? To create a backpack for traveling. A travel pack if you will.

She selected six pieces of leather and used her Tanner's knife to cut them. Two strips for the straps. Two more strips for buckles. A large flap for the top of the backpack. A second flap for a smaller pouch. Then she cut a small pouch out of one of the sections of leather, and folded another into the large pouch. Her Tanner's needle and tanner's thread went to work that evening. For hours she labored. She fashioned a couple of buckles.

Numberless times she pricked her fingers with the needle. Swearing each time.

Her eyes strained by candle light.

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Stm: 44/45
MP: 168/173 -5

Crafting Traveling backpack from 6 uncut leather.

Uncut Leather: Simple (+30), Tanner 1 +5, Knowledge, +15, Threshold: 50

xt9qRsdL -Success!

Sudden Sight
-Failure

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Traveler's Backpack
-Slots: 6
-Reqs: 12 Str, 6 Agi, 6 K·

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 23rd, 200ATD

After having worked long into the night Allyria fell asleep at the kitchen table. She drooled all over her new backpack. It was complete, and it was perfect. She loved it. The leather pack had plenty of space to store things. Waking up was a hassle. Sluggishly she picked herself up from the kitchen table and ambled over to the pit and spit. There she hung a cast iron pot from the spit and poured some water inside. With the kitchen fire lit, she waited for the water to boil before adding some lentils, potatoes, and carrots.

They didn't have much food. Allyria didn't think of going to the grocer when she got into Morith. Girl needed to eat though.

As she waited for the food to cook she went and retrieved one of the moonstones she bought. Looking at it she found nothing out of the ordinary about it. It was a pretty, shiny rock. The rock was blueish white, with tinges of what appeared to be dark blue or purple in it. Interesting colors. She imagined Fabre would want to crush it to make paints. Or hopefully her friend would want to use it in jewelry.

There was some testing she wanted to do with the stone however. Calling on her slight knowledge of artificing, she reached into the stone with her grasp of the power to discover its properties. Little did she know she was attempting to tap her divining powers as well, searching the past, present, and future of the object.

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Stm: 43/45 -1
MP: 163/173 -5

Divinining properties of Moonstone:
Divination II: +10, Knowledge: +15, Artificing I: +5
Threshold: 30

pPUUR5Xu --Success!

Sudden Sight
-Failure

Allyria Discovers:
Moonstone glows when enemies approach.

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[Allyria Allenmorde]

She returned from Kable's trade caravan several hours later. The whole house smelled like stew. When she went back to the kitchen she discovered half of it was gone.

Fabre was here... probably... she's the only other person with the key.

Paranoid polly over here went around the whole house after that making sure it was locked up. It was. No one had broken in while she was gone. Good. That meant that it was Fabre. That was good news. Allyria only kept tabs on her friend so much as to have an idea as to where the girl went in case she turned up dead or missing or something. Allyria cared, but she wasn't going to go chasing, dammit.

Anyway, the half-breed had some stew, and then set to work.

Clothing was a must. She wanted to use the new cotton she had acquired just recently. First she measured herself, and wrote down those measurements. Then cut a piece of leather to the measurements of her hands, as well as cotton. She seriously layered up on the leather and cotton as well. She wanted the gloves to be warm, and sturdy. The backs of the now gauntlets were layered and tough, as were the knuckles. The forearms had layers on the top and the bottom. Inside was nice warm cotton to insulate her. She sewed, and cut, and sewed, and cut.

The design in her head coming to life.

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Stm: 42/45 -1
MP: 158/173 -5

Crafting Leather & Cotton Gauntlets:
6 Leather, 3 Cotton.
Tailor I, Tanner I, Knowledge, Simple (both): 30+5+5+15 = 55

9LBU0Ij2 - Success

Sudden Sight
-Allyria can suddenly be assaulted at any time by visions of the past, present, or future.
-10% chance of this occurring.
-1-33 (Past) 34-67 (Present) 68-100 (Future)
-Passive MP Drain of 5 per turn.

*Divination I*
-Success
-The Future

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Allyria Crafted:

Rough Gloves
-DR: 33
-Cold Resist: 3
-Stat Reqs: 15 Str, 6 Agi, 6 Kno, 3 Cha

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Just as she finished her gloves her eyes went out of focus and she was somewhere else. Her body shivered and convulsed and she wound up on the floor, experiencing another time and place.

The vision wasn't particularly strong. She saw a few things.

