Continued from here...
Ialari awoke some time later. Her entire body ached as if she had spent the entirety of the past day walking up a steep incline while carrying a couple hundred extra pounds. The muscles in her back screamed their displeasure as Ialari tried to sit up. Her arms trembled lightly and her legs felt as though they may cramp at any moment. While she had imparted with Izentor a few times in the past, it was never as involved as it was this time. Of course back then she only possessed the first mark of Izurdin and had never tried to impart anything other than minor structural enhancements upon an item. She didn't remember falling asleep as her eyes widened and darted around the room. On her the stand next to her bed sat the cup. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ialari slowly and painfully slid her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she held her head in her hands; her skull feeling like it may split. The idea of skulls came to mind as she looked up at Huros' skull; the skull of the nuit she had only recently performed a bit of research upon. It sat on the shelf, grinning at her. There were still bits of flesh and hair remaining on the skull and from the smell of things a bit of left over filth still stuck in the skull's interior. While she was no stranger to the smell of rotting flesh; she was a living being inhabiting an island of rotting corpses after all, she would have to figure out a way to finish cleaning the skull if only to maintain some level of cleanliness in her laboratory.
In the meantime, she made the decision to continue work on the cup and finish what she started there. In order to do this, she would need to go to one of the communal workshops in order to gain access to the equipment required for magecrafting. Although Ialari had some amount of skill in the discipline, she was not proficient enough for the Masters to allow her to use the Citadel's magecrafting resources in her own lab.
Painfully moving from the bed to standing next to it, Ialari reached for her staff to help balance herself while she carefully stretched in hopes of loosening her overwhelmed muscles. Grimacing throughout and stifling a few small cries of pain, she eventually worked out the cramps and loosened some of the tightness in her muscles. Ialari then turned to one of her workbenches and began gathering some items she would need. She took a belt pouch and started filling it with a number of things including a few vials of soul vector, a small bag of dried tea leaves and her simple first aid kit. She also tucked her dagger in belt.
Before leaving her lab, Ialari took a few moments start up a small fire in the hearth and boil a bit of water. When the water was ready, she filled a small cup with it and dropped in a couple tea leaves. She sipped at the tea and took a few bites of some stale bread and dried meat. Though not filing her up, the small meal did help take the edge of hunger off. When finished, Ialari left the lab and made her way to the nearest workshop containing magecrafting facilities.
Ialari awoke some time later. Her entire body ached as if she had spent the entirety of the past day walking up a steep incline while carrying a couple hundred extra pounds. The muscles in her back screamed their displeasure as Ialari tried to sit up. Her arms trembled lightly and her legs felt as though they may cramp at any moment. While she had imparted with Izentor a few times in the past, it was never as involved as it was this time. Of course back then she only possessed the first mark of Izurdin and had never tried to impart anything other than minor structural enhancements upon an item. She didn't remember falling asleep as her eyes widened and darted around the room. On her the stand next to her bed sat the cup. Breathing a sigh of relief, Ialari slowly and painfully slid her legs to hang over the side of the bed as she held her head in her hands; her skull feeling like it may split. The idea of skulls came to mind as she looked up at Huros' skull; the skull of the nuit she had only recently performed a bit of research upon. It sat on the shelf, grinning at her. There were still bits of flesh and hair remaining on the skull and from the smell of things a bit of left over filth still stuck in the skull's interior. While she was no stranger to the smell of rotting flesh; she was a living being inhabiting an island of rotting corpses after all, she would have to figure out a way to finish cleaning the skull if only to maintain some level of cleanliness in her laboratory.
In the meantime, she made the decision to continue work on the cup and finish what she started there. In order to do this, she would need to go to one of the communal workshops in order to gain access to the equipment required for magecrafting. Although Ialari had some amount of skill in the discipline, she was not proficient enough for the Masters to allow her to use the Citadel's magecrafting resources in her own lab.
Painfully moving from the bed to standing next to it, Ialari reached for her staff to help balance herself while she carefully stretched in hopes of loosening her overwhelmed muscles. Grimacing throughout and stifling a few small cries of pain, she eventually worked out the cramps and loosened some of the tightness in her muscles. Ialari then turned to one of her workbenches and began gathering some items she would need. She took a belt pouch and started filling it with a number of things including a few vials of soul vector, a small bag of dried tea leaves and her simple first aid kit. She also tucked her dagger in belt.
Before leaving her lab, Ialari took a few moments start up a small fire in the hearth and boil a bit of water. When the water was ready, she filled a small cup with it and dropped in a couple tea leaves. She sipped at the tea and took a few bites of some stale bread and dried meat. Though not filing her up, the small meal did help take the edge of hunger off. When finished, Ialari left the lab and made her way to the nearest workshop containing magecrafting facilities.
