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An undead citadel created before the cataclysm, Sahova is devoted to all kinds of magical research. The living may visit the island, if they are willing to obey its rules. [Lore]

[Work Order] The First Stratum

Postby Ink on September 1st, 2014, 7:02 am

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Timestamp: 53rd of Fall 514 AV

The vast majority of the work orders had been received and completed. Yet still Rayage had not been delivered one. Leth’s gleam filtered through the clouds, high in the sky before a stranger padded into Rayage’s laboratory. “Master Rayage,” the young Nuit began, twisting his apprentice’s ring with nerves. “I have come to lead you to your work order the materials have finally arrived.” He bowed awkwardly. “Directions will not help you learn, it’s a place you can only find if you have been there. So please Master, follow me.” The apprentice waited, fidgeting unnaturally for a Nuit, until Rayage was prepared to leave.

It was fortunate Rayage’s lab was already near the bowels of the tower, for they had a long walk ahead. The apprentice led down. Down passed the laboratories where the Masters of dangerous arts practiced. Down passed the workspaces guarded by deadly golems. Down passed the the known and safe cavern floors. Down, down down. Finally when the lit arrows began to fade the apprentice pulled a tiny glowing stone from the pockets of his robes and led onward. They descended no further but took a number of seemingly arbitrary turns. He led, now on an even plane for an entire bell. If Rayage attempted to discern their direction he would find they headed east.

Finally when the apprentice stopped and held up his tiny glowing magelight, it was before a grand set of double doors. Ornate by design, enormous by necessity. Made of aged sturdy maple and reinforced with any number of magics it was foreboding in the dirty depths of the unknown caverns. Easily the doors stood twenty feet from floor to ceiling, and half again as wide. The apprentice pushed his shoulder into the left door and cracked it open so that both mages could pass through.

What lay within was the secret to the work orders, but since none had been assembled together it was utter chaos with no way to ascertain the end product. “Your Master has entrusted you with a great task Master Rayage.” The apprentice stated, though he carefully failed to mention Qiao by name. He led the alchemist once more through the chamber to a corner where thousands of planks of wood were being stacked by the might of Sahovan slaves. He grasped a shorter plank, a sample piece and set it up right before Rayage. “Your work order is to devise a method for making this wood not only completely resilient to water, but as difficult to puncture as possible while remaining buoyant.” If Rayage didn’t grab the plank it would rattle to the floor as the apprentice moved away. He futzed with his robes. “After you have the method other wizards will be put to work transmuting all of this wood as you have.”

The apprentice bowed once more and turned to hurry away, as much as a Nuit could hurry. As he disappeared amidst the chaos, a wave crash echoed in the chamber. A full half of the cavern chamber was dominated by frigid ocean.
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[Work Order] The First Stratum

Postby Rayage on December 7th, 2014, 9:08 am

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One Bell Later

The chamber was lit sparsely, and it was by that light Rayage had instructed for golems to bring her the materials she would need to complete this project. The instructions were clear, and it was her duty to make these materials worthy of Sahovas purpose of them. She needed to make this wood water resistant and difficult to pierce while still keeping the woods ability to float on water. Luckily, some chimes ago, a small, simple wooden desk and chair were brought into the room for the wizard. Accompanying its arrival was an inkwell and some parchment for her to draft her ideas on. There was something about writing ideas down on paper that was magical in itself. The ink seemed to bring the ideas clearer in the mind, and the conscious act of thinking of which words to place was spectacular. It allowed the wizard to fully focus on her task.

Stooped over the table, a stray and rebellious strand of her black hair fell from behind her as she worked. It touched the paper and obscured the nuits vision forcing the woman to stop her work and put the hair back in place. Her eyes narrowed at the paper full of ideas and inquiries. Her mind seemed to flow onto the paper in no order at all, but that was where the best ideas were present. In chaos ideas were born, and from that birth it can be refined and organized and materialized into reality. She just needed the idea, the formula to pop into her head, divine inspiration. However, it was not coming as easily as she would like. So far she had many ideas on fortifying the wood magically against piercing, but they all seemed impractical and almost impossible. She would have to experiment.