There were flashes of light. Then she saw a man in a blood red mask and black cloak on top of a hill. Flash. Darkness. Flash. With the man now were other men. They looked bloody, and brutal. Swords, axes, pikes. Flash. Darkness. Blood dripping. She could smell blood. So much blood in the air. She heard screaming. The heat of flames. More screaming. Her focus looked down and she saw buildings burning.

She heard laughter. The twisted kind.

The vision started to fade. More flashes of light, followed by darkness.

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Then she was on the floor again, coughing. Allyria got up and dusted herself off. Then she got herself some more soup.

"I'm done with today... at least I got the gloves done."··

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 23rd, 200ATD
Late Evening

Allyria had found herself bored. Instead of just sitting around her house and doing nothing she had decided to make something. She had the gloves, now she needed to make the boots. The Half-drokagr didn't need the candle light, the room was perfectly well lit from what she could tell, even though the sun had gone down hours ago. Work would come easy to her.

With the measurements she had taken earlier in the day she cut the pieces of leather and cotton with her tanner and tailoring scissors. She used the same amount of material to proportion things out perfectly. Her design was a knee high boot that stockings could easily be tucked into for extra warmth.

After the cuts were made the sewing began. That took the longest, hours she stared at the needle, putting it through cotton and leather.

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Stm: 41/45 -1
MP: 153/173 -5

Crafting Leather & Cotton Greaves:
6 Leather, 3 Cotton.
Tailor I, Tanner I, Knowledge, Simple (both): 30+5+5+15 = 55

WO5f6Kvk -Failed.

Sudden Sight: <10

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Her creation was a mess though. She didn't get it right the first time. Somehow she managed to sew the one boot to the other one, while the simultaneously sewing the other boot shut. Sitting there, she realized how tired she must be. The vision from earlier, and making the gloves must have really taken it all out of her.

I need to go to bed... Ha... what bed?

She tried to sleep there in the kitchen at the table.·

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 26th, 200ATD
Evening

Allyria came home to her mostly empty home feeling successful. She had built a forge, and only fucked it up once. On top of that, she had gone shopping in sorath, and had her first experience with alcohol, and it didn't turn out too badly as far as she could tell.

Anyway, she had come home to try to see if she could pull off some more work with the leathers. Chiefly, those boots. But first, she wanted to try her hand at another bag. Gathering ingredients was fine, but one mostly came across dragonfruit when they were looking for food to eat. She could see the potential market. A bag that seemingly never ran out of space for dragonfruit. But only for dragonfruit. She got the leather together and started cutting. First, thin strips for the drawstrings. Then thicker strips for the ties, so it could be tied onto a belt or onto another bag. At worst, it could be tied over someone's body.

Then she worked a thin piece of scrap metal, punching holes in it and then threading it around the body of the bag. She put holes in the top of the bag for the drawstrings and thread them through, then she sewed the bag shut. With the bag shut, she engraved a symbol of a dragonfruit, then the Drokagr word for inifite underneath. She concentrated on the bag, and specifically on the piece of metal. Grasping the power available to her, she imprinted the effect she desired onto the bag. Will store infinite dragonfruit, only dragonfruit. Will store infinite dragonfruit, only dragonfruit.

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Crafting Dragonfruit Bag!
-1Leather, 1 Iron Ingot
Tanner I +5, Artificing I +5, Thaumaturgy I +5, Simple +30, Iron Smithing I +5, Knowledge: +20

Threshold: 70
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Allyria Allenmorde
Stm: 79/80
MP: 200/240 -5, -35

Artifact
-MP: 35

Sudden Sight

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Allyria Crafted:

Dragonfruit Bag
-Stores an infinite amount of Dragonfruit
-Dragonfruit: 0

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The bag was a complete success. The magic stuck to the bag like it was made for each other. There was a problem though, she felt herself slipping from this place and time and going to another. Her consciousness faded and she awoke somewhere else.

Allyria saw a normal looking guy at a forge. Cruinthian probably, and a skaldi. They were working the forge together. There was also a little boy. There was a fresh dagger being worked in the forge. Allyria sat down in the vision and watched. It wasn't long until she was back in her kitchen though. She wiped the drool from her mouth and set back to work.

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Vision Reference: Where even am I
-The posts that go Ssryl, Tyr, Ssryl on pg 2.··

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 26th, 200ATD
Late Evening

Allyria was a poor sleeper. Though she had tried to sleep again at the only table in the entire house, the seemingly only piece of furniture, she failed miserably. She was up and groggy in no time. It did not help that she could see perfectly well in the dark, just like the day. The room was equally bright as if it were sunlit through the window. It annoyed her.

