Solo A Side Venture: Part 2B

[Clyde Sullins]

1 Fall 514 Letting out a sigh, Clyde looked about the lab, picturing his work before him, the ingredients that would go into it, the steps he would take, and the overall process. All a means to an end, not something Clyde planned to keep. Just a stepping stone. His last work had been an enhanced dagger, a cold iron dagger with enhanced durability and movement speed. Its purpose beyond money making had been to test out his anti-anti theory, making the blade anti- anti him, and thus less effective upon him. It had also been a base chance to test out his movement speed theory. This next step would further test his movement speed theory, with an additional step to movement speed, this time far enough to require a catalyst to keep it stable. Since his final desired item would require one, and would perhaps even surpass this items speed, it was a good test of the speed in increments. He would also increase its durability, but that would be a lesser step, only 2 strides to increase it, while there were 3 for increasing the speed. The catalyst in question would be something he'd recently acquired, the remains of a glassbeak, namely its feet. Since a glassbeak was known for its speed, and the feet was how it moved, it seemed oddly poetic to use them to calm the speed increase upon the cold iron mace he now enhanced. Along with that, unlike the first item which had been a cutting and thrusting weapon, a dagger, this one was a blunt force attack weapon, a mace. Since his final item he desired to make was a hammer, this would also aid him in seeing a blunt force weapon with enhanced speed. A dual purpose then in testing out theories, along with his tertiary purpose of making money to fund his final item. Increasing the speed of the dagger had been interesting, if a bit odd. When he'd lost his grip on it the blade had zoomed off, and imbedded itself into a stone wall with the speed of its toss. He could only imagine then what a blunt force weapon all about speed and force would do with even greater enhancement to speed. Quickly he plotted out the timeline, and his predicted total work of five days. Five days for five steps. Along with that on the third day he would need to add the catalyst, and on the fifth day he would cool it off. A simple enough organization of tasks. Along with that he would continuously inspect the item through his own Auristics, channeled through Cha. First though would be the glyphing set up, This aspect was perhaps the easiest. Almost without thought Clyde churned out the complex warding that would ensconce the pedestal in redundant and multipurpose layers. It was a design he had long since perfected for specific use in Magecrafting, and which he would make fresh for this endeavor. About the pedestal was a layer of filters, a series of backtracks and swerving and sweeping barriers that would slowly filter out any excess djed not fully integrated, absorbing it and not allowing it to recurse back or to affect the overall project. Integrated into that would be a series of small nodules or offshoot rooms, each filled with a small focus. The djed would be absorbed in until they were filled, and then it would feed further along into another layer of focus in more nodules. If it made it through the entire complex maze, it would find a final barrier, a series of larger focus that could absorb quite a bit of djed, backed with a double layered thick barrier to seal it apart from the other parts. After that was a dual layer of barriers, with additional focus inside, on the unlikely chance of a leak or break in the glyphs on either side. On the far side of this was another complex maze of focus and barriers, all capped off with a triple layer of barriers built upon one another, each acting as an external wall to cap off anything externally. The innermost layer were meant to be breached slowly, and to allow out excess flow. The outer most layers were meant to keep out anything external from getting in, a good chance on an island so full of magic. Letting out a sigh, Clyde looked over his complex design, the work of a master who had learned more or less every nuance of the art, and thus could design such a layout. Before he began Clyde chanted a short incantation, a rhyme, calming his nerves before the real work began, Cha held in his hand humming back to him in a way only the two of them could understand and hear. “Weave and bend and twirl your flow. Oncoming djed you shall stop and slow. Outlays absorbed and taken into the fold. Stop all forays, no matter how bold. Together united you are mightier than all. No matter the threat, you shall not tremble nor fall.”