Setting her quill aside she capped the inkwell and stood up. Looking over the stacked wood she smiled at herself. A step, and another step, she took her time with her strides towards the pile. She then took a lose board and held it there in her hand. She looked over it, her hand going over the rough wooden plank, tracing the lines and imperfections within the board itself. The woods grain was unforgiving. If she wasn’t careful she could get a sliver, she noticed. Lifting it up and down she noted its weight, and then with a small and gentle force she pushed up and released the board. It hopped from her arms and then landed again, the nuit catching it.

She played with the wood as she walked over to the edge of the cave, where the waters of the ocean crashed against the side of the wall. From her vantage point she looked down into the depths of the sea. A secret place this was. A secret place by the sea. The waters were a blackish blue, deep, and like anything in Sahova ruthless. The waves crashed causing a constant melody to fill the entire chamber. It was a sweet rhythm, a natural and soothing sound that made it easier for her to think. The salt in air, the fresh air provided by the opening was a great refresher. Rayage half wished she could work here when she got bored of her lab. However, she was on a mission, this project was for Sahova. She had to complete it.

Holding the board over the edge of where she stood. The sea threatened to engulf it, and the waves seemed to grow hungrier when she showed it the board. She then released it, letting the board drop into the expanse of the ocean. The board bobbed and was enfolded in the rough sea. The waves splashed it against the wall, and the board struggled, but ultimately floated. She watched it dance as the water led it, directed it. Driftwood. All of us are led by an invisible current, a puppet on the strings of fate, afloat in the river of time. It brought the wizard to a contemplative state. She needed to make the wood waterproof. She turned from the dropped wood, ”Golem,” she addressed one of the golems assigned to acquire what she needed, ”Can you find information on how wood was waterproofed in both ancient and modern times?” she asked

Four bells later

Three books were brought back to the wizard, of which she was perusing, scanning for any useful and relevant information. The books contained mostly information about ships, such as how to sail one, the stars and navigation, trade routes, but hardly anything in depth about the curation of the wood once the vessel was assembled. Perhaps she should be more specific when instructing golems, after all, most did not possess the critical thinking skills of an actual living being. She had read briefly about tar being used to waterproof vessels. It wasn’t worded exactly like that, but the tar was used to preserve and give the wood some water resistance. What if the tar wasn’t applied separately, but instead was actually a part of the wood? Would that waterproof the vessel enough? The only other conclusion after so much reading would be to –shield- it specifically against water. Which, could be done, but Sahova needed water resistance as part of the woods properties.
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[Work Order] The First Stratum

Postby Rayage on December 7th, 2014, 9:48 am

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Two bells later

Wo+T-W=WoT

The simple formula was inscribed upon the paper. If Tar was the key to water resistance and wood life, then she would transmute it specifically into the wood for maximum effect. In her readings the Tar was only applied as an afterthought, allowing it to seep into the wood. However, if it was a part of the wood, then its properties would add value to the wood, making the product highly desirable to build with as it does not need to be treated anymore. It will also complete a requirement of her orders: create a waterproof material. Since the tar will not just be coating the outside of the wood, there should be complete water resistance throughout the entire piece.

Moving the idea into reality was the alter of the alchemist, the alchemy circle, which was constructed to one side of the cavern. It wasn’t the biggest circle, but it would do for the purpose of sparse experimentation. Containing two founts and two filters the circle was of a modest size, at least to the master alchemist. Stepping forward the wizard looked down at the keystone and pricked her finger with the edge of a dagger. Stooping down on one knee the alchemist brought her wounded finger down to the keystone and placed her hand atop it. Instantly she felt the djed within the circle react to her will. She was plugged in, and although the circle wasn’t loaded she would do a few test spins. These spins were for the purpose of deriving which side of the circle was the fount and which was the filter side.

