Solo [Lab 13-J]A Blade Infused

Clyde does a project for Farke, making an Anti-Nuit dagger

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[Lab 13-J]A Blade Infused

Postby Clyde Sullins on August 5th, 2014, 10:48 pm

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.

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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[Lab 13-J]A Blade Infused

Postby Clyde Sullins on August 7th, 2014, 8:26 pm

Focused on the dagger as he was, Clyde could witness the resonant unfolding and empowering of the djed, as the djed charged into the hammer by draining some ingredient was released directly into the pathway of the dagger at the point Clyde struck.

But it did not just carry djed, also ichor, the essence of ichor. It was upon the hammer, melded with the djed as it left and passed into the daggers blade. Ity also flared to life with a shining of power as the ichor upon the blade reacted, and was carried within.

Like glowing lines snaking throughout it, as if he could see the blood flowing within the item, Clyde saw the essence of the white ichor flowing throughout the blade's pathways, passing through every vertice as the essence was ingrained throughout it.

Taking a new hammer from Ice, Clyde repeated this process, coating a second hammer in ichor, and then canting the sledge of the hammer. Picking out the correct spot, the right pathway to balance the djed being inserted into it, Clyde struck again, releasing the djed held within, a tingling running up Cha's flesh and through her into him, as the potent djed's moved from one vessel to another. However while the first one could hold the charge of the djed, it was unaffected by it. The dagger though was not purpose built to hold the djed charge, instead the djed acted upon it, changing it, altering its story, its song, to tell a different tune, to tell a different tale.

Such was Magecrafting.

As the tingling faded along his spine, Clyde headed back to the table full of charged hammers, carrying the two spent ones. Checking over those left, Clyde grabbed a smallish one, and a largish one, not the two ends of the scale, but close to it.

With the two hammers in hand, Clyde prepped one more with the ichor, and left the other clean. Each time the djed was released, it carried with it the essence of the ichor, and it sank deeper into the essence of the dagger. With each blow the essence soaked deeper, with each blow the hammer forced it deeper. With each strike the dagger came to understand it better, understand what it would destroy.

Focusing on a killer intent, of rending flesh and rotting bones, powdering deep within, Clyde struck with the ichored hammer on a new spot, the spot that sang to Clyde that it needed filling.

He willed the dagger to cut through nuit flesh like it was water, to inset rot, to weaken bone, to slice clean through anything of nuit kind that lay before it.

With this intent in mind, Clyde made his strike with the ichor free hammer, willing it to deepen the destructive qualities the blade had for nuit kind.


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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[Lab 13-J]A Blade Infused

Postby Clyde Sullins on August 8th, 2014, 12:24 am

Now that Clyde was more or less done instilling the ichor into the item, all that was left was the reinforcement of that Anti-nuit behavoir. Two steps of behavioral enhancement, each one increasing its effectiveness, until it was uncertain how strong it would be.

Certainly though, Clyde would like to see its effect in action, to see the product of his work.

He'd used up more or less all of the mixed ichor in the bowl, though he still had the remaining ichor in the various stoppered vials. Perhaps he'd keep those to use later for some other end. Or not, he was undecided. But unless Ice took them, he'd keep them, and stow them away with his things. One never knew when a bit of extra ichor might be useful.

Glancing at the dagger, Clyde felt it with his mind, felt the cool touch of the metal. Perhaps that was why it was called cold iron, as it was cold to the touch. This was his first time enchanting it, so he had no other experience with it to go by. It seemed a fine enough material, though not as good as the isurian steel he'd worked with before, long ago when enchanting a dagger. It had been one of his earliest works, back in Ravok.

However that was unimportant to the task, and so Clyde focused his vision deeper on the djed pathways, of the internal structure of the weapon. It was his main focus. Clyde could hear the gentle thrum of djed within, hot and liquid and maleable, still flowing and changing. Soon enough the djed would settle, and solidify, when it was cooled, and then the effects would become constant. But for now, he could still make changes, and alter the item further.

