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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 17:11:24 GMT -5
After being shown to the warehouse, she did a touch of shopping in the central markets. Several trips were made back and forth as she lugged the precious metals and gems from the market. Once set up she acquired some cotton from the passing trade caravan, hiring some Skaldi to lug the mass of cloth to the warehouse as well. Thoroughly supplied, she set to work. Her first order of business, she wanted to determine the properties of moonstone. She knew some gems had magical properties, but she was uncertain as to their nature. She pulled one out and began to scrutinize the small stone, rolling it around in her hands, observing the colors and textures, the flaws, before she turned her observations to more magical methods. She probed it gently with magic in an attention to elicit some type of response that would help her identify anything the gem might do.
K=13, artificial I, jeweler I, channeling 1, simple or easy (cheapest stone out there)
Threshold in the 38-58 range? _epEsMI8
The gemstone 's mysteries eluded her, but she would persevere. It was an important first step as a jeweler. Once more she sent out tendrils of magic this time attempting to draw something back to herself that would indicate it's charm.
Skill save: skill 11 or so
So it detects enemies. Something like that could be useful, even more so if she could tweak it just a bit. If it could tell if enemies are present why couldn't it do so for other things? Another time. She had little use for a weapon, she needed to work on her magic for defense, but a weapon is also a tool. She pulled one of her shorts words out, this would be a test, the craftsmanship wasn't great, perhaps the blacksmithing lord could make something better. She wished to add silver decorations as though the handle were sprouting silver roots running along the blade, a setting for a gem at the base as though the moon casting down its silvery glow on the hilt. It should raise the blades affinity for magic and allow her to add one of the moon stones to the blade, a proof of concept more than anything else.
Jeweler I, forge +5, weaponsmithing? (Untrained) k=13, difficulty unknown. Shortsword, 1 silver ingot, 1 moonstone ··
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Post by Azuloth on Sept 18, 2015 8:29:09 GMT -5
Results: -Moonstone: detects monsters.
Results: -Gilded Moonstone Blade -Detects Monsters. -No stat changes.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 18, 2015 16:00:29 GMT -5
-Allyria will not be present in this thread until she returns from Skaraptica Resource Run. Vekkia instead will be the active character here.
After Allyria had shown the others to the house on Vayar avenue and to the Warehouse/Workshop on Undal street, she went off with Tyr to gather materials by the forest, taking her own gear and weapons, as well as her horse. This left Vekkia and the two children in charge of the situation there at the workshop. Both of the children were human, and Vekkia most certainly was not. This also created a second problem, Vekkia did not speak Cruic. She did however speak Drokagr, a lot, and very fluently. This was not so bad though, Lily and Grayson were starting to pick up the language from Allyria and Vekkia, where Allyria had done the teaching, and Vekkia proving to be the test of their knowledge. The Lady was hesitant to start learning Cruic. But it would be the most common language she would encounter. Her resistance, she knew, was futile. But at this point it didn't matter. She didn't have a good enough grasp of it. So the girl, Lily, who was better than Grayson at both languages, did the interpreting. Vekkia sat and overlooked the books, doing some basic accounting and fielding questions from the children or the others there in the workshop. Anyone who needed lodging was either free to seek their own, or free to take a room in Novora manor. Vekkia would have preferred that the Arrendar was not at the forge, but she could do nothing about Allyria's hospitality. It was only polite. She didn't have to like it though. "Whatcha makin' lady?"Grayson asked the Elkagr woman. He was eight, with light brown hair and equally brown eyes. Lily was to be found with Vekkia, watching her do her job. -"So far, Allyria has driven this business into the ground. Barely any income, huge expenses."-
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Post by Deleted on Sept 18, 2015 20:58:28 GMT -5
Children, it was a toss as to how she felt about any given child. At times she would ignore their existence entirely, others where she would treat them with great disdain, but every once in a while, a child would trigger something in her that she didn't quite understand. It was a simple question, and if asked by an adult she would have given them a look that would allow her to save her breath, it was a look that she almost gave to the child, but when her eyes met the childs she remembered many years before when she was about the size of the child before her. She was in her fathers workshop, he usually didn't like to be disturbed while he worked, but she was the exception. She remembered asking her father the very question the child was now asking her, she remembered her father sitting her on his lap and showing her the tools of his trade and describing what he was making to her. It was a fond memory.