Clearing her head she felt the energy of the circle. It wavered at her thoughts, at her command, and the flow seemed to come naturally to her now. The circle was as much a part of her as her own heart. Alchemy had transformed from a discipline to art and from art to a lifestyle. The circle itself was deeply engraved into the nuits being, and commanding one was hardly a difficulty, especially one so small. The djed of the circle danced as she willed it into motion, the djed passing through the keystone to the other side and back. It swirled with the nuits will and concentration. The speed was slow, the current steady as the nuit focused on the djed, trying to discern the orientation of the circle.

The djed flowed slightly faster as the alchemist tried to get the feeling intensified. There was a push and pull among the current of the circle. The djed danced, and it was a mental feeling, something that an alchemist can pick up on, that tugged on the wizards mind. For Rayage, the djed on the fount side seemed slightly more lively. It had a certain ‘charge’ to it, one that only the wizard could pick up on, for it was all in his head. The Filter’s djed seemed somewhat ‘heavier’ and the side was always harder to keep up momentum. The orientation of the circle and feeling which side was so was a highly mental exercise on the alchemists part. The alchemist needed to know which feelings were the fount and the filter, and though practice Rayage had noted his own personal feelings for each respectively. Normally, the alchemist will learn by trial and error, testing the circle and then going on their assumption of which is positive and negative. Then through a process of elimination, perhaps an experiment doesn’t go as planned because the ‘’fount’’ and ‘’filter’’ were actually opposite, the wizard would begin to associate his personal feelings when testing the circle with the fount and filter.

The djed came to Rayage once more as she examined the circle, mentally trying to tell the sides apart. When she thought she had come to her conclusion, she began to slow down the djed. Her will for the spinning djed to stop dragged upon the substance she had set into motion. This mental dragging clawed at the spinning circle, adding resistance to the djed. Her brow creased as stopping a circle was always harder than setting one into motion, and her concentration steeled. In a breath she put the circle to a stop, and stood up, the information she needed she grasped in her head. The side of the circle facing the wall was the Fount side, and the one facing the ocean was the filter. That was all the information she needed. Now it was time to get to work.
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[Work Order] The First Stratum

Postby Rayage on December 7th, 2014, 10:24 am

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Sometime later the circle was loaded. In the center of the circle, the target of the reaction, was a plank of wood. In the fount side was a black liquid substance, Tar, she had ordered. In the filter side was simple water that stood in a small puddle on the cavern floor. She was going to draw out the liquid properties of the tar as to not liquefy the wood she would be transmuting. That would be a rather foolish mistake. The reaction was going to be simple enough, something that anyone can replicate! That was the aim of her experiment, to create a simple and easy to follow guide to create this meta-wood that Sahova wants. Only idiots could get this wrong. Then again, this was initial study.

Stepping up the keystone she looked at the simple loaded circle and once again pressed some of her precious ichor upon the keystone from the wound she had created earlier. The ichor dropped from her hand, and a foot set upon the keystone was to forge her connection to the circle. When her bare foot fell upon the circle she first felt the cold stone, but it immediately was overshadowed by the mental connection to the circle. She felt the djed, both in the circle and within the objects put upon the chargers. She could feel the properties, and admire the complexity of the djed she was presented with. It was no longer just the djed of the circle she would be propelling, but the djed of water and tar, each with their own unique feeling to them. This was the complexity to the art which drove many people away from alchemy, the realization of so many variables and different configurations of djed. It was almost maddening to think about.

However, she had to press on. Grasping upon as much of the circles djed as she could, she willed it move, into action. The djed budged from its place and began to flow gently around the circle. There was hardly any change in the feeling of the djed, as was typical in the beginning of the reaction. The djed had yet gained enough momentum to rip the deeper properties from the Tar. Right now she was working with the basic, but she wanted to get to the bare identity of the Tar. It would require the stream to go faster, and for her to mentally grasp upon the djed even harder, willing it out, coaxing it into the alchemical flux.

