The Emerald Alchemist comes to visit... [Research]

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 90%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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Widow leaned over the bar beginning to nurse the wooden cup to her lips. She drunk the heavy alcohol as it singed the back of her throat. Unkempt strands of hair drizzled down her cheek as her emerald green eyes casts an ominous glare, staring a hole into the empty cup. She slides it over the table and the bartender silently nods, pouring her another shot, before adding it unto her tab.



It’s the third glass she’s had today. An indication of the rough night she has been having ever since she escaped the harshness of the brutal Cidna mines of the Sarum Frontier. She sniffs roughly as she begins to hear the violent pinging of pickaxes against the cavern walls as they mine out chunks of ore. The vision stains her memory as she gazes as her calloused hands. She was a woman scorned and wounded by the world’s system of ‘justice’ where she was incarcerated as a suspect of murder. She frowned as she tried to drown her thoughts into an alcoholic stupor.



The disgusting taste of the brown liquor splashed against the back of her throat and she released a rough sigh , she blinked into the pool of the drink, gazing upon her own reflection. It had been seven years since she had seen her own face.



So much time..



Spent locked away in a cage...



I don’t even know who I am anymore...



I don’t even recognize my own reflection...



She somberly sits among the other patrons until she realizes that it’s time for her to leave. She leaves the filled cup on the bar, but slides a few drakes to the bartender to pay for it anyway. She rubs her forehead, not knowing where to go or what to do next.



That was the feeling that one gets shortly after being unchained to roam loose and run fre. You don’t een know where to begin. You don’t even know what to do with yourself anymore...



She found herself stuck in this seemingly new world, which walking demi-gods that somehow entered it. Rumors flooded the bar with talk about how they where invincible and leaded eternal lives. That was a rare and peculiar thing for Widow to hear. Somewhere in her silence was a seed of fascination at the marvel.



She was wary around people who were like this in nature and could easily pick apart these foreigners from the natives of this world. Most of them dressed funny most often. Fashioning their ‘vanity clothing’ after designs possibly from whatever foreign worlds they came from.



Though she would probably never reveal it or say it aloud she knew she envied them.

A light smirk crossed her face as she stepped outside, placing her hands in her pockets to prevent them from freezing in the bitter cold.



She knows that the town guard roams the inside of the town square oftenly and has spent enough time watching them to be able to discern when they would pass through the area.



She knows this because she’s been tailing them for weeks now.



A guard patrol will be passing around the corner in two minutes.



She whispers subtle words in her elven tongue.



“Nurta I’fea..” (Incognito) She whispers as her ash white hair grows darker until it fulfills a Jet black hue, her eyes also turn a dark brown.



Being opportunistic in nature, she takes this chance to walk over towards the shop and purchase some items required for Alchemy. While she is at the shop, an old lady tips her off that if she is looking for work, she should check out the job board in the middle of the town square.



She nods silently and takes several light steps to the east walking alongside the subway station and walks up the steps to the town square. As she walks up the stares, the guard patrol she predicted makes it’s way around the corner and down the steps beside her.



Plastered on the wall is a bulletin board with several wanted posters. Her face is among them.



She has to be careful when outside the St. Pancreas Station. Whereas the homeless and the underworld wouldn’t cast her away to the claws of justice. Those on the upper levels would be quick to seek the bounty on her head.



She takes several steps over to the job board and sees a lot of job lists from the board. Without reading any of them, she snatches one from the list and walks away towards the outer gates of the city.



She didn’t have time to stop and read as the spell she had cast was slowly sapping away her mana. Though it was by an insignificant margin, she was still trying to be conservative. Her mana was very useful in extreme conditions as was the foundation of her combat style. She quickened her pace as she headed north towards the housing areas.



She had glanced at the address on the paper while on the move and it led her to a shanty little home by the riverside. She knocked softly on the door and began to whisper another incantation in her mother tongue. Her eyes now radiated with a bright glow.



“Sana termara en' templa....” (Mana Vampire) She whispered as she released a red mana fragment from her palm. The shard was unstable, as could be seen by the magneta energy bolts that exuded towards the surface from within, sticking to wherever Widow placed her fingers.



She took a lot of initiative and was very proactive about her projects.



Mana fragments was a tool used in almost every form of Alchemy, so she always liked to prepare beforehand. It was symbolic of her diligent nature as she always wanted to accomplish a task s efficiently as possible. She was not one to dawdle mindlessly, nor was she a sloth.



She waited for the other individual to open the door as her eyes ran over the exterior. The home was made of wood and was probably large enough to house possible five or so rooms at best. She nodded her head lightly, assuming that the home owner was of middle class society.


As the door opens, icy words slither from her lips in the form of a common elven greeting. 


"Mae Govannen, I hear you are in need of an Alchemist for your research..."  


She whispers as she leans against the edge of the post behind her and rests her chin upon her thumb and points her index fingers upward towards the heavens, glaring at him with the magnetic pull of her penetrating eyes. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: [Form Shift] x Make Mana Fragment
Words: 1103
Post Theme Song: The Prophecy



TAGS: Bailin

template by caesar

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 704 TWC: 704 Tags Widow Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