[Clyde Sullins]

Stepping forth, Clyde made his first motion to begin the process of Magecrafting, that of setting the item to be enchanted upon the pedestal. With no small amount of theatrics he did so, sealing himself into continuing with the process. His protective layers in place, hammers charged, and the scroll holding his captured summoned creature remains, he was ready to begin, Cha in hand. Today though she seemed oddly active, an echo or a vibration of sorts buzzing within and through her him. The longer they worked together, the stronger their connection became, till now he could not imagine doing a working without her aid. Hefting up one of the charged hammers, Clyde strode over his inscribed runes and glyphs, to the pedestal in its midst. Stretching out with Cha, Clyde channeled his djed through her, exuding out his djed sense, feeling out and latching onto the cold iron weapon laid out. Within a few moments he had a basic grasp of it, of the exuded aura about the item marking its existence. As he began his work, Clyde focused on his task at hand, striking the weapon with the hammer and releasing the djed held within, and continuing on to the next hammer strike. For now he worked on speed, increasing the items swiftness and swinging speed, on its ability to accelerate and pierce the air. As he worked a song rose up from his mind, sung out by Clyde and reverberated down Cha, rising in crescendo upon each hammer strike, sung at the same time as the rhymes were composed line by line. “Swiftly oh swiftly you sweep through the air. Your enemies skull will become your sweet lair. With a swish and a swipe you swing and fall. On each fell swoop Dira will receive a call. Faster than fast you make your path. In your enemies blood you shall take a bath.” Clyde closed his eyes, listening to the echo, the echo of djed upon the air, of the djed released from the hammer and thrust into the mace. The sounds on the air were a melodious din, a mix of frustration and power in djed form mixed within the airs. Up he raised his hammer, canting it in preparation for the next blow. The mace sang out to him, to them, himself and Cha, speaking in tones and sounds that his ears could never hear. But with Cha they understood, the magical sounds echoing along her wooden skin. It told them where to strike, the cant of the blow, it told them what the mace needed, and allowed them to better aim for the outflow, to even it out and keep it in check. Clyde could not imagine how anyone did work such as this without Auristics. It would be like trying to write a paper blindfolded, or to fight with swords in the dark, or even to listen to a song with deafened ears. So much would be missed, that surely it could not work. Down swung his hammer, striking the mace about a third up from the base, hammer slightly canted at an angle as "such" and coming from such and such angle... As he struck a peal rung out, reverberations rung in the djed of his aura senses, and a feeling audible to him by its effects of shifting and causing a change in the djed. “We hammer and strike and lay out our task. Hoping in its glory to one day bask. Work without tiring we do bell by bell. All for a item we will one day sell. Connected by this day of making we will always be. Even when you are so far away of you I can no longer see.”

[Clyde Sullins]