Faster the djed span upon the will of the master. Her control of the alchemical reaction was staggering and truly a thing of admiration. The precision and speed at which she already had willed it, in a such a short time, was amazing. Her concentration on the circle and the djed was absolute, that was her secret. She would disassociate from this reality and completely focus on the transmutation to be achieved. The look upon the wizards face was that of steel. Her eyes were blind to this reality, instead she was in her own world, her own element, her own mental contraption of which all her alchemy was performed. This was her sanctuary, where she was truly free and limitless.

More and more she was absorbed into her own personal world, where only her thoughts and the alchemical reaction existed. Her heart and soul went into every reaction, no matter how simple, and through it her work would shine. The more she concentrated the faster the stream came, blowing around the circle in a crackling vortex, the nuit did not flinch upon hearing a physical manifestation of the djed flux she was commanding. The djed roared and the hair upon her body began to stick up a bit, much like an electrical charge was going through her, change was happening, and the properties of the tar, the djed of the tar, was ripped completely from it. The djed had been passed through the filter thousands upon thousands of times, but still it wasn’t enough, the speed, it needed to go faster.

The wizard felt the circle beginning to waver, the seamless stream of djed becoming unruly, and at such speeds was beginning to be difficult to control. It crackled in rebellion as the wizard ordered it, struggling with keeping the current in line. This was perhaps the most fun part of Alchemy, the upward battle between speed and power and raw djed. The higher charged the material the longer the transmutation would last. She loved to push herself, trying to get the longest reaction she possibly could out the properties she was trying to push onto the Target. However, she realized that this was no time to challenge herself. It was time to get the job done and complete part of her assignment: waterproofed wood.

Constraining herself to the task at hand she willed the djed to the center of the circle, finishing the reaction, and in one motion stepped off of the keystone and watched the resulting flash of djed, the raw spun djed fusing itself to the wood to create and bring a while new identity to the object. It was no longer just wood, but it had the modified djed of both wood and tar. When the reaction was finished she walked over and picked up the transmuted material, turning, she submerged it into a water vat waiting to receive the alchemical creation.

She held the modified wood there for a chime or two, letting the water absorb the transient djed before pulling it out. She watched with glee as the water seemed to drip and slide gracefully from the material. No longer would the water be absorbed by the wood she held, as it was granted the rubber-like properties of the tar that became a part of it. Phase 1 complete.
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[Work Order] The First Stratum

Postby Rayage on December 7th, 2014, 11:57 am

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Now came the part where the alchemist had to devise a way to make the tar-wood as hard to penetrate while still keeping the ability to float. The alchemist’s first thoughts on the subject were to duplicate previous experiments, making a steel-like tar-wood. However, with all the buoyancy of wood, adding steel to the mix would threaten the integrity of the experiment. First, it was heavy and anything steel-like will surely sink in a stand-alone test. Second, it would require more upkeep. The salt in the water is not the most desirable thing to introduce to steel. Maintaining it would be a chore. There had to be something lighter, more buoyant, that the alchemist could use.

The alchemist looked at some of the slaves who were still stacking the wood to be transmuted. They wore tattered and dirty garments, but one stuck out to the alchemist. One slave had a leather vest on. Leather, especially padded and hardened leather, has been used for centuries for lightweight protection. Upon drawing that conclusion the alchemists eyes widened with joy and she clapped her hands together. What if she could add leather to the mix?

Two Bells Later

Leather came in stacks and totes to the alchemists workplace hauled in by golems. They were placed within the cavern seemingly randomly, wherever there was room. There were three kinds of leather to choose from: Tanned, Studded, and Hardened. The wizard took up a studded vest and went to the edge of the cavern, and before her were the waves. The ocean opened up to the cave and she looked down at the maw of the ocean, and dropped the studded vest. It splashed within the water, and swirled within it for a little bit before it sank, completely waterlogged, the studs being the weight to drag it to the depths… Studded was out of the question, for it was too heavy when introduced to water.

She moved to the Hardened leather, and took another vest out. She then did the same test, dropping the vest into the sea and watching its reaction. The leather did not sink. Instead it moved with the waves, but as water soaked into it the vest began to drag below the surface. Then it was submerged, waterlogged, but was not truly claimed by the sea. It rested right below the surface of the water. It was a possibility.