Opening the door whilst wearing his Vanity wear, crafted by his friend Mitsu, Bailin noticed he had once more the pleasure of being in the company of yet another appealing, beautiful female specimen.[break][break] This time it was an elf, emerald of eyes and silver of hair, slender of build and mumbling something strange, most likely elfish or some other language he was not aware of its existence or never bothered to learn it. Her hair was long, flowing from her head downwards. As she spoke she leaned back against the post behind her, placing her chin upon her thumb and pointing her index-fingers towards the sky, whilst staring at him with big green eyes. ‘Must be some form of elfish greeting… , so either she’s still a hard-core role-player or she’s something different…'  he thought to himself as he checked her character information, something he hardly ever did but this elf intrigued him almost as much as his girlfriend did on occasions. The character information told him the elf in front of him was in fact a Person of the Land, a Lander for short. ‘Well, that explains a lot… good gracious me a real elf… Saskia is going to kill me if she were to find out my assistant was a Lander elf and female at that.’ He thought, hiding an inside chuckle from his visitor. [break][break] “Good day to you, my fair lady, I am indeed in need of some assistance regarding research. Please do enter my humble abode, it would be a shame to let you stand outside, I do wonder what use that would have with assisting with my research as well as you being able to deliver anything productive or some ingenious insight on the matter at hand…” Bailin said with a smirk, adding the elf in front of him to the admitted list. With graceful stride Bailin stepped back from the door so the elf could enter his small mansion, the place he called home. Waving the female elf in, he went to the lab of his humble house. As the girl was an alchemist, they would probably spend more time in the laboratory rather than the garage. [break][break] “Well now, my dear assistant researcher, here we shall conduct most of our research and thus spend an adequate amount of time here as well. As for why you are here, I would very much like for us to research scopes. As you are probably aware, there are firearms around but these are highly inaccurate. I intend to do something on that matter, as a ways to contribute and well, because we might be able to do so. In short: we shall attempt to construct scopes for the sake of science!” He explained to his new assistant, hoping she wouldn’t run off at the notion of potential failure. [break][break] “If you would be so kind as to lend me your ear I’ll explain what I have in mind when I say scopes. Scope is short for telescope, a tube with two glass lenses which allows you to see things further away. The applied scope I intend to make will have such an effect but with both a crosshair, think of those as lines on the scope where you want to aim your firearm at, and stationary fix. In short: the scope remains on the firearm and it will help you aim a bit. To achieve this goal I was hoping you could help me regarding the glass parts of the construction. The casing and fixation parts are pretty easy for me to apply, the glass however, will be rather hard for me to achieve on my own. That is where you come in.” he continued his explanation on the subject. [break][break] “And where are my manners, I am Bailin of the Vylbrand Academy, pleased to meet you.” He said with a gentle smile and a bow, “I do hope my bad manners have not made you waver in your resolve and good intent of assisting me on this matter that is at hand. And thus I shall beg of you forgiveness for my rude actions regarding my lack of proper etiquette, please my lady, forgive me.” He ended with a small and humble bow. [break][break]

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 92%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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As the door creaked open, the sun caught in the man’s raven hair, illuminating his healthy strands that drifted down in subtle bangs. The first thing that stood out to Widow was his crystal blue swirling pool of an eye, or lack thereof as she snapped her eye to the patch that adorned the mans eye.



He was an ordinary human, and therefore was quite a common sight, though he dressed in a formally foreign manner. Widow began to inspect him from head to toe, though her gaze stayed centered on him she trained herself to be able to use her peripherial vision to study the individual.



She wasn’t too fond of his hairstyle, though she could barely complain with her own unkempt ash white hair. She had seen better days in her youth, but for now she looked a little rough around the edges, to say the least. She pondered on whether the man was blind in one eye, and she wondered if possibly it was something she could cure with Alchemy.



She thought about the odd clothing that he wore. Whereas it did indeed seem fancy enough, it was unlike the typical wear that the nobles wore. She gazed at the black cloth that held the Hussar jacket together and looked over the light black stitching that embroidered the rest of the outfit. The collar was stiff and therefore helped him maintain proper posture, which was in contrast to the hunched over hermit that stood before him. She disliked the front of the attire, but she did however like the design that was stitched over as the edge of the sleeves.



She watched as his eyes looked up at the virtual data above her head. Her gaze stood upon him as her deep perception realized that he was reviewing her information. She sat in silence as he seemed rather surprised at the fact that he had met an elf.



Geez...this kid needs to get out more....



Her posture remained the same, though she blinked slowly and her long pointy ears twitched, ruffling her snow white hair slightly. He spoke in a rather proper form, extending all the pleasantries and courtesies of a gentleman. Not that Widow cared for any of that. She was simply here to do a job and get paid, then move on to the next line of work that summoned her presence.



This was her way of life, roaming from one village to the next. Leading the life of the lonely drifter. She enjoyed her seclusion however and preferred it over large groups, she could only ever handle one person at a time. Anymore and she would quite possibly shut herself off from society and indulge in private research and seek the comfort of a familiar tome.



The man beckoned her to enter his wooden home that he so humbly spoke of as he mentioned that she would be far more useful inside rather than out. She raised a silver brow as her face still remained somewhat blank as the man began to use a heightened vocabulary.


Well, though he talks a bit much, at least he’s well versed.
I suppose I could mirror his talkative nature later sometime.


Whereas Widow preferred people to be blunt and short with their words, she did enjoy a person who didn’t speak like a dimwit. That was a far worse vice in the eyes of the elven scholar. She would not waste brain cells indulging in conversation with someone like that and would sooner turn her back on them than look at them. She watched as he waved her inside, gently prodding her into his home. She began to wonder whether or not she could trust the individual. He was still a stranger and a random job listing could be an infernal predator trying to lure naive practitioners into a sinuous trap.



She slowly leaned to the left and examined the inner contents of his home.



Fancy furniture and decorations.


I doubt he managed all this on his own,

It doesn’t look weird enough to be considered creepy,

Yet it’s not casual enough to be considered a bachelor pad...

Six chairs; the man must be fairly social.

It seems like he’s either very neat or possibly has a woman that tidies up the place.


Either way, I suppose it’s safe enough.



As she slid away from the post, her dual swords jingled in their scabbards that were tied to the lining of her belt. He stepped back as to be a gentleman and allow her first stride into his home. She didn’t make a fuss about it and the chilling air was beginning to become for frigid as flakes of snowfall began to descend upon the earth.



As she entered she stepped to the side and observed her surroundings. Finding them satisfactory, she watched as the man led her down the hall to another section of the room. She followed him, but kept enough distance for the full length of her blade to go unsheathed, should anything go awry.



