30 Summer 514 Looking over his equipment, Clyde assessed his needs, and plotted out the course of his project. Sitting before him was a dagger, one of cold iron, a metal Clyde had yet to work with. Quietly Clyde stepped forward, and placed it upon the pedestal. It was unstarted, but it was a simple first step to place it there. Next up was the hammers, all fully charged. Next was the various reagents and ingredients that would be consumed during the enchantment process. He had only just been tasked with the project, but he was ready to move forward with it, and to do his best. An intriguing thing to say the least, making an Anti-nuit dagger, and then enforcing and pushing past the normal boundaries of that, and making the Anti-nuit affect all the stronger, the more deadly to nuits. Clyde was honestly uncertain what this weapon would look like in action, exactly how deadly it would be to a nuit, but he was interested to find out. Assuming of course he was allowed to see it in action. This effect would be created by using nuit ichor. Ichor from one nuit would likely be enough, but he'd been promised ichor from three. A bit of overkill, but Clyde preferred to err on the side of caution. Plus, he'd simply wanted to see if they would follow this order of his. Before him lay three vials of ichor, each from a different source. Or at least, that was what he was told. Taking out a large bowl, Clyde emptied roughly half the contents of each vial into the bowl, then took out a bag of the mineral power used in making a magic staff. Since he wanted the effect to sink deeply, into the essence of the dagger, a small bit of the powder seemed a simple way to do it. Not to much, or else it might not work correctly for a metal weapon. But a small pinch, a dusting mixed in, should be fine. More as a glue, than as a agent of alteration as it was in a magic staff step. Taking a pinch, Clyde dusted it over the ichor in the bowl, then slowly mixed it, churned it, melded it into one smear of ichor that could not be told apart from its original constituent owners. Next he added in another pinch of a powdered reagent, the original item hard to tell considered how well it had been grounded. But a small additional bit of djed to add to the reaction would be all the better for carrying the effect. Mixing it up once more, Clyde handed it to Ice, the female Magecrafter there to aid him, and then went to grab a hammer himself. Along with Ice he headed over the warding, still there from his previous casting days ago, having only needed the most minute repair work to bring it back to full strength after the prior enchantment. It was strong enough that it could likely stand up to dozens of such enchantments before failing. Not that he planned to test that theory, he'd be erasing it after this project was done. Dipping the hammer into the ichor, its head anyways, Clyde made sure to slather it well onto it, deeply and until a thin misting of ichor remained coating it. As he did this, he extended out his will, wishing and willing for his aura sense to expand, pushing and churning at his djed and visualizing an expanding nimbus of sight around him. As he did he pushed djed down through Cha, let her radiate it, let it build up, and then released it. His Aura sight unfolded, lashing out from the staff, and latching onto the dagger. Clyde mentally willed it to pull apart, to shift, and grasped fully at the dagger through his staff. He would watch through his staff the process, feeling and sensing for the changes. In the meanwhile, he would attempt to better focus on the dagger, aligning his own sight more deeply on it. Passing the hammer to Ice, he took the bowl, and dribbled the ichor mix over the dagger upon the pedestal. He carefully glossed it, turning over the dagger once, and getting at both sides. Handing back the bowl, and retaking the hammer, Clyde stood over the dagger. Then with one motion, he bent and struck the dagger on the blade, a action of finality as the Magecrafting process was begun. |