After the hardened leather was tested, the wizard moved to the regular tanned leather, untreated in anyway, almost right off the animal. This leather was lighter than the others, both in hue and weight. When it was dropped off the edge into the sea it floated there, struggling and twisting within the water. It wasn’t the most stable, but after a while, it didn’t sink. It was carried by the water…

With the initial tests complete the wizard had already eliminated one leather, studded. Both the Hardened and normal Tanned floated to satisfaction, but which provided more protection? The obvious answer was the Hardened leather, but it was less water retardant, and weighed more, not to mention that had less flexibility. However, was flexibility really a wanted trait in the wood? It wasn’t required, it just needed to be strong, and the wood itself could provide the necessary ‘support’ for the leather to be a nice building block. The wood, after all, was going to construct something. The leathery substance just needed to resist being damaged, and so a little flexibility was good, but not too much. With that the regular tanned leather was out which left the alchemist with hardened leather, which was a good mix between studded and tanned. It had extra thickness, was more resistant to damage, but it lacked the full ‘malleability’ of the regular leather.

Now if the leather could resist water, something to prevent it from absorbing water perhaps, then the Hardened leather would float almost as good as the regular leather. With this adaption the nuit assumed that she could just use the same tar transmutation for the leather and be good. Though this tar-leather and the tar-wood would be two different entities, existing opposite of each other, the ideas would have to be brought together with Alchemy. So the formula looked like:

Meta-wood
Wo+T-W=WoT
L+T-W=LT
WoT+LT=WoTLT

However, couldn’t the formula be further simplified?
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[Work Order] The First Stratum

Postby Rayage on December 7th, 2014, 1:34 pm

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Wo+T+L-W=WoTL

That was the formula that the alchemist was going to use. Combing the two formulas into one also saved the citadel valuable resources. The initial “Wo+T-W=WoT, L+T-W=LT, WoT+LT=WoTLT” formula would use many times the resources as “Wo+T+L-W=WoTL”. This is because to get the initial WoT and LT reactions right, as in achieving the desired properties, it will take more than one transmutation for lesser alchemists. You’ll end up using three or four times the amount of T (Tar) to get WoT and LT just right. Just multiply the formulas by four each and, substitute the initial Wo and L for WoT and LT for reactions beyond the initial, and you have x4 the T and W used in each reaction. Add those costs together and you get x8 T and W. If you preformed the latter formula, Wo+T+L-W=WoTL, four times to get the desired results (again substituting the Wo for the result of the last equation), you only use x4 the amount of chargers instead of x8. You get more done with less, basically.

Grabbing a plank the alchemist began to load the circle. The wood would be the target. Tar and the Hardened Leather would go in to Fount slots and water would be in the Filter. The product should produce the water-resistant damage-resisting wood that the citadel was looking for, all the while keeping its ability to float in water.

Golems placed the tar and leather in the appropriate slots within the circle, and Rayage poured some water into the filter. Wood centered, the circle was ready to operate. One of the considerations the alchemist kept in mind was the simplicity of the formula. It needed to be able to be recreated by lesser skilled alchemists, this formula, would be easily achievable by most semi-skilled in the art of alchemy. The complete immersion of properties might be lacking, however the product Rayage could produce would be a model that the others strive for.

Squeezing some more ichor from her nicked finger, the alchemist placed her hand upon the keystone and began the transmutation. She felt the djed within the circle and willed it into motion. Her thoughts focused on the feeling of the djed moving, of the knowing that the djed will react the way she willed it, the physical sensation of being connected to the circle, and in extension to change itself. It was here in this circle that the Alchemist can accelerate change, and that was exactly what Rayage was doing. She would nudge and force change upon the object in the center. She needed this for Sahova, for Sahova!