Her generally stern look softened, "Wouldn't you like to know." She said to the child as she displayed the blade she had just finished for the child to see. "I'm not quite done yet if you would like to watch." She returned to her work. The stone currently held the enchantment, but she would like to use it for other purposes. Perhaps the blade itself could hold the enchantment? It wouldn't hurt to try. She began to once more draw out the enchantment, this time pushing it into the silver veins running along the blade. Would it take?
K=13, Artificing I, Channeling I, Jeweler I?; Difficulty, I would like to guess easy? Moving the enchantment from the moonstone to the silver setting itself. Threshold 43?
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The whole process was probably boring to watch, or perhaps not... she wasn't sure, it would really depend on the child. The enchantment was more resilient than she had thought, having never transferred an enchantment she was merely working from theory, but it should have been sound. She tried to remember something that might help her as she tried to grasp at the enchantment, but it was to no avail, the enchantment would not be moved. "Well that didn't work."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 19, 2015 11:12:44 GMT -5
Grayson stared as she worked her magic. Despite the fact that she failed he was still somewhat amazed. The only other person he knew that could work magic was Allyria. It was amazing, though Allyria's magic was particularly terrifying from what he had witness. Bright colors and crystal thorns tearing bits of out of monsters and holding them in place. It was different than this.
"You can do magic too huh?"
Lily and Vekkia poured over the books, trying to find out if Allyria had stashed some kind of money away in the company to pay for such expenses. To no avail. The scholar deduced that the proprietor of A&F Ventures was using her own personal funds to pay for the company's expensive tastes. Including the land purchase in the southeast, which she was going to have to start working on herself. Her primary function was management after all. She could do a little land management herself. Once tools were distributed to the people, orders would follow, and they'd be on their way to stability. Vekkia wondered how much Allyria had stashed away in the banks.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 19, 2015 12:22:58 GMT -5
Too? This was Allyria's warehouse, was she too a mage? She hadn't mentioned it before, but it was entirely possible. "Yes, I can do magic. While this version is one of my more useful talents," She leaned a bit closer and said in a quiet voice, "It is most certainly not my most intersting." She wasn't sure what her reasoning was, perhaps she was just in the mood to show off, but needed a touch of goading. Whatever her reasoning, she was intending to invoke the child's curiosity.
She turned back the gilded blade, the enchantment still residing within the stone. She began going over the arcane formulae in her mind. Where had she gone wrong? Did she remember one of the constants incorrectly? Had she miscalculated one of the variables? Everything seemed to check out in her mind. Perhaps she had simply not applied the formulae correctly. Perhaps. She set about once more to transfer the enchantment to the silver instead of the gemstone. She probed it with her magic so that she might more efficiently draw the enchantment out and place it on the blade.
K=13, Artificing I, Channeling I, Jeweler I?, Difficulty Unknown.
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Skill save (11) (assuming this failed)
Once more the enchantment eluded her, perhaps she needed to take a break, try her hand at something else for a moment. She hadn't tried summoning anything since her time at the academy, if she could still manage it, it would probably entertain the child... or scare him... but she didn't consider the latter. What to summon? A copy of the boy? She wasn't sure... she could try at least. With the boy present it might make summoning the copy all the easier.
K:13, Summoning I, Thaumaturgy I, Difficulty Unknown
Hah, it worked! A duplicate of the little boy now stood next to the original and waved. She smiled, thinking the boy would be as entertained as she would have been to see such magic at his age. "More unteresting, no?"··
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Post by Azuloth on Sept 19, 2015 13:30:45 GMT -5
Results -Failure -Failure -Success.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 20, 2015 7:30:51 GMT -5
The woman was at first charming, then pretty terrifying. Grayson was looking at a copy of himself. Something went wrong in his brain and he stood there silent. If it were a computer it was stalled on a process it had never run into before and had no memory. As his brain worked through it suddenly terror dawned on his face, and he screamed and ran away. He took shelter behind Vekkia's desk, causing her all sorts of disturbance.
She was not happy.
-"Why are you so loud? Quiet down. What's wrong, explain yourself."-
"What do you mean she's going to take your soul, Grayson?"
"Look! Over there! She made a copy of me and is going to take my soul with it!"
-"He says the Arren'El is trying to take him?"-
-"Kidnapping? Why? He's useless."-
"Why is she trying to take your soul?"
"JUST LOOK, STUPID!"
