Solo [Young Runic Solitary] Alchemy and the Rose

Tzeon finds beauty in alchemy and glyphing.

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[Young Runic Solitary] Alchemy and the Rose

Postby Tzeon on May 17th, 2013, 7:02 am

48th of Spring, 513AV

In a room lit by open windows and bright daylight stood the solitary Isur; with a backpack of interesting items. It had been chimes since he had entered, yet his cold eyes stare at the table in front of him. The only table in the apartment, yet he had done little to initiate his task. The silence was almost deafening, but finally it was broken by a sigh. Removing the backpack and placing it on the table, he began unloading his goods. Tzeon had carried one of the items, an armload of metal bars. Ten pounds worth of iron metal and one pound of steel lay upon the table, ready for shaping. From his backpack he removed other items; a bag of glass, an ounce bottle of common perfume and six flowers picked from the various gardens in Lhavit – each of different color and shape. Tzeon then moved the bag onto the floor and strides towards the chest in his room.

The hinges creaked when he lifted the lid, and creaked again when he let it down after retrieving what he was looking for, a bag of chalk he had brought from Sultros, so long ago. There was still a decent amount left, despite the sheer mass he had started with. Chalk and charcoal were preferred means to draw, and as such the supplies never lasted, especially charcoal… Returning to the table in the center of the room and sitting the bag down, sighed once more. Time to begin anew…

He took three of the iron bars and crushed them together in his left hand like clay. They groan under the strength of his grip, but the metal could not resist. His right hand, that untouched by the Isurian gift, clears a spot on the table before reaching back to pull the chair to his rear for a seat. He would eventually make a real Alchemist Doorway, but for now he needed practice, and wished to experiment with an idea he should have thrown out as insane, stupid, pointless, or a combination of the above. The Isurian Arm aided in creating half a circle ring, nicely squared, with one pit near the center on the side of the arch. As it was rested hree more pounds were taken and shaped single handedly.

This was the easy part… it was the use of this product that had Tzeon’s heart drumming in his chest. Using his thumb to make the flat edges around the circle after the creases of mixed bars had been worked out, then pressing into the metal surface to create small craters which pushed out of the ring with slight ridges. When the second semicircle was rested on the table, he carefully situates the two creations side by side, end to end. Tzeon had to bend one of the sides to match the other, and reshape one of the Charge holders. The two halves soon looked almost identical. Time for the Keystones… Using more of the iron, this time in quarter chunks, he shapes small angular plates over the adjoining ends angled outwards. The simple design took a few chimes, almost to the point it felt Tzeon was procrastinating.

When the Keystones were in place and locking the two halves uniformly together, he pauses for a moment. He started with the Maridian keystone, engraving with the use of his fingernails. The slight curve of the digits aided in creating a smooth edge in a design which looked vaguely similar to a flower. Deepening and bolding the sigil, he made sure the display was nice and neat before moving on to the next. This one held an inverted symbol of the same design, looking like the flower had burst or expanded. This one took a bit more time with wider curves and sharper angles. When he was done with the tedious task, he set about lifting up his seven pound creation. Removing a piece of chalk from the bag brought out one stick. With slow motions of his arm and hand he drew onto the table a small glyph, just big enough to sit the Alchemist Doorway on. It held six circles, placed strategically interloping with another, all the same size, with the barrier just outside the loop of the Doorway. Sitting the metal loop down with the utmost care, he was ready to begin.

Today, Tzeon would test a theory. The glyph underneath the loop was designed with the Trigger that activates upon touch, with the simple task of aiding in the control of Djed on any object touching it. Now, all he needed to do was load it. In the Fount he took the small bottle of perfume and poured the single ounce in. Reaching to his side and removing the waterskin he poured an equal amount of water into the Filter slot. In the middle he took up the pound of steel and sat it as close to the center as he could. Protection was next… Tzeon moves to his bed near the hearth and steals away the thick, rough quilt. He had not bought armor, and had little clue what protective gear to wear, so this must do.

He took a small piece of iron from one of the remaining bars, using his Isurian arm to shape it into a thin point. With a sigh, he then used the needle to prick each of his digits one by one… before laying his hand onto the Alchemy Doorway. His fingers touched the inside of the ring while his palm wrapped around to the outside. His eyes soon shut, and now he forces calamity and focuses only on the Djed.

Slowly the energy began to move through the solid circle ring. It took time, and plenty of it. Patience was the only thing that this tedious task could accept. As he felt the Djed begin to race around and around, he readied himself. A bell had gone by only in charging the energy. As it peaks, he opens his eyes to see the ring glowing in a myriad of colors he could not even discern. The quilt was wrapped tight around his body, only a portion of his face and his hand exposed to the alchemy… It seemed well enough, and this brought relief. Now, just the action; and this is where he feared the greatest catastrophe… as it would lead directly to the result, or lack thereof.