The rings flow tickled the wizard as it passed the keystone she was touching. The flow of djed was a physical thing that she could feel, and it was enticing. The pleasurable feeling would radiate from the limb touching the keystone throughout her entire body. A sense of power, a sense of peace, washed over her, allowing her to fully concentrate on the reaction at hand. It was here that a dance would begin, a mental symphony would ring within the circle, echoing out towards the nuit. It was the music of change, something that wasn’t heard, but rather felt as the djed was ripped from the objects by the current the alchemist was controlling. It was a humming, and with it a sense of a buzz, a high from the flux itself. Its presence brought the alchemist so much joy, so much purpose, that she had dedicated many hundreds of years to practicing and refining the art. Within the winds of change she was comforted, as this too will pass. This too will pass, and everything could be changed, if so willed. That was one of the nuggets of gold that any serious alchemist would learn from just observing the transmutation.

Then again, not every change is instant, for change requires high levels of energy. That is why for some transmutations, if the energy isn’t raised high enough by the acceleration of djed, the desired properties that are to be parted onto an object will take multiple doors opening, multiple transmutations. Though for a simple transmutation such as this, by an alchemist such as Rayage, the desired properties should be apparent in this one charge. She would make sure of it, willing the djed to zoom around the circle faster and faster.

Many, many chimes passed as the alchemist focused on charging the circle. By not the circle was crackling with djed audibly, and the ring was emitting light from the sheer acceleration of the transmutation. The amount of times per second in which the djed sped around the circle was uncountable by the wizard now, and she was on her peak of control. She was walking the fine line between being able to control the transmutation, and losing control of it, but it was this moment that she had been waiting for. The moment where the djed flux has been accelerated as fast as she could spin it safely, and it was in that moment that she felt a shudder of pure pleasure run through her body. The mental trial of holding the djed in place, spinning it in a nice orderly fashion, and the song of change rang through her body. The humming of djed was a tune she could never tire of and the almost electric feel of the energy made her want to scream. This was it. She could go on no longer.

Giving into the energy she gave it one final push as she pulled away from the alchemy circle. The energy was directed inward, towards the plank of wood where it collided with a brilliant flash of light. The alchemist could almost feel the excess djed shooting off the object towards her, and waited for the heat of the fires of change to cool down a minute before approaching the item. Grabbing the wood she headed over to the vat of water and plunged the product in. A few chimes later, after she felt all the excess djed was dissipated into the water, she removed it from the vat and placed it on the table where she had her notes.

She admired the object she created, but it had to be tested. For that, she had ordered a specific golem. It was a strange contraption simply consisting of a large hammer on a pivoting joint, that can swing up and down to smash whatever was placed under it. To see an object that was within range, the golem had one jewel-like eye at its base, but nothing more. The golem had been programmed so that it would smash the hammer down with such force that it could splinter regular wooden boards. To confirm this, the wizard had placed the contraption on the ground and set a regular wooden board into place. The hammer then, immediately, descended towards the board. The results were splinters of wood everywhere as the hammer crushed the wood beneath it, the board broke in half.

Rayage would then place the transmuted meta-wood in range of the hammer golem and let it have at it as the Alchemist watched. The first strike there were no notable differences. The hammer moved up and launched again. The second strike no notable differences. The third strike, there was some crunching of the product, and the forth strike sealed the deal, splintering the ‘wood’ much like the regular wooden plank. The job done the hammer golem stopped and ‘reset’. Rayage then moved to inspect the results. The splinters were not as definite as with the regular wood. The damage seemed more compact. In fact, there was less flying bits of wood when the board finally cracked. All of this was good. Leather seemed to be a hard substance to crush, and the result was the fusion of the leather-wood.

Rayage moved back to the desk to record her observations and the results of the experiment. She made sure to note that results of lesser alchemists may very because of the differences in transmutations, and that to achieve a more desirable product that the formula may have to be repeated multiple times. She also noted the small ‘test’ she had done on her material, to present its ‘toughness’ to her master. At the end she included the formula along with the meanings of the symbols… Hopefully Sahova will be satisfied with this wood. If not, then its back to the drawing board.
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[Work Order] The First Stratum

Postby Aoren on December 25th, 2014, 6:22 pm

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