Pointing out a few spots for Ice, Clyde instructed her on where to strike, and then headed back to deposit his hammers that had been spent. It was a quick trip to drop those off, and then grabbing a few more and heading within.

He quickly latched back on to the aura of the weapon as he entered the warding, checking it over for Ice's actions. Then he made his own, taking into account her strikes, and making some of his own. Canting the hammer like so, and strike with force here, inserting the djed thusly into this pathway.

With the second hammer he came from a different side, focusing both on the yet to be filled pathways, those yearning to be expanded, and on the effects of the prior strikes, along with Ice's. It had to build in unison, a wave of djed reformating the item and how it acted and existed. He could not let one area go faster, nor could he let an unbalancing effect come in. He had to aim his blows and serve his intent, doing so in such a way that it kept things even and working in harmony. A cacophony of sounds and prickles as he looked at the raw power worming throughout the blade.

The blade itself was being altered, just the blade. The hilt would likely be fine, not have a problem with being held by a nuit, only the blade itself was the foe of all nuits.

Canting the strike, aiming just right so the flow of his blow would go this way, knocking into and mixing with this bit, while pushing down this bit, and... Strike...

Now it would be a short break, while the hammers were refilled, and then back to it hammer and tongs. Though he did not often use tongs in his crafting.


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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[Lab 13-J]A Blade Infused

Postby Clyde Sullins on August 8th, 2014, 12:25 am

32 Summer 514


It was another day spent on enchanting. Though it was hard to tell the time underground, bells had passed by. Days. from sun up to sun set. Clyde and Ice worked away at their magics, hammers striking, flashes of djed up his spine and Cha's. All the while a focus on a single intent.

On making the blade the bane of nuit, deepening the effect in the blade, and only the blade. Imagining the blade being held by a hand, and cutting through nuit flesh as if it was water. Lopping off a limb, bone and all. The bone crumbling to dust and giving like a soft cheese as the blade struck. Along the cut the flesh rotted, like mold spreading on a cheese.

Then he focused as he struck, holding the hammer up as so, canting it, and filling it with intent. This time the hand was that of a nuit, striking another nuit, lashing out with the blade and cutting through the dead flesh. The handle did not burn or sting or hurt the nuit flesh, only the blade.

A lowering, a tap, and a expulsion of djed that reverberated throughout the item, eventually fading into the melody of the dagger. A echo of the sound went through Cha and up his spine, vibrating there for a moment.

Pausing for a moment, Clyde analyzed the dagger, checking over its aura, its spots, finding the right vertice. This one was good, so was this one... But this was a bit shallow, and this a bit too high. But if he hit this one like so, and did this bit like SO...

With another tap he infused the dagger with the djed, releasing it, and watching as it echoed and sounded throughout the room, ringing true in his aura sense. He could tell by the tone alone that it had gone well, that it had been well inserted into the pathway just right, but still watched with his djed vision as it spread out and the ripples made their varying effects.

Taking in a deep breath, Clyde pointed out a pair of strike points for Ice, along with the angle of the blows, and then headed back for more hammers. On and on it spun, an endless cycle of hammers and infusions and reloading of hammers. All while keeping his mind razor focused on the one task, and on guiding the djed to that task. Within it the signature of the ichor swam. By its can't it was clearly charging, surging, on the attack. The dagger read the ichor signature, and attuned to it.

Attuning so as to make it ring the same way, to connect and collide and scream through, tearing and rending and cutting. Stacked in line with this, was the behavioral enchantment steps, enforcing it, deepening it, strengthening it.

As he worked Clyde hummed a small tune to himself, a small smile coming over his face.

“A blade of intent you charge and you fall. Out to your kin you cut as you call. The song is sung of death and destroying. With your foe you are never toying. So slice and cut and slide right through. You know your foe, and from its flesh you shall hew.”