2 Fall 514 The next day of his work, Clyde continued on with enhancing the speed of the weapon. All of his work was in increments, split up and broken apart piece by piece. Such was how the enhancements worked, stages of enhancement either stacked upon each other or in unique ways. Each stack upon the same enhancement made said enhancement more and more beyond the normal state of the item, till quite amazing changes could take place. With a third step in speed enhancement, one more step than he'd done on the prior weapon, the increase in speed would be noticeably greater. He could only imagine how it would move, how the effect would appear as it swished and slid through the air at a great velocity. Even with Clyde's meager skill in handling a dagger the prior weapon had been deadly... If such a weapon was in the hand of a skilled user, it would be a weapon beyond anything seen by mortal hands. While a skilled user could still be deadly with lesser examples of such weapons, when paired with a greater example surely the result would be even greater. Hefting up Cha in one hand, and a charged hammer in his spare, Clyde once more passed over the warding and over the pedestal. He appraised his prior Glyph work with a skilled eye, and did not detect any issues. Likely if left alone such a design would work for quite some time without any issues, even after this task was done. Now safely ensconced within the wards, they reached out with their djed sight, their aura sense, something that was not possible from outside due to the level of the barriers. Unless one was inside of them, one could not inspect the item with magic. As they connected, Clyde and Cha to the weapon being enchanted, Clyde heard a gentle happy hum. Happy in that it was working on concert and not fighting itself. If he heard such a unhappy sound as that, Clyde would know something was at issue, and was not working or gelling properly. For now though no such issue was occurring. Not surprising since he had been continually inspecting the items aura as he worked, making each hammer strike optimum. As he set to work Clyde hummed to Cha, hummed to the weapon before them, and with a small smile broke into song creation again, laying out each line as he created them. “A swinging weapon you collide and break. Slash through the air as swift as a snake. As you part whole your foe does not. Using their face your head is caught. Parting they fall limp and gone. They'll not rise on the next dawn.” A bit violent, but still in rhyme. It seemed to reflect the actions and spirit of the weapon, of how it likely would be used. As Clyde hammered and infused more djed, he worked on a name. Such a strong weapon, surely it needed a name... Or perhaps not for it, but for the next one, the one he planned to keep. Ancient tongue was not his best language, but he was passable in it and was getting better. A weapon of destruction, of breaking not of blood. There would be blood, but that was not its main action. Breaking. To break. The verb of broke. Clyde thought through the ancient tongue terms, working on a name for a weapon he'd not even started. Broken was Radjud. Break, the present verb form, would be Radjut. To break, breaking, would be this weapons calling, its task and work. Clyde thought on this word as he did his work, hammering the weapon with might blows that hardly made contact or touched with more than a tap, but infused its djed all the same. Break. “Your task, your calling, is to break. Your task, your calling, to destroy and unmake. Your foes fall as wheat before the blade. With a strike and a blow you shall unmake that which once was made.” More reverberations, more singing, but of a tone of its own making. Perhaps Clyde imagined it, or perhaps it was some odd communication or interpretation of his Auristics, but in Clyde's mind it appeared as if Cha sang with him, not in words but in tones and sounds. It was like the two were working together, understanding one another, understanding and melding in a way they'd not yet done. But at the same time it felt right, felt right as they were one, one in motion and task and intent. As Clyde sang as he forged the enchantment, Cha sang of their union and common purpose. Sounds of colors and intent, not of words or meanings, but real all the same.

[Clyde Sullins]

3 Fall 514 On his third day of work, of Magecrafting, Clyde had reached his preparations to begin the third step of increasing the movement speed of the weapon at hand, a cold iron mace. But with three steps focused into one area, a catalyst was needed. It acted as a glue of sorts, or a strong foundation, or many other ways of explaining its function. In the end all that mattered was that it helped calm the strain upon the djeds of the object, a strain caused by a large change to a particular aspect of the essence of the existence of the item at hand being enchanted. In this case with three steps to movement speed, a strain was created upon the behavioral aspect of the item, and so needed to be quelled. Having foreseen the problem, Clyde had summoned and obtained some remains of a Glassbeak. It was a deadly creature, though after a fight with Clyde all that remained was its slightly charred feet, its glassy razor sharp talons still attached to the feet, along with some flesh, and ending with a burnt off top where the bone itself had been scalded and burnt and damaged enough to cause it to easily snap off. Both of these feet were stored in a glyphing scroll, one that had originally been intended to capture the entire live monster in it... But things had not gone as planned, and so he had made do with what he'd gained. And it was a good enough gain as it was. Taking up one of the smallest and finest of hammers, one wrought of gold, Clyde prepared to release the djed of the summoned feet stored inside, directly pulling it out and into the aforementioned charging hammer. Just holding the hammer over the scroll, Clyde could feel a slight hint of djed upon the air, of the magic stored within, as it brushed against his outer aura layer. Only a hint, and only audible to him by his training in the reading of Auras which had honed such senses. With a swooping strike he felled his hammer against the open focus, and felt a surge of djed through the air. The scroll burst aflame, crumbling to ash within a moment, as the magics within it were pulled out and spent, pulled within the charging hammer. With the poweful djed's held aloft, Clyde passed back over to the pedestal, and prepared to insert the strong off world djed into the mace, sending a wave of calming djed to solidify what had been done, and to allow more to be added on top. As he prepared himself, he sang once more, linking himself with Cha and reaching out in union, looking at the potent djeds within the hammer, along with the djeds within the item before them, still malleable and liquid. “Once of flesh and once of bone. Now of djed your powers flown. Flown from one to another here. You fuel the powers of a magic done without fear. Now release your hold and flow smooth and clean. Attach to this and its essence as I keen.” With that Clyde struck, instinctively guiding the hammer along the weapons pathways, of the djed calling and singing forth of their need, of where to strike and where to release. A vibration rang over Clyde and Cha, up their skin, at the potent release of djed was forced into the mace. Already Clyde could sense a difference, a sturdiness to the portion that had been altered before. Where once to add more would have been foolish, now a firm strong ground stood. Moving on to the next step, the third step to increase the movement speed of the weapon, Clyde grinned, over a precipitous hump without any wrongness or issues arising.