Widow was always wary of first meetings and was untrusting of most individuals or their motives. The fine furniture could be a device simply meant to deceive the eye and make her let down her guard.



As they headed deeper in, he opened a door that led to a rather decent laboratory that gave Widow a slightly different impression upon the man.



And here I was thinking that we’d be sitting on the floor of his living room, twiddling our thumbs..



She glanced around the laboratory and looked at the steam oven and all of the vials and bottles and raw materials that adorned the table. It was decent enough, and was a bit too organized for Widow’s liking. She always had an awfully cluttered laboratory in the village of Pandora, her homeland in the Moon Dance Forest.



However, she could work easily under these conditions as she knew where everything was at any given time. Though others would not be able to traverse the laden jungle where she did most of her research.



Not that she cared, as she rarely ever took on apprentices or hired hands. She preferred to work alone, and found that often times, she was able to get far more accomplished that way.



She squinted around the room and walked around to gather knowledge as to where the placement of everything was. The man speaks and talks to her as if she were his pet researcher. Away from Bailin, with her back turned to him she grumbles lowly, as her ears embrace the concept she wishes to procure. An object he referred to as a scope. Widow was familiar with the terminology as she was an astrologer herself and spent time using telescopes to studied the astral stars and symbols of the Avian Princesses prior to going to prison for seven tiresome years.



Whereas, she was quite familiar with them being used to search the luminescent night sky, she was intrigued by Bailin’s desire to mount them on firearms to improve their efficiency. She frowned at the thought as it had been a design that she had already begun to design while in the confines of prison, though she never quite got the idea to see the light of day while amid the sanctums of the inner cavern walls.



She silently listened as the man began to explain himself, which slightly annoyed her as she felt that the man was beginning to insult her intelligence. She reflected on the idea that maybe he didn’t meet to many knowledgeable individuals in the city as most people in the populace were outside the ministry of magic.



She was intrigued however, when he mentioned a crosshair as listened intently as he explained the nature of such a device. She nodded lightly in understanding as she began to envision the concept in her mind, assuming the same posture she held when she met him, while sitting on the edge of a desk, rather casually. Her thoughts began to ring out with thoughts of using diodes and refining mana fragment shards. She couldn’t speculate whether filaments would be needed or any reinforced wire, but she knew she had the raw materials on her person anyways.



After hearing him out as to his explanation, she understood why it warranted one. It would seem her role in all of this would be to design the glass that he needed to obtain. The project seemed simple enough and she delighted in the innovative research that she often applied into her daily activities. The idea began to resonate within her mind as she envisioned a blueprint for the device. Her gaze turned into an entranced squint as she did this. She would often zone out as she had an enhanced tunnel vision around projects that intrigued her and peaked her interest.



Her ears quivered lightly once more as the man finally got around to introductions. His name was short and two syllables like hers, but it was foreign in nature. He mentioned being from an academy that was named Vylbrand. While, Widow had not been outside of the city very long, she recognized the familiarity of the name and had already tracked down and stalked several of it’s members as she watched them sip out from the Old Parliament building together.



The woman. Awatsuki , was attempting to get Widow to fold into their ranks, but Widow however was a woman that weave her own fate once given a breath of fresh air of liberation and newfound freedom.



She read a bit up on them and while in the vicinity of underground taverns such as The Drunken Druid, she would watch as they entered and enjoyed idle chatter and a stiff drink.



Now that she thought about it, the man did strike her as slightly familiar, though they never spoke. She decided that it was a fitting time as any to go ahead and introduce herself and possibly share a few words from her perspective on the subject at hand.



“Widow...” She paused as her Emerald eyes gleamed in the reflection of the lighting in the room that illuminated them. She paused briefly, pondering on whether she should announce the village where she was from, but decided against it as to not reveal more information about herself than was needed to.



“So, I assume that by you being at an academy, you desire knowledge about this world and are an avid scholar, or at least, I would like to presume...”



Widow remained intensely focused on him.



“I assure you I am not void of intellect and can understand the concept in which you are attempting to design. I had designs for something similar, but they were...” Widow pauses as she stops to think about the most tactful choice of words to explain her long disengagement from alchemy due to being imprisoned.”....forestalled by an unseen turn of events, to say the least.”



“Though, I have to say, my design was not as intricate or detailed, though it was more of a hand held variant simple for viewing the layout of the terrain for further distances. I suppose how ever, making a design that incorporated measurements of distance and the ability to attach or detach at will would be rather interesting to see. Though, I can’t assure you that it will improve the accuracy of the rifle, but perhaps the user, if sight is an issue.”



“The accuracy of a shot relies on many different factors, which can be broken down into three broad categories: the firearm, the cartridge, and the shooter. Accurizing generally refers to the processes that are applied to the firearm. Techniques relating to producing accurate ammunition are covered in internal and external ballistics, and handloading, and just like accurizing a firearm, the goal is to produce the most consistent possible results. The shooter must also be consistent, and this means that the fundamentals of marksmanship have to be followed rigorously; any failure on the part of the shooter to remain focused and consistent can result in a bad shot. It's common to use a benchrest or a vise when evaluating ammunition or a weapon for accuracy in order to eliminate human error.”




“The barrel is one of the most important factors for accuracy, as a poorly made barrel may be beyond correction. Even a quality barrel must be well matched to the cartridge it will be firing. In most cases, it is not practical to fix a barrel whose bore is worn out, poorly or unsuitably rifled, or the wrong bore diameter; the primary exception to that is rimfire barrels, which can be inexpensively bored out and re-lined with a commercial barrel liner. If the barrel is unsuitable and relining is not an option, then an aftermarket or custom barrel is the best solution. However, if the bore is good, then there are a number of operations that can be done to the barrel to improve upon its accuracy.”



Widow slipped down from the edge after she spoke.