Rising from his chair without removing his hand from the ring, he took a deep breath… His hand finally released and he took a step back. The flash of light caused by the activated Alchemical reaction was just as bright as the flash given off by the Glyph underneath. He could feel the air thicken with Djed around the poorly constructed ring, but whether it was the Glyph, or the thick quilt, he did not feel any noticeable changes. By the time it finished, he was panting, his heart racing and his mind blank, save for one question. It took little effort to answer. He lifted the steel bar and smelled of its scent, and what he found brought a smile to his lips.

It smelled of perfume; cheap perfume, but perfume nonetheless. “Success!” He shouted in the Isur tongue. In truth, he had no idea if the Glyph had worked, but it had activated and he was unharmed. The bar smelled sweet, and the perfume and water had vanished almost entirely into the mix. For several more chimes he smelled the steel with one hand as his other took the quilt and dried out the sockets. Time for stage two… The bar was placed back in the center of the ring. In the Fount he placed several pieces of red glass from his bag. In the filter he placed a piece of chalk. With the circle loaded, he coaxed blood to the tips of his fingers of flesh and wrapped himself tighter in his quilt. Again, his hand found the ring, resting over the meridian keystone, where it had just moments before.

With slow breaths and a focused mind, he began again. It had been so short a time between attempts he could have sworn he still felt some residual movement of Djed within. In an extended silence he concentrated. It took the Djed only a few chimes less than before to reach its peak fluctuation. Time for the release again; Tzeon took a deep breath and pushed the spiraling Djed to the center of the ring not even a second before he released. In a duo of flashing lights, the reaction and the sigil below both activate perfectly. The Glyph’s trigger seemed to work exceedingly well, he only hoped the effect can be seen in the final product, even if only for a longer shelf-life.

This time when he moves in to inspect his result, he laughed aloud. Sitting in the center of the ring was a partially transparent piece of glasslike metal with a lovely smell… All cosmetic, thus far, but leaning in he pressed a single digit to the center of the bar. The finger of the isurian arm pressed down, and soon the metal gave and bent. The filter of chalk to remove fragility seemed to work nicely as well. It did seem a bit less dense, and quite a bit smoother, but it took the reshaping well enough. One last step to go, and it was the masterpiece maker.

Now he sat the flowers into the center of the circle. Breaking off just two ounces of the pound bar and placing it into the Fount, then an ounce of iron into the Filter, he readied himself for the last run. This time he wanted more glassy, but not too fragile, and increase their sweet smell. After setting the Charges and the subject, he then repricked his fingers and rested them onto the ring, in the same spot. Last time, then he could rest. Despite standing still for bells, he felt drained, mentally mostly, but his Djed felt a little strange as well.

When he touched the ring again and began to focus, this time it seemed easier to start, like a well-balanced wheel. It still took half a bell before he could feel the Djed loosing acceleration and hitting a maximum flux. For the third time today he took a deep breath and willed the Djed to focus inward, just before releasing the Doorway and stepping back. Flash-flash-CRACK! That third sound was new… As the Djed settled and he moves in, he sees the source… a crack in the table near the glyph. It had been depleted entirely, though doing what, Tzeon was unsure, and for now he had no care in the world about it.

What had spawned from the three step process was enough to swear Izurdin was patting him on the back. Six roses lay there, just as he had placed them. They were almost translucent like glass, but held their color well. The smell they gave off was wonderful, magnified tenfold at least. Lifting one of the roses from the circle with his right hand, he taps it with his left. It did not break with the force, which he knew would be enough to break the glass pieces. Already he was smiling in pride. Lowering the glass rose he taps it onto the table. It did not break, though he could see upon investigation it had bent slightly.

“Beautiful.” He spoke in the Isur tongue once more… It took him several chimes just to get over the smell and sight. “Thank you, Izurdin, for your guidance.” That was from the heart, as a child thanking his father for his first training sword, or his mother for a finely cooked meal they could not afford.

The Isur lays the flower back onto the table. With a glance outside he could already tell he had not slept during the last two Rest times and by now he was ready for the dreamscape. Removing the quilt from his shoulders and draping it gently over the table, he slumps towards his bed and drops like a stone. Tzeon was unconscious before his head had hit the bed.
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[Young Runic Solitary] Alchemy and the Rose

Postby Elysium on May 23rd, 2013, 6:58 pm

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Alchemy +3
Glyphing +1
Blacksmithing +1

Lore:
Alchemy: The Filter and the Fount
How to Craft a Alchemical Ring

Miscellaneous Award:
Overgiving - Temporary Blindness (1 day)

Notes: You had the basics down, so good first solo! There are just a few things you need to know. As a novice, you would not be able to generate such drastic changes with your alchemy. For every skill description in the lore, there is a little chart at the bottom that dictates what the different skill levels are limited to. Also, you depleted an unholy amount of djed in the process which led to overgiving. Remember that magic is dangerous! Doing too much at a time can cause physical harm to the wielder. Finally, remember the endgame of Alchemy is to cool the transmuted object in a bucket of water, much like smithing. Your beautiful object is now hyper-radiated with djed and can cause long-term damage to the handler! Just keep these things in mind as you move forward with your skill training.

and so, the journey continues...
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