Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2015 20:36:13 GMT -5
Jonathon was enjoying the time he had to himself. The freedom to make his own schedule and be his own master was his own for now, it was something that he was not used to considering that all of his time up until now had been carefully organised for him and he'd been fit to a schedule made by another.
One thing that carried on though was his training, he didn't know whether it was from his own thoughts or from a deep ingrained sense that it was needed that had been placed in him from the years of training he'd already done, but for some reason it was what he spent the majority of his time doing anyway.
As had become normal for him he was out in the plains around Fordeth, seeing them as a place of quiet where he could work in peace on whatever he currently was working on, up until now he'd just been working on what little he knew, but now he was trying to put a new project into action.
Jonathon held out his left hand, his arming sword grasped in his sweaty grip, if this went wrong then all manner of things could happen, most of which he was completely unaware of, the amount of dark energies he was trying to gather could destroy the weapon, or even him, outright.
Jonathon held his right hand over the blade, holding it still for several seconds before he began. He started with drawing in the shadows around him as he normally did, taking them how he usually would and moulding them. The difference between this and how he normally worked was that this time he held it all in the one forearm, gathering all the magic he could muster in that one forearm. Darkness curled around his arm, the very skin turning into a purple so dark it could almost be considered black, warped by the dark energies gathered in it. Fire ran through his veins, yet still he carried on.
Gritting his teeth against the pain Jonathon finally released the pent up strength, shooting it out of his palm and into the sword, a stream of shadows flying from his palm and into his sword, filling the blade with dark energies.
The blade was held in shaky hands as Jonathon gasped for breath, sweat pouring in rivulets down his skin and soaking into his clothes, he had managed it it seemed, just about.
MP: 80/110 (-30)
SM: 35/36 (-1)
Enchant
-Jonathon imbues magic into an object of his choice
-Gives the object magical properties
MP Cost: 30
Artificing I Dark Arts II Channelling II
Arming Sword
Dmg:30
Enchantment: +20 Dark Dmg
One thing that carried on though was his training, he didn't know whether it was from his own thoughts or from a deep ingrained sense that it was needed that had been placed in him from the years of training he'd already done, but for some reason it was what he spent the majority of his time doing anyway.
As had become normal for him he was out in the plains around Fordeth, seeing them as a place of quiet where he could work in peace on whatever he currently was working on, up until now he'd just been working on what little he knew, but now he was trying to put a new project into action.
Jonathon held out his left hand, his arming sword grasped in his sweaty grip, if this went wrong then all manner of things could happen, most of which he was completely unaware of, the amount of dark energies he was trying to gather could destroy the weapon, or even him, outright.
Jonathon held his right hand over the blade, holding it still for several seconds before he began. He started with drawing in the shadows around him as he normally did, taking them how he usually would and moulding them. The difference between this and how he normally worked was that this time he held it all in the one forearm, gathering all the magic he could muster in that one forearm. Darkness curled around his arm, the very skin turning into a purple so dark it could almost be considered black, warped by the dark energies gathered in it. Fire ran through his veins, yet still he carried on.
Gritting his teeth against the pain Jonathon finally released the pent up strength, shooting it out of his palm and into the sword, a stream of shadows flying from his palm and into his sword, filling the blade with dark energies.
The blade was held in shaky hands as Jonathon gasped for breath, sweat pouring in rivulets down his skin and soaking into his clothes, he had managed it it seemed, just about.
MP: 80/110 (-30)
SM: 35/36 (-1)
Enchant
-Jonathon imbues magic into an object of his choice
-Gives the object magical properties
MP Cost: 30
Artificing I Dark Arts II Channelling II
Arming Sword
Dmg:30
Enchantment: +20 Dark Dmg