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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 1:42:38 GMT
 | Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100% |
Dorian eagerly stepped into the small shop on the street-side, the smell of mana wafting into his nostrils as he closed the door behind him. "This is the place," he muttered under his breath, his head turning to glance around the room at the various bits and bobs that rested on shelves strewn about the store; trinkets and gears and mechanical pieces that contained remnants of technology as well as the hint of magic underlying them. At the very back of the store was a large desk, no doubt designed to be where transactions would take place. Nodding his head, the Shaman stepped forward towards it, gently tapping his hand over the bell that lay dormant atop the desk and hearing it ring with a melodic hum.
"I'll be out in just a moment!" A voice, rather eccentric in it's tone, echoed out from the door behind the desk that had been left slightly ajar; Dorian leaned out to one side to peek in, but the lighting beyond was too haphazard and dim to make out anything useful. After a few long-waited moments, his patience was rewarded as an abnormally energetic older male appeared in the crack of the door, before swinging it open wide and stepping out to stand on the opposite side of the desk. "Well, hello there, young Adventurer! You don't seem like the kind of craftsman to step into my store," he muttered under inquisitive breath, a sharp monocle suddenly flipping down over his left eye as he squinted through it, as if a jeweller inspecting a precious gem for it's value. "But! I smell the desire for materials on you; an Alchemist knows these things."
With that, he curled his lips into grin and nodded his head, flipping the monocle back up from his eye and planting his hands on his hips. "So! What can I do for you, Adventurer?" As he posed his question, his body shifted forward to sit down comfortably in the chair that lay situated behind his desk, his elbows propping up uncouthly onto the rich mahogany, causing a subtle wince from the Shaman's sophisticated nature. "I'm here to buy a few Mana Fragments? I think 10 should be enough for now..." Dorian rubbed at his chin as he contemplated the recipes he was attempting later, before giving a curt nod of agreement as he offered his request. "Mana Fragments, eh? Those are easy to come by; for an Alchemist anyway. I'll see what I've got left over for you." And just as quickly as he had sat down, the old man sprung back up onto his feet and darted around to the left hand side of the store, hands reaching up towards one of the shelves.
"Here! These are the ones," he exclaimed excitedly as he pulled down from the shelf an ornate box, shaped to hold jewellery; the old Alchemist seemed to have re-purposed it. With box in tow, he waddled back over to stand behind the desk, setting it down atop the mahogany and spinning it to face him. "Now. Let's see what we have in here." Fiddling with the clasp, the old man swiftly opened the jewellery box, the contents inside glowing a vibrant blue, as evidenced from the bits of light that leaked out the sides, causing a wide-eyed expression to don the Shaman's visage. One by one, the Alchemist began retrieving the pieces from inside, 'Mana Fragments' as they were called. They were small gems that seemed to glow with the innate magic energy that gave them life, seemingly cold to the touch and yet giving off a vibrant hum as if electricity was coursing through them.
Counting them out, Dorian saw the old shopkeeper display 10 perfectly shaped Mana Fragments from the box, leaving them in a tidy pile before closing the container and sliding it to one side of the table. "These! Are they what you wanted?" The Alchemist lifted his head to scan him as his eyes locked on the dazzling display of light reflecting off the cluster of fragments. Nodding his head, the Shaman broke away from the mesmerising sight, smiling softly to indicate his approval. "Yes, these will do nicely." The old man clapped his hands together, before reaching down to grab a small, burlap bag, scooping the Mana Fragments up and gently pouring them out into the bag, watching it swell and fill up with each one dropped into it's containment. "Perfect. That'll be 50 gold, young man."
Dorian nodded once more, reaching into his inventory and retrieving a collection of 50 gold from his wallet, the currency materialising in the form of another soft burlap bag, though this one shook and jingled with the weighty collection of pieces inside it's containment. Handing over the bag, the two males made their trade, the Shaman taking the new bag from the Alchemist and lifting it up to inspect it. "Thank you, sir," he uttered in reply, before bowing his head and turning on his heels towards the door. With swift movement, he was back out onto the street, stashing the bag of Mana Fragments into his inventory for safe-keeping; he was going to need the whole lot of them for the tasks he had planned for later. With a happy smile on his face, he dusted himself off and began walking once more, headed in the direction of the London Infirmary, his current guild's hall.