"Oh...?"
-"Oh, a summon. So she's a mage then. I bet she doesn't know that most people here have never seen magic before."-
Indeed. But Vekkia wasn't going to fill her in. And now Lily was keeping her healthy distance by Vekkia's desk. Grayson was clearly at wits end, so he was even more useless than he was before. Vekkia went back to working on the books. Calculating the appropriate taxes that the company would have to pay based on incomes and expenses. Right now the books were so in the negatives for the company that the company should probably get money back, or go belly up.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2015 7:29:08 GMT -5
She was at a loss, the boy had run away screaming. Had she gotten something wrong? She went and inspected the facsimile of the boy, it appeared to her a mirror image of the boy. She was quite baffled, but she shrugged it off. Hopefully the distraction was exactly what she needed. She returned to her work bench to once more attempt to transfer the cursed enchantment from the jewel to the silver that ran along the blade.
Attempt 1: K=13, Artificing I, Channeling I, Jeweler I?, Difficulty Unknown; Threshold: 43 or less.
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The moons be damned, the enchantment would not budge. She had read of this procedure and knew it would be no simple task, but she had never expected it to be this difficult. She wanted the blade to be a mana reservior, but at the rate she was going it would still be a moderately useless blade at the end of the day that merely glowed when enemies were near. She wasn't sure how much she liked that particular feature, I mean it is nice to know when enemies are around, but if the damned thing glows all willy nilly then the enemies know where you are too. She had already enchanted a blade with light, and this particular flaw in design had been pointed out to her, she wasn't even 100% sure she wanted to keep the enchantment, but she figured she wasn't exactly the best at hiding anyways.
She decided to write everything out, from beginning to end... all of the formulae involved. She checked her math and computations, she accounted for the materials involved. She wished she had a reference book with her so she could double check her constants and to ensure she was using the correct formulae, but alas she was forced to work from her head. After running through everything she found a few places where she might be going wrong, so she tweaked the formula just a bit, and hoped that it would work this time.
Attempt 2: K=13, Artificing I, Channeling I, Jeweler I?, Difficulty Unknown; Threshold: 43 or less.
Once more the enchantment eluded her, she threw her blade across the room and cleared her desk rather abruptly, yelling in frustration as she did. She went and retrieved her blade and proceeded to yell in elkagr at the hilt where the moonstone was set. "WHY WON'T YOU JUST LET GO OF YOUR ENCHANTMENT?!?! DO YOU DESPISE ME?!?! DID I DO SOMETHING TO PISS YOU OFF?!?! GHAAAAA!!!!" and the blade went flying once more. Once more she retrieved the blade, "HOW ABOUT YOU JUST DO WHAT I WANT!!! IS THAT SO DIFFICULT?!?!"
And then she was calm again, she returned to her desk. She picked up her supplies and notes, reordered them, and went back through them once more. She had to be missing something...
Attempt 3: K=13, Artificing I, Channeling I, Jeweler I?, Difficulty Unknown; Threshold: 43 or less.
(going under the assumption of success, if it fails then I will amend the final paragraph(s)
And missing something she had been. Passion, intent. She had been so focused on accomplishing the task, but not thinking about why she was doing this. It was just a test run she had been telling herself, this isn't going to be something that I use, with thoughts like those it was no wonder it had taken so long. It was only when she got so frustrated with the task that she could finally say she truly had the intention of moving the enchantment from the stone to the blade itself. The task had taken far more effort than she had anticipated so she laid her head down on the desk to rest for a bit.··
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Post by Azuloth on Sept 23, 2015 17:42:41 GMT -5
Results: Nadera -Failure -Failure -Success
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 23, 2015 18:11:20 GMT -5
When the weapon was thrown across the room the first time the children gasped, and Vekkia looked up from her books to actually watch the Elkagr in the room. A person she had paid no more attention to than necessary. The second time she threw the weapon across the room in a fit of anger her expression went blank. She was taking the information in. Arrendar were unstable, was what she decided. Unstable like children. Unable to contain their emotions or at least without the tools to do so. She went back to the books.
Then the shouting started. Vekkia covered her ears, the children followed suit.
The place was eerily quiet after that. Not even the turn of the page. Vekkia was waiting for the next thing to happen. The other shoe to drop, the sword to fly across the room again. She wasn't sure what Allyria would do, so she sat in her chair and stay there. Her place wasn't to bother those on the team unless they were mistreating the facilities. The Elkagr was only mistreating her own things. It wasn't her place to say anything.
