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[Marmalay]

Fall 1st-5th 514 Av

There was so much that needed to be done, her foot was in the door now. She was to create an item to present to the masters of Sahova, she needed it to be perfect. This meant the young Isur found herself up to her neck in expectations, these responsibilities were milked to there fullest potential by taking as much as she possibly could in order to proceed directly into the fabrication process. There wasn't any time for dilly dallying, she needed results. What she needed was the right tools for the job, charge hammers of varying size. Her selection off the wall was one of medium size, followed by three progressively smaller hammers the smallest for delicate corrective procedures and for fine tuning. As a Mage Crafter the isur saw the potential in the essence of things, naturally the craft was more of an art blending and shaping them into the structure of any given item. Those were always the terms that dictated success or failure of a project. It was a rudimentary science, much like mixing a drink. One shot of the wrong liquor could ruin the drink, while of course the right measurements of the right alcoholic elements made something fantastic. The Isur viewed herself as something of a mixologist of essences while the two disciplines were radically different they were in principal alone very much the same. There was an inherit problem what to start? Where to begin ? That could become a problem, she was all fired up and had ready to go but had no destination. How about a sword ? Who doesn't like a good magic sword? There were many ways to go about this but what she sought was a glowing crystal, something from the cavernous reaches. And while it was a rather expensive item, there hadn't been really much of a fuss. An item with one property that was behavioral, and yet it would still cost a small fortune, how fortunate she was to have found herself here. But first things first, Marmalay needed to apply a brush to paint. It was a reagent required to form the mage craft circle. The metallic paint in and of itself was horribly expensive being a derivative of mage wire, it acted as a pathway to funnel the essence into a focal point. As the brush stroked across the table, she made one large circle where the sword would be placed and one smaller one where the crystal would be placed then one line to connect the two circles together. As she placed the long sword and crystal in there places she felt enough had been done for the evening. The next day Marmalay fiddled with the crystal itself, going over its structure. Like a gem cutter she appraised the edges of the glowing cluster, mapping out where she would hit it and how she would move it before actually setting the whole thing in motion. As the rock found itself on the table, as the sword quickly followed suit and found itself in its own spot it too adjusted accordingly as it was prodded multiple times . The next step was to start moving the lenses into position. Marmalay needed to pay close attention, they were her eyes as she had no Auristics. It was best to move these into places that had a wide span of view to properly assess her progress or danger. After she was finished she started going over her work and realized she had a decision to make. Marmalay could either leave the sword within the circle or move the handle out of the circle leaving just the blade within. Something so minor would make a very large difference in the outcome of the entire project. Did she want the entire sword to glow or did she just want it's blade to glow? There were brief moments of contemplation as she decided that she was going to in fact make only the blade illuminate so she promptly moved to the sword it's handle and cross guard out of the circle. After that final decision she picked up a hammer out of her selection. She heaved it up then swung down towards the sword andas it collided sparks flew capriciously in the air as she began opening up the swords Djed. Up and down she pounded furiously stopping and checking the lense to see her progress, it looked akin to shattered glass the tapestry of spiderweb crackling adorned areas where her charge hammer had been feverishly working. In the end it was about striking a balance, opening up the item just enough to allow a foreign essence to pass into it without opening it up so much that the item collapses in on itself from a lack of structural integrity. The tongs swept up from the table and she clasped the sword twisting it over. On the other side of the sword dim markings could be seen through the aid of the lense, she now needed to work this side in order to fully open the item. What was dimly showing on this side was fully opened on the other, it meant that following what she was seeing would allow her with some degree of accuracy to follow the work she had done on the other half. As the hammer collided into metal more sparks flew as Marmaly followed the dimly lit path to open the swords blade from both sides. It was feverish work, and an hour or two had passed until she felt that she adequately prepared the item for the next phase. The next step in her process was the most time consuming, she took a smaller hammer and followed the path opening these larger veins to the edges and tip of the sword. These openings would be the transfer points for the essence that would be drawn in. When complete her hand went from hammer to brush as she took the paint and connected the veins to the circle. The next step would be