Instead of just groggily sitting around her unfinished kitchen she began working on designs for it. A stone oven, repair the chimney, and stove, with thin stone counter tops. An actual hearth instead of a fire pit, which would feed into the same chimney for efficiency's sake. Cabinets, counter tops, and a pantry for different foods.

Once she was done sketching she went over to Undal street to retrieve the supplies. Having worked through the night to cut the stone, mix the mortar, and cut the timber she found the sun peaking up over the horizon. Several trips were made to bring the materials to the house. She had to practically take apart the old chimney to fix it in its disheveled and broken state. Then she brick by brick built her stove, oven, and hearth. Assembling the cabinetry was the hardest, as she was not a skilled carpenter by any means. When she was done she surveyed her work.

The whole of the cabinetry was lopsided. She should have measured twice and cut once. She swore, and went back to Undal street to gather the materials. The whole business even set the stove/oven and hearth off a few feet. She was miserable.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 78/80
MP: 195/240 -5

Crafting Kitchen:
2 Stone, 4 Oak (Wood)

Masonry (Unlearned), Knowledge +, Simple (stone) +30.
-Threshold: 50
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Sudden Sight
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[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 27th, 200ATD
Early Morning

Instead of putzing around and continuing to fuck up her kitchen Allyria took some of the materials she had gathered and started to do the wood working for the bedrooms. This was a process that would take all friggin' day. Beds (large), shelves, wardrobes, dressers, tables, chairs, more tables, night tables. While she was at it she also made furniture for the sitting room. Carefully carving the wood with her tools. The whole process took her from the early morning until the night. Furniture, though large, could only be constructed so far with wood. She also needed lacquer, and upholstery.

The upholstery was the hard part. She had contacted someone to come in and upholster her sitting room and drawing room furniture. The bedrooms, she could handle herself. Feather beds were easily made, acquire feathers, stuff sheet until full. Pillows were similar. Sheets were even easier. She did not have wool for heavy blankets. Only cotton for sheets.

By the time she was done she felt disgusting. It would be time for a bath. If she remembered, there was a bath at Sorath.

However, the bedrooms and furniture turned out exquisitely.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 78/80
MP: 190/240 -5

Building bedrooms, Knowledge: +20, Simple: +30
Threshold: 50
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Sudden Sight:
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[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 27th, 200ATD
Afternoon

Allyria having felt disgusting went to the neighborhood well and got several buckets of water. She poured the water into a basin in the living room, stripped down and scrubbed herself clean. It felt so good to finally be clean again. The last time she had been clean was at the Tesiak, the involuntary scrubbing via slamming into rocks and the rough waters, which was by her count about ten days ago. In Korasus she had a bath every day. With scents and oils.

When she was done she went up to her new bedroom to sleep. The bed was comfortable, and the gentle breeze rolled through the windows throughout the house.

Several hours later she woke up, not sure what time it was. She got up, got dressed, and went back down to the kitchen to plan her newest project.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 80/80
MP: 240/240 -5 +192

Sudden Sight
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[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 27th, 200ATD
Evening

Feeling the need to accomplish something Allyria set about designing her own body armor. She enjoyed her hand-me-down robes of course. They were comfortable, and they had so many pockets for her to use. But if she was going to go into the deep and dark places of the world looking for hidden knowledge she'd have to have something on her to keep her important bits from getting carved up. Some medium weight leather armor would do just fine. Much like her gloves. She measured her chest, bust, back, shoulders, abdomen and sides. Then cut the leather pieces according to her design.

The design would favor interwoven layers of hardened and soft leather. For both deflecting and absorbing blows. Arrows and other projectiles tended to fare better against harder targets with their piercing capabilities, and such would fare worse against a target that could easily absorb the energy of the weapon. The woven strips of the leather armor would do just that in theory. And much like an insect's carapace the hardened layers of the armor would help turn a blade away. She worked diligently cutting, and sewing, and interlocking her materials together. Lastly she bolted a piece of iron on the inside of the armor so it could hold an enchantment.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 79/80 -1
MP: 235/240 -5

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Making:

Gustshade (8 Uncut Leather, 1 Iron Ingot)
-DR: 48
-Stat Reqs: 20 Str, 10 Agi, 10 Kno
-Enchantment Slot

Threshold: Simple (30), Tanner I (5), Knowledge (20), Iron Smithing I (5), Armor Smithing (Unlearnt) : 60

MQJIYIL8 -Failed

Sudden Sight

-Failed

Skill Save: Threshold: 20

-Failed

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Gustshade was a ruin. She must have dozed off while she was working it. Allyria, frustrated, broke down the wasted materials into scrap and fuel for use later in something else.