[Clyde Sullins]

Clyde's next task, having now calmed the reaction by use of a catalyst, was the third and final enhancement to the movement speed of the mace. Now though the focus was different as he added djed. Looking in his aura vision, Clyde could see the shifting, and knew what to do. As a mountain made firm, Clyde would build up the new djed, focused on the one spot and raising it ever higher. Clyde could hear the deep resonating harmonic, keening with a sound that was not a sound. Without looking Clyde knew it was another sign, an indicator of what was needed and where to place the djed. With his next hammer strike he moved his blow in middair, slowly canting and altering its path to its final destination. Cant, angle, speed, all of it mattered for his purposes, and yet had no true affect or purpose. Instead the motions were a focus, a gesture, a means upon which Clyde fulfilled his intent and made the changes to the items djed alter as he imagined. Much was so in magic, gestures and incantations, which in and of themselves did nothing, but in how they affected and aided other things drew purpose. As the hammer struck Clyde felt and heard the strike, resounding with an echoing peal of metal on metal far greater than the light strike should have made. Half of the sound was true, but that aspect was much lower and quieter. The other aspect was only within his mage senses, enable through Auristics, the sound carrying meaning and understanding in its tone and temper. Especially with the particular enhancement, that of increasing movement speed, the mental connection in the alteration was easier to focus upon and join with when he made such quick sudden strikes of the charged hammer. His strikes were light and slowed right before impact, but appeared to others watching that it was a full force full speed strike, unless they were a truly keen observer. Aiding in his focus of intent as he did his work, Clyde carried on with more hammer strikes, infusing djed as he worked. “Speed of thought and speed of pain. Upon this pedestal your bodies lain. Speed of heart and speed of sound. Upon my heart your striking bound. Speed of djed and speed of soul. Upon my humor oh so droll.” As Clyde watched, his view shifted, taking in a clear tower of djed rising out of the ground that was the mace, the item being enchanted. About it, around it, using the tower of clear djed as a base and support, more djed was added and built up brick by brick. Clear as a color, not clear as in without color, or so Clyde understood. It was clear that the mace laid out was the ground, the clear tower rising upward was the strong and well formed djed's of the glassbeak monster, and the bricks built about it was the new djed he added. Seeing the catalyst as a support was another unique way of interpreting what he was doing, but no more or less true than any other. Having not added the djed of the glassbeak that long ago, it was still leeching and spreading downward, branching out and growing firm as it settled in and throughout. But still in its essence it was differrent, higher and more dense than the djed about it, of what was normally added by his hammer blows. “Blade by blade and leaf by leaf. Built upon our common grief. Ascend above your mundane brother. Speed along past a weaker other.”