“But I suppose we could talk more about customizations later, things such as improving the trigger pull, sights, stock and grips, gripping surfaces, time considerations, both lock time and bullet dwell time, mind you.” Widow seemed unenthusiastic about the subject, though immensely knowledgeable as she continued on. “Barrels, bores, chambers, crowns, stress, wear, action, harmonics, pneumatic systems, pistons, and mana pressurization.”



She walked over to the side of the counter and dumped out her satchel, releasing it’s contents upon the table.



There were multiple raw contents laid out that were the foundation of crafting. Her eyes began to dart through them as she clawed out and scattered them among the table, her head shifted this way and that along with her eyes as her silver hair danced in intricate messy webs.



She was reminescent of an elven female Albert Einstein as she methodically placed a notebook on the table that had several elvan inscriptions upon the outer cover, as she flipped through the pages, the prodigical child of the forests began to uncover several pages that, if seen were also written in the ancient language of her people, primarily for privacy purposes as she didn’t want most people to decipher her designs.



She retrieved a quill from her satchel and began to sit indian style upon a stool as she quickly drew out the design with a fierce speed, her grip intensifying as she held the quill.



Meanwhile, she whispered more elven words as she muttered a common phrase she spoke in Sindarin, to conjure mana shards from her own body or other reliable sources.



“Sana termara en' templa.” (Mana Vampire)



Her eyes illumanted, which caused the aura of her face to glow an eerie green, but she seemed unphased by it as she carefully placed the mana shard on the table. Her left hand then reached into her left pocket, and produced the mana shard she made earliar.



She was happy that she had taken the initiative, as it reduced the amount of time to complete the project. She placed it over next to the other ana fragment that lie on the table and briefly took a moment to extand her left hand towards an apple that lie on the counter that fell along with the rest of her alchemy ingredients.



“We’re going to need these and lots of them. Possibly between four to six I would suspect. I’m assuming that you’d want them in a circular fashion. Possibly we could use the filaments to make them a bit more clearer as to not distort the coloration of the environment scene with peering through it. “



She spoke, though her eyes never left the counter where her journal or the mana shards were, she seemed greatly concentrated and focused and able to quite easily handle the rigorous labor of multitasking without breaking a sweat as she gripped both of the mana shards and began to to clench her hands lightly around them whispering another elven incantation.



“bragol alaa...” (Enlarge)



As the spoke the ancient language, the words leaked from her lips and the mana crystals began to infuse with one another. A bright searing light bloomed from her palm, and staring directly into it would disorient one for a few seconds, after the process began the crystals would begin to crackle and ignite into a circular [Stabalized Mana Fragment] and rest lightly in the palm of her hand. The coloration of the mana fragment was a light yellow, somewhat transparent in nature.



“I believe the filaments could possibly aid that...” Widow stated as she paused for a moment looking away from the design she was drawing out, to inspect it.



“Let’s see...it seems to not me emitting any unstable discharges. Let’s test it for reactivity. “ Widow took off her glove, and and braced herself as she contacted it with her bare skin.



She grunted lightly.



“Hmph...well, it didn’t burst or shatter to pieces, so I guess you’re in luck. Sometimes these things can turn into unstable mana cores when fused together. Very potent sources of mana, but nevertheless very volatile and unstable. Though, it may be able to be a nice source of energy for a generator of mechanisms or firearms that produce a mana discharge if one were to attempt to construct such a thing.”



Widow mentioned as she continued to scribble ancient elven words underneath her design and drew several arrows to highlight it’s features.



“Also there is a possibility that they may even be used in tandem with Firearm Mana Fragments to produce a mana pressurized explosion. Something that would prove to be quite useful when employed against mass crowds. “



Widow smirked, giving the idea a light chuckle.



“Though one would have to be experienced with casings, fuses, general proximity of impact, and whether to use a timed fused or a pull fuse. Also there would have to be various safety features implemented in the nomenclature of such a weapon. Lest, we be tossed in the prestigious dungeons of Londiminium once some clever little Fox Tail blows their hands off when trying to use the damned thing.”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED:  Make Stabalized Mana Fragment
Words: 3,030
Post Theme Song: Passion for Victory

Notes: 
Stabalized Mana Fragment count: 1 



TAGS: Bailin

template by caesar

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 1186 TWC: 1890 Tags Widow Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