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[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 27th, 200ATD
Evening, as soon as she returned.

Allyria, immediately after her failure, went back to Undal street and started working there. It occurred to her that she was not in the correct place to be working in the first place. Her kitchen, not even finished, lended to chaos of mind. Her workshop, with its functioning forge, was much more conducive to creativity.

Sometimes it was just about the environment.

She went back to work on her design for the armor, cutting, weaving, and sewing. Except this time she freshly forged a piece of metal to hold the enchantment. The smoke rose out of the chimney, and the embers took flight every time the bellows pumped air into the forge. She hammered the piece of red hot metal into a disk, punched holes in it for the needle and strip, then put it onto her creation. With luck, she would succeed in making a piece of armor worthy of her.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 78/80 -1
MP: 230/240 -5

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Making:

Gustshade (8 Uncut Leather, 1 Iron Ingot)
-DR: 48
-Stat Reqs: 20 Str, 10 Agi, 10 Kno
-Enchantment Slot

Threshold: Simple (30), Tanner I (5), Knowledge (20), Iron Smithing I (5), Armor Smithing (Unlearnt) : 60+5 From Forge

xsdmoXhT -Success!

Sudden Sight

-Failure!

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It was a success! Gustshade had held together through the whole process. She had made her first body armor. With her guantlets, and now this, she felt confident enough to put together the greaves she had intended to make in the first place. Once those were complete it was only a matter of time for her to be fully outfitted for dungeon diving. She imagined a helmet would not suit her. Perhaps a hooded cloak would make more sense for her. She was no rogue, but a helmet would screw up her hair, and that was something that she did not want in the least.

Allyria tested her armor next, putting it on a stand and taking her Arming Sword to it. She swung a wide cut at it and the blade glid across it harmlessly. Not a scratch on it, and it was not yet enchanted. It gave her an idea. Sometimes the best defense was to blend in with the crowd. And sometimes that was the best offense too.

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[Allyria Allenmorde]

Same time, moments after making Gustshade.

Allyria brought her new armor over to the work bench and started etching the piece of iron that had been fashioned with it. She knew how to harness the wind, the arcane powers, change her appearance, cause general magical effects, see things before they had come to pass, and of course impart magic onto an object. The question of which is what to do with Gustshade. Things turned over in her mind and it occurred to her that she didn't have the background knowledge necessary to impart the magic that was befitting for the armor. Instead, she simply slipped it on over her undershirt, and then her robes on over that. It made her busom look like it had grown a cup size... but that wasn't saying much. The armor was undoubtedly effective though, protecting her back, shoulders, sides, abdomen, and chest.

She slipped her gloves on, those covered all the way up to her elbows, and a little bit past without compromising her motion. The hardest parts of the gloves were the backs of her hands, and tops of the forearms. With her sleeves, and bandage wraps, as well as her regular clothing it would appear that she was unarmored. The knife she kept on her thigh was perfectly innocuous. Plenty of people carried daggers. However, the sword stood out.

It was also crap.

Her test against her own armor proved as much. If she couldn't hurt the armor that she had made herself, how could she expect to kill some foul best trying to tear her asunder with it.

No, it'd have to be improved upon.

She put the thing in the fire, and heated it. At the same time she heated another ingot. When the sword was hot she moved it over to where the ingot was melted, and put it in the same mold, the iron of both became one with the striking. She folded the blade over again, and over again. It was her real first time in forging a weapon. She was hoping it would turn out well enough.

She stuck it in the oil to cool when she was done, willing it not to break.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 77/80 -1
MP: 225/240 -5

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Forging Arming Sword with Iron Ingot:

Improved Arming Sword
-Dmg: 42
-Stat Reqs: 19 Str, 17 Agi, 14 K

Threshold: Simple (30), Iron Smithing I (5), Knowledge (20), Forge (5), Weapon Smithing (Unlearnt): 60

|hLX7_j2 -Success

Sudden Sight
-Failure·

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Thankfully the weapon did not break but was made stronger. She honed the edge the best she could. For some reason she still believed it would fall short of harming her own armor, but it had grown much heavier from the added metals. Still, it would suffice in that pinch that was sure to come. Cool, she swung the blade around like her father had taught her to. Up down, horizontally, diagonally, parries, blocks. Yes, the weight was good for her. It would help her build her strength up. Something she knew she sorely lacked.