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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[Lab 13-J]A Blade Infused

Postby Clyde Sullins on August 8th, 2014, 5:50 pm

33 Summer 514


Standing over the dagger, Clyde let out a sigh. The enchantment was done, having just delivered the last hammer blow infusing it with djed. Now he could see it was at its capacity. The pathways had been expanded, filled, and prepared. Any more and he would begin to move into the third level of enchantment. And he did not have the resources for that, nor a catalyst to stabilize it.

Now it was simply time to cool it off. Making his way to the basin where the dagger would be immersed, he took up several items. A pot of inscribing paint. Along with more of the mineral powder. Taking up a pinch, he drizzled it into the paint, and then mixed it up with a small wooden mixer. Clyde did this for several chimes, longer than it took, but he wanted to make sure it was mixed properly.

Taking out a brush he began to paint out the simple glyphs used in magecrafting, covering various bits of the basin in it. One on the bottom, a odd symbol that combined the basic image of the black sun, a circle with a waving line bound to it, with a pair of double lines passing through it to make a doubled x. These then rounded out, making a circle just about the outer line of the waving bit.

He copied this onto the sides, on each of the four points more or less spread out evenly. Then with Ice's help, he filled the basin with water. As it did, the glyphs melded with the water, bits being washed off right away, other bits slowly melting into the water, being mixed in and floating throughout till it dissolved.

Adding one more pinch of the mineral powder, he mixed the water within, using a new wooden stirrer, sloshing the water about a bit, though not over the rim. Once the water settled, Clyde headed back to the pedestal, giving the dagger one final look. For now it was still liquid, impermanent, not settled. But once he plucked it from the pedestal, and cooled it in the waters he had prepared, it would harden into a solid item, permanent, more or less. At least so long as the blade itself endured.

Picking up the blade, Clyde headed to the basin, watching it with Ice. Still concentrating on the daggers aura, he watched as he let it slip through his fingers, sinking to the bottom.

As the waters churned and bubbled as if the blade was white hot, Clyde watched its aura. He had never before watched a aura of an item during this step. It was odd. If the djed within it was a fast flowing river, then the action taking place was like a cold winter breeze flowing by. It was not immediate, but slowly the waters lessened their travel. Bell by bell they pulled back, until finally it was moving at a snails pace.

Then it began to harden, like ice hardened from the cold waters. It moved inward, starting on the banks, the edges, and moving in. Then deeper, going through the waters and the altered essence of the dagger, hardening into the new shape and abilities Clyde had made.

With a sigh he watched through his dualed vision, his mundane eyes watching the waters calm, the disturbance lessen, the water grow placid. His djed vision watched as the river of djed cooled and hardened into a sheet of ice, then a solid hunk of it, and finally into a single solid substance, filled with the various colors, but solid and unchanging, as a normal items aura was. It rang of djed and magic, with a silvery hint to it from his own influence. Along with that was the cold touch of the steel, the white of the ichor, three traces melded into one.

The process done, Clyde reached into the basin, and pulled out the blade. As the water dripped off it, Clyde grinned back at Ice, showing her the final product.

“And so one thing is done, and another is begun... I wonder what will be next...”


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I am actually in RL a super intelligent hamster from Rhode Island, with a 7 year plan to take over the world.

Update 6/2/18- 1:10AM EST: His 7 year plan a success, and several weeks ahead of schedule, Clyde leaves to oversee the world he has taken over.

No new threads after end of Spring 518-Will still be checking for PM's occasionally, but focusing on a new character.

Graders note: :
Please be aware Clyde is a master Magecrafter. He therefore should not be gaining full xp(or possibly shouldn't gain any at all) for simple tasks related to this magic, such as low level MC items, particularly for repetitions of creations he has done before. Feel free to contact me if unsure of a instance of his magic use compared to his skill level.
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[Lab 13-J]A Blade Infused

Postby Ink on September 8th, 2014, 1:39 pm

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When Iceris left to take the finished project to her master, she took with her the extra materials. Giving a magecrafter who has proven their ability to create weapons against nuit was unwise, even if this step meant he would soon be among their numbers. She eyed the blade speculatively as she disappeared through the door.

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