[Pavi Lake] Tranquil Work [Solo/Job]

[Will]

24th day of Summer, 512 AV OOCThe details of this job thread have already been determined by Chevalier and I. I could, quite possibly, be doing something wrong, but the couple instances of power-playing here are things that I've already ran through our awesome DS. Will emerged from the tree line and was overwhelmed with relief at the sight of his destination. He struggled to take one final step before collapsing on the shore line of Pavi Lake. His feet were heavy, weighed down by both time and the sack of equipment slung over his shoulder. For a few full minutes he rested there. His cheek pressed against the sun baked earth, his sweat stained shirt doubtlessly clinging to the very same earth. Suddenly, having found himself in a comfortable position, the urge to close his eyes was irresistible. Surely, his irrational side reasoned, a little nap couldn't hurt. No. He shook his head in protest, trying to shake away the tiredness. Beads of sweat flew off his hair with the action, and his re-positioned himself into a sitting position. He would need to stand eventually, but this would work for now. Likewise, he realized now that he would need a workshop eventually, but this secluded area would also be sufficient for the time being. -------------------------------- After a quick swig of water from his backpack, Will reached into the sack that he had carried from Syliras and pulled out the first item he could find. His arms, not nearly as exhausted as his legs, were able to lift the object with little difficulty, though the sudden weight caught him off guard. Out of the sack came a simple sword. He unsheathed it and, positioning it steadily between his knees, grabbed the brush and paint from his pack. The tools were cheap--Will knew he'd have to buy better materials soon--but they were enough for the task and he set to work. As a novice, the process was slow and difficult. His concentration was fierce, but he was unpracticed and progress was slow. With an unsteady hand he marked up the weapon, stopping often to consider his work and plan ahead. It took a while, but eventually he had finished his design. Secret : The design was mimicked on both sides of the sword, contributing to a total of 4 focuses--the symbols drawn midway down the blade--where magic could be stored. The basic premise of the blade was simple. Upon reading the word "Fire" written near the hilt, the dashed-line barriers would be deactivated. The solid line barriers would serve as a path, directing the magic from the focus to the tip of the blade. At the tip, the glyph acted as a switch, merging the effects from each focus into one and then blasting them from the tip of the sword. Will had wanted to work out a system that released each focus individually, as to allow four separate blasts, but the triggers necessary proved to complex and the design had to be reworked in the middle of the process. With this design, Will figured he could combine several effects. Loading each focus with a fireball would likely combine the power, but he reasoned splitting them between air and fire would send out a blast of lightning. For testing purposes, he decided to prepare the blade for the latter. Will plunged it into the soft earth so that it stood straight on its own and began conjuring the res necessary to attempt its use. He would need two blasts of air and two of fire. As such, he built up four individual balls of the ethereal gas and, infusing each with its respective element, sent the balls into each focus. As each magic sphere collided with the enchanted blade, the focus lit for a brief moment. It let out a short burst of light before fading to nothing. After the effect had subsided, the blade appeared as though nothing had happened. Gripping the hilt, Will lifted the sword from the dirt. The circumstances were far from ideal, and he knew his markings would fade from the sword with constant use. Still, testing the blade was worth the damage it might do to the sigil, and the markings could always be redrawn and the focuses re-imbued with magic before sending it off to the knights. Rather, if he wanted to ensure the longevity of this job, he would have to make sure nothing backfired.

[Will]

Untrained in the art of the sword, the weapon felt awkward in his hands. He tried handling it with grace, attempting to imitate the decisive strokes of a knight in battle, though he probably looked like a child maneuvering a wooden stick in a pretend game of war. His illusory enemy hovered above the lake a couple yards out, and Will gripped the sword with both hands and directed it at the imagined foe. With his target in sight, Will whispered the word. "Fire". The blade of the sword lit up fluorescent blue. Short tendrils of lightning crackled along the metal blade as the very structure of the weapon assisted in carrying the lightning along the barriers. The hilt heated up in Will's hands as some raw power seeped through his amateur barriers, though his sigil kept most of the magic in its intended direction. With a loud crack, the tip of the blade exploded. A sharp, jagged line of blue shot out and sliced right through the imaginary enemy. The attack, despite being limited to a single shot, was definitely a sight. Sure, the enchantment was simplistic and unsophisticated, but simple didn't have to mean ineffective. Will plunged the sword, still red-hot at the tip, into the lake. It hissed, and steam escaped into the air. Once he was sure it had cooled, Will allowed the blade to dry and then went to work restrengthening the symbols. He re-enchanted the blade, sheathed it, and put it aside. With that done, he reached another hand into the bag of equipment and pulled out his next project.