Now it was time to finish her armor.

The greaves were the last step. She designed them like the gloves, and like the body armor Gustshade. The greaves were to come in two pieces, the boot, and the cuisses. The cuisses would protect the top and sides of her thighs, with lighter armor on the back and interior of the thigh so as to not hinder her movement. The boots would protect her feet, and lower legs, as well as her knees. She imagined she would need the hard points on the shins, knees, the top of the shoe, and the sole of the shoe.

She cut and sewed the leather into the form she wanted. Then she took a piece of iron and melted it down, hammered it into two separate discs, and sewed them into the boots after they cooled so they could hold enchantments. She didn't know what she'd put on the boots, but she wanted the option immediately available if she became inspired.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 76/80 -1
MP: 220/240 -5

Dungeon Walkers (8 Uncut Leather, 1 Iron Ingot)
-DR: 48
-Stat Reqs: 20 Str, 10 Agi, 10 Kno
-Enchantment Slot

Threshold: Simple (30), Tanner I (5), Iron Smithing I (5), Armor Smithing I (Unlearned), Knowledge (20), Forge (5): 65

dYu2Lx7d -Success!

Sudden Sight

-Failure!·

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 28th, 200ATD
Morning

Allyria came back to the warehouse with the cloak, scarf, and medicine bag. She took her tailoring skills to the races. With her needle, thread, and scissors she cut the scarf down into a face mask, and sewed it into the hood of the cloak. Then she replicated the medicine bag design with two more pieces of leather. That would account for five more vial sized slots for her to store either weapons or potions, and the two from the already intact medicine bag. Which made a total of seven. Then she shaped a piece of iron to hold enchantment, and sewed it over the face mask in two pieces so it could retain some flexibility.

The overall design would not only hide her identity while she was out looking for the most illegal of resources: Books. The cloak would hide her face, and provide some protection for her face, neck, and head. The cloak would also provide some warmth as well. Which would be very necessary at night on the road.

She dyed the whole thing scarlet red, painted parts of the mask red, and called it Scarlet's Visage.

That was what she would go by.

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Allyria Allenmorde
HP: 400/400
Stm: 74/80 -1
MP: 210/240 -5

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Scarlet's Visage
-DR: 22
-Cold Resist: 10
-Stat Reqs: 8 Str, 4 Agi, 4 Kno

Threshold: Tanner II (10), Tailor I (5), Simple (30), Knowledge (20), Iron Smithing I (5), Forge (5): 75

bIBoTjNq --SUCCESS!

Sudden Sight
--Failure!·

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 28th, 200ATD
Evening

She woke from a dead sleep, unaware of what she herself was doing. Dressed, and possessed by an burning will, Allyria left her home in the black of night. She needed no torch, she needed no light. Her eyes allowed her to perceive the darkness as if it were the edge of twilight. The half-breed went to her workshop, still not totally conscious of what she was doing. It was as if she was silent observer, dreaming it. When she reached the shop stoked the fire in the forge immediately and added more fuel.

Then she donned Scarlet's Visage.

"Better."

Allyria heard herself say. The voice was her own, but different. The quality of it was metallic and other-worldly.

The dream walking continued. She went to the stores and picked five ingots out of the stack, then heated them. Her consciousness was curious as to what her subconscious was forging. Still believing it was a dream her focused mind merely watched. As the iron glowed orange she took up her hammer and tongs. She hammered out a shaft four feet long and nearly an inch in diameter, rolling the iron into a perfect cylinder, with a short cylinder coming off at a seemingly awkward angle about where one of her hands would go. She bored three holes in the top of the shaft and two in the bottom. Then out of the excess iron from that she forged the five screws that would go in those holes. As the metal cooled she machined and threaded the screws.

Then she forged the second piece. Hammering out a short dagger with two holes in it to fit snugly into the bottom of the greater shaft. The rest of the iron was devoted to a long blade. It was curved, and rather than just the outside of it being angled to take an edge, the inside of the blade was also angled for an edge. The base of the blade, instead of being a simple fitting to fit snugly on the end of the shaft, and merely devoted for stabbing and slashing purposes like a spear, was also formed into a spike. This presented a slight engineering issue. One can not fit a spear blade snugly into a shaft if the part that is supposed to fit in is also a blade.

Then her consciousness realized what her subconscious was doing. The blade fit perfectly horizontally into the shaft. It was like a piece of farm equipment that was devoted entirely to killing. Everything about the weapon spoke to it's military capabilities.