Notes: Crafting - Magic Ink - Post 1/2
Word Count: 905
Tags: None Coded by @serenityspace of LH |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2016 2:18:30 GMT
| Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100% |
A gentle rap on the front door of the complex gave no answer, so the Shaman simply grasped at the handle and pushed against the door, stepping inside into the reception area. To the left was the way into the Hospital, and of course off to the right was the Café, but Dorian had his eyes set on one particular room, the one he had only just left a few moments earlier. With hurried steps, he darted up the staircase at the end of the hallway and climbed towards the second floor, feet finding purchase on the wooden boardings. Turning to his right, he continued down the next hallway until he reached the end, where Charuen's bedroom sat on the corner; the guild master was most likely out at this time, but even so, the Shaman did not want to disturb her quarters. Shaking his head, he turned down the next hallway and traversed to the end, where he finally reached the door to the Office.
Stepping inside, he found it just as kept and tidy as he had left it, a sigh of relief escaping his parted lips as he dusted himself off and closed the door behind him. "Now then," he muttered slowly approaching the window and grasping his hands under the wooden framework, snaking his digits into the gap that had been left open to let fresh air in. With a heave and a pull, the window was opened fully, letting a gentle breeze of cool afternoon air flow inside. "Much better. No sense letting this place get stuffy." Dusting his hands off, the Shaman stepped back towards the desk he had sat at earlier, gliding his hand over it lazily as he contemplated what he would do next. He had two more items of interest to make here, but in order to get started on them, some more detailed preparation would need to take place.
His first port of calling was an intriguing one; a modified version of the original 'Magic Ink' that he had made earlier, but instead designed to camouflage itself upon the paper. An Invisible Ink, if you will. But, of course, in order to modify it, one must have the base material first, and that meant making another pot of Magic Ink. Luckily, he wouldn't have to rely on his own mana this time, as with the Mana Fragments collected earlier, he could simply mix the magic in with the ink; just like cooking, as it seemed. Having said that, he would need ink first, but fortunately he was in an Office, where ink was stocked in a plentiful supply. Moving away from the desk, the Shaman moved into the back of the room, where all the boxes and crates were left, shelves and drawers of bits and bobs left behind.
Eventually he had gathered a set of three different pots of ink, though one of them was somewhat partially used and half empty. Luckily, Dorian was an optimist, and it was a simple task of mixing ink together to make a sturdier example. Setting the trio down on the mahogany desk prepared for him, he sat down eagerly with a glint in his eyes as he opened the first two pots, one full, one not. Slowly but surely he began to mix the two containers of black liquid together, like a bartender mixing a particularly strong cocktail, swirling and slipping the ink into one pot. Finally he moved to the third pot, opening it and using it to mix the first pot up further, and eventually he had crafted up a pot of ink that would be strong enough to hold the latent mana within the Fragments.
Speaking of which, it was time for the next step of the process; and so, reaching into his inventory, Dorian grabbed out the small bag of Mana Fragments that he had just bought from the Alchemist moments earlier, setting it down on the desk and staring at them for a few seconds; the strong collective of mana that swirled within the confines of the burlap bag sent shivers over the Shaman's back, his Ritual tattoos tingling from the proximity. It was an odd but not unpleasant sensation, but there was work to be done. Grasping and opening the bag carefully, he poured out the Fragments onto the desk, watching them roll out and coalesce into a pile similar to the one the old shopkeeper had made on his own mahogany workspace. This was going to be very interesting.
Taking up the first three Fragments in his hand, he dragged over the mixed up pot of ink and inserted the first piece of mana into the top, watching it droop and fall into the viscous black liquid. "Wait... I need something to stir this with..." A spark ignited in the Shaman's mind, and he quickly grabbed the Blaze from his inventory, the quill pen he had crafted a few hours ago. Dipping the end into the ink pot, he began to swirl the quill's tip around in the ink, watching the Mana Fragment swirl and dissolve, the mana inside it seeping out and melding with the black liquid, causing it to give off a warm, blue glow. Once that was done, he inserted the second Fragment, swirling it as well with the quill pen until it too had dissolved and joined it's fellow before it. Finally, with one last dissolved Mana Fragment, the ink pot glowed and thrummed with latent energy as the mana infused with it, forming a new pot of Magic Ink.
