79th of Spring, 515 AV
It had been nearly two weeks since her arrival on the strange island of Sahova. In that portion of time she had experienced frustration. Frustration from the realization that her box of spare parts were completely and utterly useless without a working forge. Ingrid fell prey to stubbornness and received burns to her arm when she had tried to melt the metal with a flame torch. That didn't work out so well. The heat temperature was not acceptable. Then she had finagled an actual live apprentice (rare occurrence) to use his fire reimancy on the metal. Needless to say, that was a total disaster that saw some of her red hair singed as a result.
She experienced pain. Not just for her collection of burns. Her entire body ached! Her nights (or were they days? She had trouble accounting for time anymore) of sleeping awkwardly at the workbench were doing a number on her neck. The days she had managed to flop down wearily on her mat in the tiny chamber only resulted in her having back aches instead.
Vexation. Vexation for not having accomplished anything toward her Judgement project. Angry, she had flung her box of junk down and stormed out of the workshop, drawing stares from even a few of the usually uninterested nuits.
She cooled down over the course of her huffy journey through the citadel, coming to a simple realization: she would have to scale down her animation project considerably. It couldn't be helped. It was then that she paid an impromptu visit to the Synchrograph Office.
A beacon of hope in the labyrinth of darkness! Ingrid met Boris Etnerius, the busiest nuit around. Her knight in shining armor could finally deliver her from bumbling days of nowhere fast land. She didn't mind that he spared her scarcely a glance as he went through the perpetual motion of file peering and flitting to and fro between cabinets. She simply did not mind his double checking and approval stamping, even the curt pointing to color-coded forms was a noble action in her opinion. The Synchrograph Office was a grand place indeed. She would order what she needed and do the best she could with the resources allowed to her.
There was a sizable delay from when she ordered the items to when they actually arrived at her workshop table. She filled the interim with getting a better handle on her surroundings and the nontalkative people that surrounded her. The nuits truly fascinated her. She saw them as a kind of creation - much like a golem. Instead of a Life Principle animating a metal forged casing or wood carved object, a nuit's spirit took ownership of an actual corporal body! Then she idly wondered where they got all their bodies from..... And how long would such a vessel of flesh last? She laughed ruefully. You may just find out if you don't pass that Judgement.
The Items arrived with just a day to spare. She was beginning to lose all hope of completing her project by the test deadline date. But blessedly, they had come. Ingrid took stock of the contents in yet another box. One metal (bronze) jewelry box. She turned it this way and that, before placing it on her workshop table. It had some rudiment design over the cover and a locking mechanism in which to keep unwelcome hands away from the valuables within. Ingrid swung her pensive stare back to the box, reaching in to draw out a bag filled with blood agates. Plucking out one to put it before her eye, marveling at the shiny facets and nodding in satisfaction before returning the gem. Her constructs would need to see. Rooting around in the box a bit more, she hauled out a fairly thick and weighty stack of leathers tied together. This she dropped unceremoniously on the counter and pushed away. Her constructs would probably have cause to hear as well. She then drew out the iron manacles. Inspecting it closely before allowing the chain linked metal to rattle down beside the leather. She really didn't believe she'd use the manacles for her judgement project. But it had seemed a good idea at the time. Perhaps she would animate those in the future for some purpose or another.
At last she uncovered two keys on the very bottom of the box. Using the first and more decorative of the two, Ingrid slid it into the jewelry box lock and turned, hearing an audible clicking noise. Upon opening it, she saw with assured delight, the box had an assortment of drawers, all of varying sizes to house items of specific dimensions. She smiled brightly after sliding a few of the miniature drawers open and close. Now all she had to do was animate the damned thing. The clock was ticking! Judgement day loomed ever closer....
She experienced pain. Not just for her collection of burns. Her entire body ached! Her nights (or were they days? She had trouble accounting for time anymore) of sleeping awkwardly at the workbench were doing a number on her neck. The days she had managed to flop down wearily on her mat in the tiny chamber only resulted in her having back aches instead.
Vexation. Vexation for not having accomplished anything toward her Judgement project. Angry, she had flung her box of junk down and stormed out of the workshop, drawing stares from even a few of the usually uninterested nuits.
She cooled down over the course of her huffy journey through the citadel, coming to a simple realization: she would have to scale down her animation project considerably. It couldn't be helped. It was then that she paid an impromptu visit to the Synchrograph Office.
A beacon of hope in the labyrinth of darkness! Ingrid met Boris Etnerius, the busiest nuit around. Her knight in shining armor could finally deliver her from bumbling days of nowhere fast land. She didn't mind that he spared her scarcely a glance as he went through the perpetual motion of file peering and flitting to and fro between cabinets. She simply did not mind his double checking and approval stamping, even the curt pointing to color-coded forms was a noble action in her opinion. The Synchrograph Office was a grand place indeed. She would order what she needed and do the best she could with the resources allowed to her.
There was a sizable delay from when she ordered the items to when they actually arrived at her workshop table. She filled the interim with getting a better handle on her surroundings and the nontalkative people that surrounded her. The nuits truly fascinated her. She saw them as a kind of creation - much like a golem. Instead of a Life Principle animating a metal forged casing or wood carved object, a nuit's spirit took ownership of an actual corporal body! Then she idly wondered where they got all their bodies from..... And how long would such a vessel of flesh last? She laughed ruefully. You may just find out if you don't pass that Judgement.
The Items arrived with just a day to spare. She was beginning to lose all hope of completing her project by the test deadline date. But blessedly, they had come. Ingrid took stock of the contents in yet another box. One metal (bronze) jewelry box. She turned it this way and that, before placing it on her workshop table. It had some rudiment design over the cover and a locking mechanism in which to keep unwelcome hands away from the valuables within. Ingrid swung her pensive stare back to the box, reaching in to draw out a bag filled with blood agates. Plucking out one to put it before her eye, marveling at the shiny facets and nodding in satisfaction before returning the gem. Her constructs would need to see. Rooting around in the box a bit more, she hauled out a fairly thick and weighty stack of leathers tied together. This she dropped unceremoniously on the counter and pushed away. Her constructs would probably have cause to hear as well. She then drew out the iron manacles. Inspecting it closely before allowing the chain linked metal to rattle down beside the leather. She really didn't believe she'd use the manacles for her judgement project. But it had seemed a good idea at the time. Perhaps she would animate those in the future for some purpose or another.
At last she uncovered two keys on the very bottom of the box. Using the first and more decorative of the two, Ingrid slid it into the jewelry box lock and turned, hearing an audible clicking noise. Upon opening it, she saw with assured delight, the box had an assortment of drawers, all of varying sizes to house items of specific dimensions. She smiled brightly after sliding a few of the miniature drawers open and close. Now all she had to do was animate the damned thing. The clock was ticking! Judgement day loomed ever closer....
They’re a very important part of the animation process.