When Bailin and the elf had arrived at their destination, the laboratory, the elf started looking around, as if she was taking stock and making a mental inventory list of things present and probably needed in the laboratory. After her inspection of the room and uttering no complaints the elf continued to listen to what Bailin had to say on the matter of scopes. As he continued his explanation the face of the elf changed minutely, the biggest tell being her squinting her eyes as he mentioned the more specific parts of the scope. The next tell came when he mentioned his name, making the elf her ears quiver a wee bit. Though Bailin was far from an expert on body language, it did strike him as odd, but never the less choose to ignore it, they were here to get a job done and getting side tracked would not assist in their endeavour. After he had finished talking and properly introduced himself the elven women only spoke her name, Widow, which was more or less a creepy name for an elven women, but perhaps her parents, most likely her mother had a bad taste in naming her children. Next up came her barrage of questions, something that more or less broke with her silent demeanour, but at least she could talk more than two sentences. “Indeed, you presume correctly, I am a scholar of sorts and one should always desire knowledge. There are already too many… unknowledgeable people around one should strive to not belong to those, but rather excel, whether by practical experiments of bookish research. As I have heard once a long time ago: Knowledge is power, and I have to say, I agree. But let us not get side-tracked too much shall we? We still have a lot of work to do. I thank you for the compliment and indeed I have a rudimentary idea of the concept of that which we are attempting to create. It is indeed good that you as well have a similar idea. Indeed a handheld device would also be useful; however, once we have constructed our original plan, the… handheld version should be a matter of seconds to create, as it will most likely be the same, minus some small parts. Also, I do not doubt your intellect, however as these procedures can be a bit intriguing, I think it is best to be as explicit as one can be.” [break][break] After he had responded to her remarks, intentionally ignoring the ‘unforeseen turn of events bit’ Widow started a torrent of comments regarding firearms, their use, and the human component, essence of both barrel and bullet. Clearly she was well versed in the arts of firearms and had she not been a Lander Bailin would have sworn Widow would most likely have been in the military, most likely as an instructor. As the torrent went on and on all Bailin could do was nod in agreement, at least his partner knew what she was talking about. After a while the torrent shifted from basics to the customisation of said firearms, something that was intriguing, but for now way over Bailin’s head. Luckily for him, Widow, agreed with his thoughts that it was too early to go in to those sorts of details. [break][break] When she was done with her torrent of firearm related words she walked towards the side of the counter and dropped her satchel on it, making is spill its contents on the table. The satchel contained a variety of things and as the contents spilled over the table, the elf began to sort them, shifting from side to side to place things on a more specific place on the table, rather than keep them scattered about randomly. Her hair began to become rather messy, but if that meant she could work better, it was something Bailin wouldn’t mind at all, the end goal was important, not the means to achieve it. Placing a notebook on the table and taking out a quill from her satchel she started writing or sketching things, leaving Bailin standing, only to observe. Suddenly she started mumbling something in a weird language and produced forth a mana shard. It was an interesting sight, the elf her eyes became bright, almost shining with light, creating a creepy green hue around her. Placing the freshly made mana shard on the table, the elf produced another one from her pocket. All Bailin currently could do was stand and observe, as he needed to know the size of the glass, or in this case mana shards, to select the tube in which to place them. “I see, well, I suppose I’d best leave you to it. I am afraid for now I cannot contribute much as I will require knowing the size of the finalised shards to contribute my part. I also assume you have a good idea on what you are doing and what you need to do to bring this to a successful end, so I will remain here and observe, perhaps even help out if the need arises.” Bailin said with a gentle smile, folding his arms in front of his chest and leaning back against one of the smaller tables. The elf took both mana shards in her hands and started mumbling something else in the unknown language, creating a bright light as the mana shards fused together. The elf stated something about filaments, leaving Bailin at a loss on her intentions with said filaments, but as he had stated before, she had an idea, he would help if need but and otherwise he would just observe. Taking off a glove and seemingly bracing herself she grabbed the new stone and grunted lightly, as if the stones were capable of doing harm on its own. The elf explained that the stones could actually shatter to pieces as the stones were made of mana and could be unstable, resulting in said explosion. As she continued her explanation she however did mention they could also be used as a source of energy or as weapons, making them rather interesting for several ideas Bailin had. And all the while the elf had not raised her gaze from her notebook, nor stopped scribbling, bar when she had tested the mana shards. At the mention of the armed mana shards, to be employed as weapons, the elf let out a light chuckle as if she were rather amused with the idea and potential options it offered. [break][break] “Indeed, we can’t have that now can we? I prefer to be able to walk outside rather than spend my time in a dungeon and not getting paid for it.” Bailin replied to the elf remarking that a potential childlike or curious creature could harm itself, resulting in a trip to the dungeon. “So, as for my part, I think I have a nice idea how to create a holding mechanism and an attaching mechanism, however, how large do you expect the glasses to become?” he asked as he made up a quick list of things he would probably need. [break][break]

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 80%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

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 She responded slightly positively when he began to express his avid interest into the studies of this world. He was by no means lacking in a rich verbatim and seemed to agree with her on the displeasure of the company of babbling fools. He complimented her original design designed, but seemed rather fervent in the desire for the construct of his request. He then explained why he spoke so much into detail.



He didn’t seem to pry, possibly due to his manners, or possibly because of the aura that Widow often put off to others. There were far too many variables to determine the truth, but inside Widow appreciated the way things turned out. She would have had to scold him for such craven remarks as this was not any for of interview of which she was subscribed.



She went on in detail to describe the mechanics of weaponry, and it seemed that Bailin was actually respecting her enough not to zone out. Another thing she observed that would be duly noted.



He merely seemed to watch her as she conducted her work. Most of the time he waited in silence, until after she produced a mana shard. He then went on to inquire as to how she would probably excel most likely by tending to the duties herself with little help from him. This implied a sense of trust to Widow, and she simply tucked that notion into the back of her head as she listened. He seemed confident of her abilities and even offered to offer some assistance in any way he could.



Widow simply froze for a moment, reflected upon the statement, then proceeded to carry out with her assignment diligently. She couldn’t seem to think of anyway he could be of assistance to her at the current time, other than for them to indulge in dialogue about the specifics.



She mentioned briefly her thoughts as to use filaments in order to make the mana shards a crystalline clear glass, prior to his comment, which she wondered if he could even begin to fathom her reasoning.



She paid it no mind shortly after and began to speak about other uses for unstable mana cores and even chuckled as she made a joke.



Her gaze drifted down from the journal, as they stared a whole into the space where her quill stopped. She was no longer writing for a brief period of approximately three seconds, but to those in the room, it would seem like the longest, most intense silence in the room.



In those short three seconds, her face silently heated up and then become profusely more numb thereafter as she contemplated the first phrase the man spoke.



She was not fond of the brief reminder that she and the man were leagues apart. Whereas she had to endured the stench of a rotten prison cell for more than half a decade, this man most likely spent the great part of that time inhaling the fresh air of freedom.



Her eyes glowed green with envy as she took that brief interval to digest that space in time.



She became deftly silent as she resumed scribbling in her journal. She seemingly ignored the mans question as she didn’t answer except after another twenty seconds.



“Thirty two millimeters in diameter. The tube diameter should be one inch in diameter. I’d suggest that the length of the scope be Two hundred and six millimeters. With about three to four inches of eye relief. I’d estimate the weight of the total construct to be approximately Thirteen point nine ounces. Possibly slightly more if I need to add density to the mana fragmentations.” She muttered as she withdrew another mana fragment from her palm.