[Clyde Sullins]

4 Fall 514 The fourth day of their work, Clyde was nearly done with his enchantment. He had done three steps to increase the movement speed of the weapon, increasing the innate behavior of it that was how fast it moved naturally, to a much greater speed. He'd added in the glassbeak feet, stabilizing the reaction and process, which had been concentrated heavily upon said behavioral enhancement. Next was the two final steps, a pair of steps to increase the durability of the cold iron mace. Now was time to begin the first of the two, making the mace stronger and hardier, more able to withstand damage. A mace was a blunt effect weapon, blunt force striking and doing its damage. If it crumpled though, could not withstand its own force, then it would be useless. It was one reason when he made a weapon, he almost always added a step in increasing durability, if not more than one. It was the first and most important, though in this case the last by order. Hefting another hammer that had been charged, Clyde stood over the pedestal, examining and mulling over the mace and its souls effervescence, Its aura, through the conduit and partner of Cha. Already the djed added made the mace visibly brighter and stronger, full of more djed than when it had begun. Adding the catalyst had made the most noticeable alteration in this regard. Now though Clyde aimed for a new segment, a new type of change, to a new aspect of the weapon. As he sang out his incantation, the mace sang back, telling them its secrets, its sensitive spots, and where it felt need. Need was where it was weak and could stand to be made more. Where djed could be tacked on, added, to make the alterations to its essence. “Bluntly oh bluntly with force you shall pound. Left your foes in your wake in a great mound. Too mundane motions you are no longer bound. Motions through space till your target is found.” With great force and yet great sensitivity, Clyde met his charged hammer to the face of the mace, discharging its held djed. It was not in this case about force, but intent and contact. A light tap was enough, so long as it had the force and conviction behind it as a full force strike. Another hammer, and another, each one dispelling its djed's into a particular segment of the weapons djed makeup, altering and changing, loosening the bounds and strictures that described it and how it interacted with the world. Each strike altering a letter, a word, a line, and building till a different story was told, till it no longer was nearly so constrained, till it was heightened above the mundane. For that was what Magecrafting was. Changing the items story, of how it acted, how it reacted, and heightening or ascending it to new heights above mundane possibility. So many ways of the saying the same thing, of explaining Magecrafting and its process, but all saying the same thing. “Held in hand, mine or another. Foe to foe, tearing them asunder.”

[Clyde Sullins]

5 Fall 514 The final day of his work, Clyde let out a small sigh as he looked at his progress. He'd changed a mundane weapon into a deadly tool, enhanced in both strength and speed beyond its less ascended brethren. Clyde could only imagine what such a thing would look like in battle, or what it could truly manage. He had one final step in the Magecrafting process, the final step in enhancing the items durability. Then it would be time to cool off the item, after which the change would be made permanent and final. Then it would be ready for use. But as with the last item he'd made, he knew of this weapons ferocity and the damage it could unleash. Should he not perhaps also add a similar Anti-Anti-Sullins essence to it? It would be simple enough, adding in a bit of his blood as an optional reagent, and canting it in reverse of the normal Anti-essence addition. It was only common sense to make sure his own weapons could not be used against him... So in the middle of the day, in the middle of work with adding djed via the hammers, Clyde took out his well used dagger, and quickly sterilized it with a bit of fire Reimancy. All it took was a bit of wafting flame below the blade, bathing it in the heat, which killed anything dangerous on it. Also with a hot blade, the cut tended to not be as bad. Clyde waited a chime or two for it to cool enough to be tolerable, and then stood over the pedestal, his empty left hand over the weapon being enchanted, his right holding the cleaned dagger. Cha was not left behind, instead held under the crook of his left arm, ready to take it back. With a small shallow motion, Clyde cut the index finger on his left hand, letting the blood flow freely. Gravity did its work, and the blood dripped and splattered, some falling amongst the pedestal's stone, but some finding its way to the mace's head and body. After a chime or two of this, Clyde stopped as the blood flow did. By then his finger had clotted enough to slow the bleeding. Heading back he wiped the dagger clean, and set it away, taking up another charging hammer. Standing over the pedestal and its held weapon, Clyde chanted again, before striking and infusing the blood into the essence of the mace, focusing on the concept of Anti-Anti- of him, of the blood that would bond them. “Of my blood, you are my kin. Of my blood, our bond we deepen. I shall not harm, nor shall you I. Even beyond when this blood I shed shall dry.” With that a hammer blow, a strike, and the blood was gone, carried along with the djeds released by the hammer, deep within and into the mace, the essence carried along and sealed within along with the change. The other abilities swathed in this kindred connection, limited as such from harm as could be done by such a simple action. Perhaps it was not perfect, perhaps he did not fully understand this new Anti-Anti- concept, but a connection was a connection, and making it any less deadly against him would surely be a good thing.