So she was quiet, as were the children. They were quiet for different reasons.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 24, 2015 8:18:20 GMT -5
The building was eerily quiet. Good. She supposed her outburst might have alarmed some (or all) of the individuals currently present, she didn't have time for such considerations. She needed to get back to work. She still needed to enchant the blade. Now that the blade had a reservoir for magical energy, it might serve her well to give it a method to charge. Perhaps she could find a way to allow the blade to draw from the ambient magical energy that pervaded the world. It would certainly not be a simple enchantment, so she set about to her calculations. It was time consuming, it was tedious, and the desk became a mound of cluttered papers as she realized on several occasions that her calculations were all wrong and she had to start over. Eventually, she settled on one particular formula that seemed promising, with that formula she tried to enchant the blade.
Attempting to grant the blade a passive mp regeneration of 5/round that fills the gemstone reservoir, when the reservoir is full the regeneration would not function.
K=13, Thaumaturgy I, Artificing I, Arcane I, Channeling I? (The casting itself is Thaumaturgy, but the enchantment would possibly involve Channeling) Threshold: Somewhere between impossible and 53 ULISJA21
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Post by Azuloth on Sept 24, 2015 18:59:20 GMT -5
Results: Nadera -Impossible. -Silver lacks any remaining enchantment slots. Gemstones do not carry enchantment slots despite natural properties.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 24, 2015 19:07:13 GMT -5
Vekkia was putting together requests for materials. It would be ludicrous to expect to pay those that would return those ingredients for Allyria's crafting as more than what they were worth on the common market. For example, why pay fifty ritz for a piece of iron only worth seven? There was no need, and no expectation. The trouble was putting the writing into a language that the common people understood. Vekkia spoke and wrote in Drokagr. She had the draft together. It was just the translation she would require. Allyria could help her with that, if Allyria knew High Cruic. Which, she was certain her friend had only learned the basics of the spoken language. At least well enough to communicate with the people.
Writing was a whole other matter.
The boy spoke up.
"Do you think the elf lady is safe?"
"I think she just has trouble, like most elves."
-"What's he saying?"-
-"Saying whether or not we think the Arren'El is safe."-
-"The Arren'El is what she is. We barely know her. Best to keep your distance until she proves herself stable and trustworthy."-
"Vekkia thinks we should be cautious, but friendly."
"As long as she doesn't try to take my soul."
"No one's going to try to take your soul."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2015 12:37:22 GMT -5
What was she thinking? The silver was incapable of holding additional enchantment. Wasted effort, wasted time. The blade already served a purpose she supposed. It would let her know if enemies were near, and would serve as a reserve for her magic. She would name the blade Luna. It was not so much a weapon as a tool. She would have to wait for the "Duke" to return from the woods before she would have a suitable weapon. In the meantime, she was not one to wear armor so she set about to make herself clothes that were both functional and fashionable.
This dress was much more elaborate than her current one, sewn together and decorated with gold thread. Clasp, a single gold button with a setting for a gemstone. She had no need for another moonstone item herself, so in this instance she would leave it empty, placing an appropriate gemstone there once acquired.
Materials: 10 bolts of cotton (simple), 1 gold ingot K=13, Tailoring II, Jeweler I (not sure how difficulty works, I would like to think simple, but i feel the gold might make it less.)
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Skill Roll: (nevermind) already used all my saves for this thread...
Or at least she tried to, something went wrong; it did not turn out how she had pictured it in her head; not in the least. There was an extra arm, it was sewn together where there should have been open, and myriad of other problems that she did not even want to ascertain. She didn't have the gumption to try and salvage it, the dress was a complete loss. A very pricey, complete loss. She threw her failure across the room such that she would not have to acknowledge it.
Back to the drawing board. She wanted it to be elaborate but functional, undeniably fashionable, but able to hold enchantments that would make it much more than it seemed. There was much cutting of fabric, there was much sewing, there was the drawing of wire and the spinning of thread. There was stitching and threading, and all manner of things that the author of this particular paragraph is probably forgetting as he does not himself sew or work metal.
Materials: 10 bolts of cotton (simple), 1 gold ingot
K=13, Tailoring II, Jeweler I
(possibly a success, maximum threshold is 58)
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