19th Spring 522 AV – T & T Apartments
He had spent the morning at the armour stalls, not for any desire to purchase which tended to frustrate the merchants until he moved to the next, but instead because he wanted to see how it was all put together. Since his experimentations with Reimancy had begun he had concentrated on res control, with a few applications for attacking, or controlling, others. He had always meant to get himself some armour since his life had experienced its upheavals, but he had never really gotten around to it. He supposed, in hindsight, that it was foolish of him to have let such a basic thing slip. Now, though, he had an idea for his own more portable armour – assuming eh could make it work.
It had also been quite fascinating for him, from a purely curiosity standpoint. How often did someone who wasn’t a blacksmith just sit and think upon how armour was made? How it slotted together and moved, almost as if alive and as an organism might? He knew he had never thought of such things before the past few days, but what he had managed to research had told him that there was a reason prized Blacksmiths were so renowned, and much sought after. He could spend a lifetime and not master the art, though he felt sure he’d find much amusement trying to do so.
However, he had also visited a dealer in stones – both precious and construction based – and he kept up quote a long conversation over thoroughly too much wine about his craft. Honestly, he wasn’t sure whether he’d ever forget the minutiae of all of the different types of stone – Igneous, Sedimentary and Metamorphic. Or the different types of hardness, resonance and lustres. What had interested him most, though, wasn’t how shiny something was, or valuable, but instead how many blows it could absorb. Thus, he had been introduced to Jade, a stone that was apparently even used for armour due to its unique properties at being thoroughly unbreakable – at least up to a point. Even stronger than some metals, or so the merchant had claimed.
“And so here we are…how the petch do I even start?” he mused to himself as he stood in his training room and mused aloud, scratching his chin and frowning in thought, “Res comes from within right…so can travel through all skin…breath…hmmmm”
He looked at his right arm and with his left passed over it, extruding Res as he moved it down to his wrist, stopping there and looking at the silvery iridescence covering his entire arm for a few moments. He snorted and then imagined Res flooding up through his lungs, throat and then breathed it out in a mist that covered his left arm, it took longer as it was a new thing for him, but eventually as he turned his forearm around and willed it all to travel up to his shoulder he covered his left arm. He concentrated, imagining the feel, colour lustre and make up of the piece of Jade he had spent so long handling, willing the change in the Res but leaving a thin covering of unchanged Res over his skin, linking the stone to his skin and clothing.
It rippled and the shift happened, as he turned his arms over to look at both sides, the imagined articulations at the elbow that he had researched were there – though they were rough. He bent his arms and moved his shoulder, finding that they had reasonable movement for a first attempt. He chuckled into the empty room, intent on moving forwards and adding a bit more spice to his experimentation once he had established the basics of his ‘armour’.
He had spent the morning at the armour stalls, not for any desire to purchase which tended to frustrate the merchants until he moved to the next, but instead because he wanted to see how it was all put together. Since his experimentations with Reimancy had begun he had concentrated on res control, with a few applications for attacking, or controlling, others. He had always meant to get himself some armour since his life had experienced its upheavals, but he had never really gotten around to it. He supposed, in hindsight, that it was foolish of him to have let such a basic thing slip. Now, though, he had an idea for his own more portable armour – assuming eh could make it work.
It had also been quite fascinating for him, from a purely curiosity standpoint. How often did someone who wasn’t a blacksmith just sit and think upon how armour was made? How it slotted together and moved, almost as if alive and as an organism might? He knew he had never thought of such things before the past few days, but what he had managed to research had told him that there was a reason prized Blacksmiths were so renowned, and much sought after. He could spend a lifetime and not master the art, though he felt sure he’d find much amusement trying to do so.
However, he had also visited a dealer in stones – both precious and construction based – and he kept up quote a long conversation over thoroughly too much wine about his craft. Honestly, he wasn’t sure whether he’d ever forget the minutiae of all of the different types of stone – Igneous, Sedimentary and Metamorphic. Or the different types of hardness, resonance and lustres. What had interested him most, though, wasn’t how shiny something was, or valuable, but instead how many blows it could absorb. Thus, he had been introduced to Jade, a stone that was apparently even used for armour due to its unique properties at being thoroughly unbreakable – at least up to a point. Even stronger than some metals, or so the merchant had claimed.
“And so here we are…how the petch do I even start?” he mused to himself as he stood in his training room and mused aloud, scratching his chin and frowning in thought, “Res comes from within right…so can travel through all skin…breath…hmmmm”
He looked at his right arm and with his left passed over it, extruding Res as he moved it down to his wrist, stopping there and looking at the silvery iridescence covering his entire arm for a few moments. He snorted and then imagined Res flooding up through his lungs, throat and then breathed it out in a mist that covered his left arm, it took longer as it was a new thing for him, but eventually as he turned his forearm around and willed it all to travel up to his shoulder he covered his left arm. He concentrated, imagining the feel, colour lustre and make up of the piece of Jade he had spent so long handling, willing the change in the Res but leaving a thin covering of unchanged Res over his skin, linking the stone to his skin and clothing.
It rippled and the shift happened, as he turned his arms over to look at both sides, the imagined articulations at the elbow that he had researched were there – though they were rough. He bent his arms and moved his shoulder, finding that they had reasonable movement for a first attempt. He chuckled into the empty room, intent on moving forwards and adding a bit more spice to his experimentation once he had established the basics of his ‘armour’.