[Clyde Sullins]

Done with the added step of using his own blood to make the weapon Anti-Anti-Clyde, next was the final step of durability enhancement, the final step before Clyde was done with the enchantment, and could cool off the weapon. As Clyde prepared more of the hammers to strike the mace and release their stored djed, he focused himself on thoughts of solidity. Strong, solid, calm, everlasting, and stern. Something that did not give or fail, that did not fall or split. Without thinking he once more broke into verse, filling his lines with similarities to his desired end result and thought, as he prepared to strike a firm blow with the hammer. “Stern you stand, proud and strong. Your time in this land will be eons long. Unmoving you are through the pass of time. You'll not rot or fade, like this impermanent rhyme.” Full of a focus, Clyde sifted through his work, the djeds of the mace, fastening in on the proper spot to insert the djed. Along with that he saw the pathway that needed filling, that called out for him to fill it. With his previous strikes he had focused on speed. Now he focused instead on a strong and steady movement that did not waver or give in. Though it perhaps did nothing, lining up his actions with the desired end result seemed to make a proper symmetry that harmonized with the overarching enchantment. As the hammer met the mace on its face, a peal rose, slow and steady and low, unlike the prior ones that had been light and bright and fast and high. It was no more right or wrong for this, simply different. But then so was the change being added to the mace, and so it made sense that its seeming and essence spreading throughout the weapon, of the changes it left behind, would be different from the earlier ones. Such was Magecrafting, a work of harmony and symmetries and logic, while not necessarily in a way that was straightforward or clearly so at first glance. Often enough it was a odd sense of harmony and connectedness or symmetry that Clyde was in search of, and not always the most obvious means. As with other things Clyde did the immediate face of things was not always the truth, something he had long ago learned as a Chaon. Truth was truth, but not all truth was true truth to its essence and core. Something that in one place was true was not in another, and something that in one sense or position or cant was one thing, could in truth be another when circumstances or understanding changed. Such was the things Clyde was in search of in truth, a logic of logic, but not necessarily for a logical reason. Smiling to himself, something occurred to Clyde. “If logic is only for its own sake, and for no end logical result, is not said logic then in truth Chaos in disguise? For it fools and tricks as it moves, making one think it is in essence logical by its facade, but in its utter essence it is without reason or base and so truly is the essence of Chaos.” What was an illogical logic but Chaos? A true enough question, whether the question could be answered or not. As Clyde continued on, striking with hammers and discharging its held djed, he smiled and hummed to himself, suddenly in high spirits as he stretched out his own senses along with Cha. “A fool in one eye could be a genius in another. A killer in one land could be a wise man's brother. Truth upon truth does not always hold true. For when logic is without logic, a confusion is what one will brew.”

[Clyde Sullins]