Notes: Crafting - Magic Ink - Post 2/2
Word Count: 929
Tags: None Coded by @serenityspace of LH |
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Post by Deleted on Feb 14, 2016 10:43:44 GMT
| Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100% |
"This stuff is crazy," Dorian muttered under his breath, holding up the newly crafted pot of luminescent magic ink, the black, viscous liquid giving off a mana-latent deep blue hue, the light reflecting off the glass into various shades that glowed upon the surface of the desk. This was the basis of everything available to Scribes; so many recipes contained this simple enchanted ink. Granted, this gave them a rather irritating dependency on Alchemists for their ready supply of Mana Fragments, but such was the life of trade and commerce. The Shaman let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes for a moment as he felt the pulsing magic within his hand, flowing lightly through the glass like wave currents against the air.
Setting the pot down, he lifted his head up to look over the top of the desk, glancing out the open window just across the room, feeling the cold afternoon air breeze past him every so often. It was a draft, sure, and bits and pieces of paper and unused documents occasionally got swept in various directions, but it was better than remaining cooped up inside the Office; fresh air can be hard to come by for a Scribe hard at work. Dorian had only spent the day working on his abilities, and even he already knew the taxing activities that were involved in crafting the signature items that made a Scribe... a Scribe. Nevertheless, he was eager to get back to work, and he had just the recipe in mind for his newly made pot of magic ink.
Magic in this world has many forms; healers, mages, and even the combat classes, all of them had there own unique way of utilising the flow of mana. But, it can also be manipulated into a multitude of forms, and with the magic ink before him, Dorian planned on changing the process within the black liquid to form it into an 'invisible ink', as it were. This would create an interesting concoction, that when applied to a writing surface, would make words that would glow in the dark, or potentially bloom with light when a nominal amount of mana is applied to it. This would create interesting uses, least of which in some of the more advanced Scribe recipes available to Dorian down the line. While it wouldn't really be good as a way of hiding secret messages, there were certainly plenty of hijinks that the Shaman could get up to with the transparency of the ink.
To begin with, the Shaman would need to prepare the ink for more mana, which would need a bit of an oomph on his end. Setting the magic ink down and opening up the pot's lid, he took up a cheap, disposable stick, only slightly thicker than a toothpick; this would allow him to stir the mana towards the outer layers of ink, creating a gap within the liquid in it's centre, where he could dissolve another Mana Fragment and form a sort of... central modification area for the rest of the ink. Gently placing the stick into the top of the pot, Dorian began to stir it, taking it slow at first and gradually twirling it around inside, causing a tiny whirlpool to begin spinning around the centre. Gradually, the whirlpool became larger and larger, expanding and rippling outwards towards the edges of the glass, the Shaman watching as the mana flowed around the stick.
Once the whirlpool had formed steadily enough, Dorian started to twinge little additives of mana from his fingertips, letting it flow down the stick and into the currents, creating a sort of pushing force; from the inside out, the latent blue glow that streaked through the viscous black ink slowly departed from the centre of the pool, gradually escaping towards the edges, just as he had planned. One by one, tendrils of magic followed the pushed lead, virtually running from the constant push of the stick as it swirled through the whirlpool. Slowly but surely, the glass emanated a brighter blue hue as all the mana congealed and coalesced at the edges. Left behind in the centre, where the pool continued to spin within it's current, the ink was black and empty, as if waiting for the gap left behind by the magic to be filled.
Keeping the one hand held firm on the stick and maintaining the steady speed of the whirlpool, Dorian reached across to his pile of Mana Fragments and took one up into his hand, drawing it across to hover over the top of the pot. He needed to time this just right, so his breath became slow and steady, his eyes focusing as in one swift movement, he darted the stick back up out of the ink and slipped the Fragment into the centre of the flow. With the continued pressure of the currents, the mana dissolved and formed out in a spiral like image within the centre of the ink. Returning the stick into the liquid, he began to stir again, this time drawing his mana to combine with the essence he had just added in, mixing them into one form, an invisible state. Before his very eyes, the Shaman smiled contently as the blue glow began to change, reforming back through the entire ink and turning a dazzling transparent colour. "Well, that's certainly a spectacular procedure; I need to make these more often."
Notes: Crafting - Invisible Ink - Post 1/1
Word Count: 905
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