Slashing. Two handed. The curve of both sides of the long edge of the blade would easily rip through flesh. The tip of the weapon, coupled with the two inward and outward curves of the blade was more than effective for piercing through armor. It wouldn't matter if she scored a direct hit with the tip of the weapon, either edge would rip a man in half, and slash through tough hide. The spike on the back of the head would be perfect for hammering through a shield what with all the weight behind it from the blade, and the position close to the shaft. The pressure coming from that little spike would be immense. The very bottom dagger point of the shaft would function as a basic spear.

But the main business end was the threshing head of the weapon.

Allyria, still thinking she's dreaming, sharpened the blades and the spike.

With the blades honed, she heated the screws, and put the weapon together.

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Allyria Allenmorde Scarlet
HP: 400/400
Stm: 73/80 -1
MP: 205/240 -5

Evolution (5 Iron Ingots, Scythe Build)
-Dmg: 50
-Stat Reqs: 20 Str, 10 Agi, 10 Kno

*Slashing, Ripping, Piercing, Two-Handed*

Threshold: +30 (simple: Iron), Iron Smithing II (+10), Knowledge (+20), Weapon Smithing (Unlearned): 60

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Sudden Sight
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[Allyria Allenmorde]

Floras 28th, 200ATD
Early Morning



It was such a romantic piece of art in her two hands. She was more fully awake now. But the strange quality to her voice was still there. Like there was a deeper presence of self. A greater self-awareness. She had her etching tools now, and was writing on part of the greater blade, the tips of her tools glowed a brilliant purple light. Instead of a simple rune or word, she invoked actual phraseology in her native tongue. It came out a little ugly and scrawled though.

"We are Lightning
Straying from the Thunder
Miracles of Ancient Wonder"

Allyria knew she didn't know how to conjure lightning. That power escaped her. However, that was not the usage she was going for in these terms. Lightning, the carrier of power. The Thunder, the source of the power. Thunder was also known as, in some very obscure usages of the word in Cruic as wrath. She knew that from her knowledge of legends. In her waking mind, as she was realizing that she was in fact not dreaming, but possessed by some inner will, she was invoking arcane arts.

However, she would normally never do something so bold as to invoke ancient arcane power directly onto a weapon such as this. This was a Scarlet thing. No... this was an other-worldly her. This was the her that was the metallic distortion in her voice. The strange quality that was distance, resonance, dissonance, and presence all at the same time.

Allyria could stop herself if she wanted to.

She didn't want to. Part of her was curious as to what would happen if she failed. Another part of herself was terrified she'd fail. Another part still was even more terrified and curious as to what would happen if she succeeded. The conflicting emotions were pushed aside and she finished etching the weapon.

When she was done, she called upon her powers, invoking both on the power of words, and on the power itself. She pressed her hands firmly against the etching. Her arms burned like fire and froze like ice at the same time. She breathed harshly and fast, eyes blazing. The arcane power within her was bursting forth. Purple flames erupted from her eyes. Her breath became smoky, and as it became thicker it burned like the fires of the forge. Its embers brilliant colors. So many colors.

Oh the power. It was overwhelming.

Yet she did not let go, nor break away. Blood dripped from her nostrils inside the mask, and then out from under it. The blue of her blood, which was not normal, was of a brilliant quality. She yelled and then the power subsided. The etching burned with the brilliant colors.

Allyria, now fully awake, still wearing Scarlet's Visage, was convinced that the weapon she just made by instinct and subconscious was of the stuff of legends. She dubbed it Bloody Evolution. After it's boundless and violent potential.

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Allyria Allenmorde Scarlet
HP: 400/400
Stm: 72/80 -1
MP: 170/240 -5 -30

Etching
Threshold: Simple (+30), Knowledge (+20), Literacy I (+5), Drokagr I (+5), High Cruic I (+5), Legends I (+5), Thaumaturgy I (+5), Artificing I (+5), History I (+5), Arcane I (+5): 90

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Artifact
-Allyria's magical powers allow her to impart certain kinds of magical properties onto the items she crafts. So long as she has the knowledge base for it. If the item is something she made herself, 1/2 the MP cost. If it is something someone else made then the threshold of success is the MP cost.

*Artificing I*

Bloody Evolution --Scythe Build
-Dmg: 50
-Aftershocks: Upon a hit the target suffers magic damage equal to 20% of the total damage or 20% of the weapon's base damage, whichever is greater.
-Stat Reqs: 20 Str, 10 Agi, 10 Kno

*Slashing, Ripping, Piercing, Two-Handed*


Sudden Sight
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