This one a sapphire blue that sparkled like a radiant crystal. She placed it along the desk and then proceeded to twine two pieces of filament together before making them twist into the form of [Reinforce Wire]. A sturdier piece of wire that is a reinforcement of mana.



“Try not to think to hard about it. I know what I’m doing...Alchemy is in my blood.” She whispered.



“Filaments..when combined created this wire. Which in turn is a key component in our project. It acts as a conductor of mana. Which, fortunately for us adds clarity to the mana shard as it drains it of the rich hue it has. Thus increasing the translucency and making it into a clearer material that is transparent like glass.”



She then pointed to the [Stabalized Mana Fragment] that rested upon the table.



“For all intents and purposes, what you are about to witness is the budding rose of Magitech. Otherwise known as a [Magitech inductor]. When the crystal binds to the wire, it won’t shatter or disappear. Instead it is made into a malleable content when mana is applied and therefore you are able to mold it as an Artisan mold clay.”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Make Reinforce Wire x Make Mana Fragment
Words: 822
Post Theme Song: Breaking the Code


Notes:
Stabalized Mana Fragment count: 1
Mana fragment count: 1
Reinforced wire count: 1



TAGS: Bailin

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[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 531 TWC: 1235t Tags Widow Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

As the duo talked, or to be more specific: as Widow had talked and Bailin mostly listened and on occasion threw out some words; the elven female called Widow only ever responded minute. The largest of reactions was a three second pause at which she stopped writing, the other reactions being minor pauses as if she were contemplating to be bothered to formulate a response or not. [break][break] The other occasion of the elf stopping her writing was to make another mana shard fragment and tell him the specifics, though even that took a few moments of silence before happening. Had Bailin been an immodest and improper fellow, he would have made remarks about the numbers the elf muttered. “I see, I think I can manage that.” Bailin said as he used his fingers and hands to make a rough estimate of the sizes the elf had muttered. Three point two centimetres in diameter, twenty point six centimetres long and quick math… two and a half times four equals ten, so ten centimetres from the eye. He though as he calculated and conjured a mental image of what was needed and what he intended to make. Next up the elf produced yet another mana shard and continued her instructions, as she tried to put him at ease with her creation of mana shards, as it was in her blood as she had said. As she finished her whisper she continued, going on about how the filaments were a key component as it would clear the mana shards, turning them into a transparent colour. At last the elf went on about him witnessing the budding rose of magitech, something she called a magitech inductor. As she explained what it did Bailin nodded, thinking of it as a pretty useful way to make different things. If only he were skilled at blacksmithing as well, but alas he was stuck, in a way, with the mechanic class and thus had to rely mostly on others to make him his much needed parts. [break][break] “I see and I think I understand, I will return with a prototype place holder. I think I have a pretty good idea of what is required and still be able to incorporate your measurements.” Bailin said as he bowed lightly and left for his workshop. In his workshop he took out a small metal plate, which he gently folded into a round tube with the required measurements, twenty point six centimetres long and a diameter of three point two. It took him longer then he had wanted but it was all for the great cause, or well, more to satisfy his curiosity if they could actually pull this off. As he took the tube there was a bit of room for it to move… not a bad thing per se… however, it would become a problem if it could move with the glass in it. “I could use screws but that would probably obstruct the view… what about… bands, small metal bands, which could also be used to place the tube on the firearms? Yes I think that might work rather splendid indeed.” He mumbled to himself as he set to work. [break][break]

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 80%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

____________________________________________________

 The gentleman and the scholar seemed to make a rather decent team as they began to work on their project. Widow didn’t know all the details or specifics about the gentleman, but she supposed that if he were to be immensely satisfied with the end result, then he would quite handsomely reward her. Of course, if he hadn’t, she could just as easily corrupt the invention by decomposing the mana within the Magitech Inductor, therefore shattering the glass and making it useless. She was an aspiring Alchemist with a heavy set of talents, but being underpaid or underappreciated was quite easily a way to get on her bad side, and she had her own methods to remedy those situations. Her tongue ran over the top of her teeth as it pried a piece of apple that had gotten stuck somewhere in between.



She carefully applied the [Reinforced Wire] towards the [Stabalized Mana Fragment] as it absorbed the color from the mana shar, turning it into a clear white crystal. As the crystal began to bind to it. The crystal began to be able to more easily refine and condition to the mold of the shape that Widow desired. After much tedious hand molding, she was able to get it to form them shape of a circle through the power of mana. She made the Reinforced Wire trace along the edges of the outer rim of the [Magitech Inductor]



She picked it up and examined it after taking it’s measurements. It was exactly as she had imagined the device, but only made up one of the two devices that she needed. She placed it on the table under a microscope and began to further inspect it for any signs of mutation in the mana fragmentation or corruption that might render it defective. After her examination, she withdrew her face from the microscope and gave a subtle nod.



“Alright. So there are no traces of contamination, corruption of mana fragmentation, nor any other signs of deficiencies. You can have a look at the lens yourself if you wish. It’s safe to touch with your bare hands, though it would probably be best not to smear fingerprints on it.” She stated pointing over to the [Magitech Inductor] that formed the shape of a lens that lie on the table under the microscope on her left.



She then rolled her neck around, trying to use her hand to massage the tension out of it that she had. Her throat became dry and she grew more thirty by the minute.



“You happen to have any wine?” She inquired, her head turning towards the left as she asked, her ash white unkempt hair swayed softly. Her emerald gaze drifted towards the air as noticed that no one had even been there. In her ignorance, she hadn’t noticed he had vanished when she was using her microscope.