With that done, Clyde continued on in his work, finishing up the day of the Magecrafting with the final step after a few more hammers with that of cooling off the item in the prepared waters. Next was too prepare the basin, to properly prepare and add in the charged waters for cooling off the Magecrafted item. Adding some simple Glyphs, Clyde scrawled in its cool stone bottom his signature marking, that of a black sun. A circle with a waving line about it, meant to depict vaguely the sign of an eclipse, though something likely that not many would recognize, and that Clyde could easily explain away as another rune. That and since it would not last long, and would soon be removed, made Clyde feel free to add it. Taking out a bit of mineral power, Clyde rubbed it into the focus, several he had placed about the basin. The ink of his prior marks were marred slightly by his motions, but it did not greatly matter. They were not true Glyphing runes, would not be used to hold potent djeds, and so it was of little import. Next was the waters, pure, unlike the often tainted waters found about the isle of Sahova. Slowly Clyde tilted it, adding in a bit more water till it was properly high enough. That done Clyde added in another pinch of additional mineral powder, letting it waft throughout the waters. Once the runes had fully dissolved into the waters, leaving no trace, Clyde was ready for the next step, dropping in the finished Magecrafted product. All of his other work done, Clyde carefully picked up the item, a final motion showing no additional Magecrafting or enchantment could be done to it. A item should not be removed until it was done being enchanted, and certainly no added steps could be taken, lest distortions or issues should arise. Then with a release of his hand, the weapon fell, straight into the waters. As it fell into the depth of the basin, the waters bubbled and frothed, agitated and heated as the process within the item cooled and solidified. It was not a true heat being released, but a magical concept of one. Clyde stood with the waters, bell after bell, waiting for its work to finish. Finally after an interminable amount of time the waters calmed, slowing to a gentle burble. Longer still only an occasional bubble or movement arose. Finally the waters gentled, calmed, signifying the end of his work. Reaching in Clyde pulled out the mace, a splash as his hand entered, and another as his hand exited with it held tightly. Physically it was cool to the touch, an effect of the cold iron in its make. Magically though a tingle went up his arm, as the potent djed of the enchantment brushed against him, a tingle akin to the one he felt as he held Cha, but different. This was a new tingle, an unfamiliar one, but of magic all the same. In his other hand Cha responded, sending a pulse of tingling up his right arm, a tingle of their auras brushing against another. Oddly though Clyde felt another quick tingle of activity, that of the wound on his chest, the mark that still revealed where Rhysols blood had been spilled on his wounded flesh. It was over as soon as it started, leaving Clyde to wonder if he'd imagined it, or if it had something to do with some other magic at work, such as Auristics... But still, it was odd, the first time he'd felt such a connection and link between his gnosis connection with Rhysol, and Cha herself. Breakdown : So, the item is as follows- Base: Mace, Light(Cold Iron) Enchantment: +2 Durability(Structural)- Moderate +3 Movement Speed(Behavioral)- Greater Catalyst: - Pair of Glassbeak feet Optional Reagent: - Clyde's own blood- Anti-Anti- Clyde effect Name:- Ant-Anti Clyde Cold Iron Light Mace, with moderate increase to durability, and greater increase to movement speed.

[Keene Ward]

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“It is the brain, the little gray cells on which one must rely. One must seek the truth within--not without." - Poirot

Clyde :

Skills: Auristics | +5 EXP Magecraft | +5 EXP Composition | +5 EXP Drawing | +2 EXP Logic | +1 EXP Meditation | +1 EXP Organization | +1 EXP Philosophy | +1 EXP Planning | +3 EXP Tactics | +1 EXP Observation | +5 EXP Singing | +4 EXP Lores: Communing with Cha Cha: The Silent Songstress Philosophy: The Nature of Truth Philosophy: The Chaos in Logic Auristics: "Song of Speed" Auristics: "Hymn of Hardiness" Loot 1 'Randjat Mark 1' (MC 5, Cold Iron Light Mace)

Post Script :

Congratulations! Clyde has created an MC 5 Cold Iron Mace! The Radjat Mark I (Or the Anti-Anti Clyde Cold Iron Light Mace) has a moderately increased durability and a greater enchantment to speed. Please add this item to your inventory, and it will be updated in your SS thread as well! So dang. I learned a ton about MCing from this thread. Very very nice outline of everything Clyde was doing along with the reasonings behind. The clear, precise nature of your writing paired with the well thought out and delivered steps of the process made this incredibly easy to understand. The greater concepts and Clyde's subjective perspective gave me a really good feel for what was being done, why, and how he indented to make it all happen. Most excellent, keep up the great work, Clyde!