to continue onto the crystal, the smallest hammer came into play as it clattered across the rock, tongs twisted and turned as delicate taps opened up its Djed pathways. It was like trying to to crack a hard boiled egg without damaging the yolk. When finished paint found its way onto the crystal as the Isur used the lense to carefully watch what was happening. When this was completed and the item was properly harnessed, this circle began to glow as the essence siphoned from the crystal began to flow from the outer circle to the primary circle, all the while the crystals natural glow began to flicker out of existence until it became nothing more then a bland ordinary stone as the process began to take effect. She then went back to the sword and watched the veins, where the connection points were placed the veins began to glow a different hue as the item was injected with foreign essence. The major veins were now infused, but there was a minor problem. The major veins were not transferring to the smaller webbings properly, it meant that Marmalay had made a mistake and needed to resolve it quickly This would require delicate work. It's just went to show that even in the smaller projects problems could arise even if she was at a competent level, The real difference was that she knew how to handle these problematic encounters as they came up during the project. As always the more advanced the project the more complex the problems could arise the more dangerous it became to the inexperienced. It was tireless work that came from a minor misjudgment, the Isurian had to re establish a broken connection in the main artery within the webbing of broken djed. This kind of correction costed her time, and kept her up through the evening into the next day. She had to monitor the error, and make sure that it was smoothly corrected. The smaller hammer cascaded sparks while she watched behind the lense making the smaller webbings connect better these new openings allowed the proper flow of essence the property of the crystal through the sword. A large central vein ran from the tip to the handle, with medium lengths of tendrils that branched out into crackled webbing across the entirety of the sword to evenly disperse the new djed source of the item. With the transition successful, the last thing that was needed was for the item to be placed into a charge basin to cool down for the next few days. Marmalay was rather pleased with herself, as the sword gripped by two tongs sizzled and hissed as it was placed in charged water so that it may heal its wounds. There was much anticipation after the two days had passed she was ready to see the progress of her handy work. The item when it was removed from the charge basin glowed with an errie bluelight when it was was exposed to darkness. The illumination was most intense as it ran down the center of the blade but as it spand out towards the edges the glow grew dimmer. The cascading light spanned out with as much intensity as a lantern. Many would have pleased with the end result of there work, but already Marmalay began scary toxin ghee fantastic item. What once was beautiful was unraveled, it's flaws exposed it was no longer the exquisite piece she had so hoped for. To anyone else it would have been perfect, but to her it was a piece of garbage. It was an interesting piece and she wondered if she should do more to it to improve it. She was eager to place in isurian language her technique and findings into her research manual . The woman looked at the item one more time going over the work she had done going over where she had gone wrong and where the errors had been made She then took her journal and started to write down words that she had learned in Isurian then translated into common. But with so much work was the project really finished? Or was there an obligation to her faith to try and make it that much better? She had to think about this, would she be acting out of pride maybe to show the Sahovan wizards the raw talent of the Sultros clan? Marmalay carefully placed the enchanted item on the table. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath and extended her ruby red arm towards the item as the isur emptied her thoughts as she focused drawing power from her gnosis. The tattoo that was veiled under her arm began to glow as the magic within herself pronounce its presence. What once was hidden showed itself as a glowing crimson tattoo. It was a swirling vortex of color of varying hues and shades some bright some dim as it amassed itself at her palm. The Isur was drawing what was within and focused it into her newly created item As her gnosis screamed with power it was slowly but surely sapping her of her strength, endurance and her fortitude. As the gnosis was leeching her attributes from herself, so that she may channel them into the item. Some time had passed and the once strong and hardy smith found her self struggling to stay awake as the more she focused and channeled the more her gnosis took from her to put within the item. When it was over her left hand gave out where she collapsed and simply passed out. What was left was an enchanted blade that had been blessed by the gnosis of Izentor. Cold Iron that rivaled Isurian steel in durability but not in weight, a sword that glowed in blue illuminesent light within the darkness She wrote down the name path finder, and sent it away. A failure would not do for her judgement, but would she be provided a second chance she wondered.

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