In her seclusion, she shrugged and withdrew another mana fragment shard from her palm and began to merge it with the other mana fragment shard, thus producing a [Stabalized Mana Fragment] that she required for the other glass to be used at the front of the scope.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Make Magitech Inductor x Make Stabalized Mana Fragment
Words: 527
Post Theme Song: Aeon


Notes:
Magitech Inductor count: 1
Stabalized Mana Fragment count: 1






TAGS: Bailin

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[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 523 TWC: 1227 Tags Widow Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

Rummaging through his piles of parts Bailin found three small metal strips that would suffice for his idea regarding the metal tube. The first bit of work required some sheer torque, bending the metal strips round and punching a hole where the ends came together, large enough for a screw to fit through, but not too large as to allow the screw to wiggle. Nor could it be too small, lest the screw wouldn’t fit. The same went for the diameter of the rings, they could not be too large nor be too small to leave the tube room to move around or press it together. [break][break] Gently but forcefully Bailin started bending the rings, one by one, so they could fit around the tube. “Best use flat head screw for this, which would minimize space on the construction as well as perhaps…. I have a better idea.” Bailin said as he made the initial part of his new idea. Once the rings had been placed on the tube in the way he had intended, Bailin set out to find more metal strips, these would be folded in an L- shape and attached those the already existing and open ends of the plates he had just recently attached to the tube. Next up he took a long metal bar and punched five holes in it, in a similar way as the previous holes he had punched in the strips. This bar was to be attached on the weapon itself or so he intended. Three of the holes would used as to attach it to the L-shaped strips. The two remaining wholes would be used to fixate the construction on the upside of the firearm. It was true that this was a bit more elaborate; however it did prevent the dangerous attempts to drill holes in the weapon itself. Any minor mistake could have disastrous consequences and this was a way of preventing such results. After he had finished his construction Bailin took out his trusty ruler from his workbench, as to verify the measurements given to him by Widow, whom he suspected was busy working on her part of their little project. As he confirmed the measurements he let out a soft sigh, glad he didn’t have to start over with things. Putting away the ruler he then proceeded back to the laboratory, the construction in hand. [break][break] “I’m back, did I perhaps by chance miss out on anything interesting or perhaps you had need of me whilst I was absent? And how have you fared in your endeavour to create the required parts? Also I do hope this is satisfactory, I had to improvise a wee bit and it is not yet final, as it would be most prudent to place the glass first and then fasten everything. I do hope however it will be satisfactory for the time being.” Bailin said with a gentle smile as he produced the scope casing and placed it softly on an empty spot on the table Widow was working at, awaiting either a scolding or compliment, though a simple nod from the elf would be most probable. [break][break]

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 80%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

____________________________________________________

Widow began to resume her task while she waited. Quenching her thirst would have to be put on the back burner for the moment as they had work to do and she was determined to work diligently to produce the desired result. She enjoyed the brief burst of solitude as she began working her slender fingers around the table and adding more fine details to her beautiful sketch. One would think that she was some type of masterful artist, the way she designed the mechanism. Widow had spent many years drawing, sketching, and writing with a quill and had about as many designs as a modern Leonardo Da Vinci. She took them with her everywhere they went. She even had placed a seal on it, so that it could only be opened through her touch. She was very private about such things and did not enjoy others stealing her ideas or making modifications of her designs for their own personal profit.



She had a sincere appreciation for the art of alchemy and the development of architect. She envied the great Alvs for all the great work they had put into the craft and the great technology they were able to produce. She was an avid historian and always read many books to try to research and possibly recreate lost technology in the old ages. She was thrilled by the sensation of the discovery of relics and antiques. She would even hoard and collect whatever she could find in her spare time. She knew, however, that it would come time for her to find a home of her own or at least a place to settle down and lay low from the local authorities.



She began to miss her old labatory of her mothers home and the library her father studied with her in. She raised her fingers to her lips, brushing them slightly, as she felt a surge of pain in her heart, and lowered her han to continue working on the project. Her fingertips sifted through the items on the desk as she found two filaments and began the tedious procedure of amplifying her own mana through them and testing them for reactivity. The tiny rods shined with a light purple hue as the sound hummed and lightly resonated through the room. Her emeral gaze shifted from them to the man that entered. Her long elven ears caught the sound of his footsteps before he even spoke a word.



She listened to his onslaught of questions before formulating a proper response as she twined the filaments together.



“Welcome back. Well...I didn’t blow up your lab...so that’s a good sign.” Widow chuckled. “I’m about to finish the second magitech inductor here in a bit. Just got through testing the filaments. All that’s left is merging it with the stabalized mana fragment and molding it into the shape we desire. “



Widow retracted her head to look back at the device that Bailin held. She slid her legs over to the side of the stool and slid down, walking over towards him to inspect it. Studious eyes began to scour over it, scrutinizing it with fine detail as she looked it over.



She took a ruler off the table and checked the measurements, just to be sure, because it would have been a waste of her time if the measurements were off in any way.



Finding the measurements to be of a satisfactory nature, she gave him a simple nod of approval and placed it on the counter alongside her other materials.



She returned to twining the filaments together to produce a [Reinforced Wire].



“You did good. Now hopefully it fits. If you want, you can check that out yourself, I’d advise to wear gloves and be gentle with the placement of it. If it makes you too uncomfortable, I’ll handle it. I just want to make this other piece first. ” Widow stated as she focused her attention back to her work. “Oh, and if you had any wine or anything at all to drink really...that’d be nice.”

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Make Reinforced Wire
Words: 679
Post Theme Song: Rain


Notes:
Magitech Inductor count: 1
Stabalized Mana Fragment count: 1
Reinforced Wire count: 1






TAGS: Bailin

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[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 390 TWC: 1094 Tags Widow Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

With a gentle grin Bailin answered the elf’s remark; “Well I am glad you did not blow up the laboratory, it happens to be one of the few functional rooms in the house and I would very much prefer to either keep it as it is or improve it if changes have to be made. It also proves you are at least as competent as you’ve said, probably even better.” He ended with a gentle smile and a wink, relieved the elven female had thawed enough to make a small joke. [break][break] “I see, well I dare say I might be more or less finished with my contributions on the matter, as you, as an alchemist, are able to work on the finer and more crucial parts of the construction. “ he smiled kindly, as he handed over the scope casing. Widow slid off the stool she was sitting on and started inspecting every inch of the construction, even bringing in a ruler to check if all the measurements added up to her instructions. When she was finally done, she gave a simple nod, which Bailin replied to with a similar nod, whilst being relieved the scope casing was satisfactory. As she sat down and continued to work again she complemented him on his work. [break][break] “Thank you, gloves and care would indeed be most prudent when handling such delicate objects. However I would feel I would be stealing your glory, so to speak, as in my humble opinion, you have done most of the work. Thus I think you should have the honour of finishing the project. Regarding the drinks… I have to admit I have little idea of what is currently present. My girlfriend also has a liking for wines and such, so it might be she has finished the current stock of drinks and has forgotten to replenish the stock. If it happens to be out of stock I will try and figure something out.” Bailin said, thinking about how many things he would have left in his kitchen. It was fun to have a girlfriend, however, as they were both adventurers, they did on occasion, or more most of the time, lived past each other; as both of them went on separate adventures, on occasion. This left things sketchy on occasion when it came to supplies at the house. [break][break]

[Widow]

HP 100% | MP 80%

Heretic - Apprentice - Alchemist

____________________________________________________

Widow reclined back in her stool slightly, just enough to glance over Bailin’s face a release a slight chuckle.



He was speaking about how he was glad she didn’t make the roof of his home gave in during the middle of their little experiment. He had mentioned improvements that could be made. However, he made the mistake of calling her ‘competent’, which to her seemed like a slight insult, given that she was, in fact, more of a genius. However, due to her being emotionally desensitized she didn’t offer much to go on in terms of body language.



“Yeah, I suppose I was just lucky. Probably could have torn the whole house down. That would have been one hell of an eviction...”



Widow then noted that he didn’t want to participate for fear of messing up the matters that required an experienced hand and a touch of finesse. She thought he should be fine, given the fact that he was a mechanic and how they were able to achieve a lot given their experience with fine tools.



She turned head head an spun aroun in the chair to face her little project.



“Fine. Suit yourself. I just got to finish up on a few calibrations here and everything should be as the final product was drawn out in the blueprint. However, we will still have to go out and test it to make sure it isn’t defective. Maybe you will have to go out into the Windsor Greatwoods and hunt boars just to sample how it affects your marksmanship. “



She would then finished both lens and insert them into the mechanism Bailin had made. Afterwards she would reach a hand out, holding it towards him. 


"Here, have a look for yourself." 


She would gaze at him with her eerie green eyes. 

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Longsword, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Make Reinforced Wire
Words: 301
Post Theme Song: Exorcist


Notes:
Magitech Inductor count: 1
Stabalized Mana Fragment count: 1
Reinforced Wire count: 1






TAGS: Bailin

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[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) LH: Antiqua Musket (lvl 5) QS: Starter Rapier AR: Starter Warden Armour

WC: 661 TWC: 3995 Tags Widow Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“Indeed it would have been, but on the bright side, we’d have gone out or at least be evicted, with a bang.” Bailin grinned as the conjured up the image of his house being blown to bits. “However I suppose one with your apparent skills and skillset would have a minor setback like that once every few years, mostly when experimenting with new combinations. However, such is as I presume and I know not of the truth of it and whether or not you dabble in such experiments. Though, most alchemists I know or are aware of tend to favour doing experiments, just for the sake of experimenting, hoping for the best. But once more I digress and shall leave you to your workings.” Bailin spoke lightly, trying to pass the time a bit. [break][break] “Thank you; it would be a waste if I messed up something whilst you spent most of the time and effort working on it. I admit the chance are slim, however I do feel that the final honours should be yours and not mine. “ Bailin responded at the slightly snappy response at his preference not to lay the final hands on the final product. “Indeed, however, if I might be so bold as to save us both a trip, I have tried to install a small, basic firing- and testing- range in my garden. I think it would be just as good a place as any to test. It would also allow us to make minor tweaks right away if the need arises.” Bailin suggested as the elf continued her calibrations. [break][break] After a short bit she handed him the scope, the glass she made fitted in. Gladly and gently Bailin took the scope from her into both his hands. Raising the scope to his eye Bailin peered through it, vaguely seeing things, as if it were just a little bit too dark. “Say, this is pure hypothetical but is there any possibility we could perhaps make something of a switch, which would allow you to see in the dark as well? If I am not mistaken night vision potions are named something along the lines of cat-eye vision or something close to it, however, I reckon you know it better than I do, you being an alchemist. “Bailin asked of the elf as he aimed the scope higher and to the further side of the room. [break][break] “Well, it is light enough and I suppose it works like intended so there is but one way to make be certain of it. So what do you say, fancy a trip to the range?” Bailin grinned as he walked towards the garden. [break][break] Once he reached his garden or to be more precise: the World War One battlefield re-enactment, Bailin gently hopped into the trench and walked to the middle of it, directly opposite to the large pile of dirt on the other side of the garden. Drawing out his newly acquired rifle Bailin gently attached the scope on the designated place, not too far to the front or too far to the back; the first position being counterproductive, the latter possibly costing him an eye. Once the scope was securely attached to the riffle Bailin places the stock gently on the edge of the trench, whilst placing the butt lightly against his right shoulder, his left hand just above the inside of his right elbow, right arm slightly bent. Placing his index finger alongside the trigger, not on it, he put his feet a bit apart from each other as to make a sturdy stand. The next step was inhaling and exhaling, breathing in deep and breathing out slowly. Now there were three steps remaining; the first being to check the scope again for a mark to shoot at. The second would be to chamber a round and the third and last one would be to gently squeeze the trigger. [break][break] Peering through the scope with his visible eye Bailin saw…[break][break]