Abraia
Approved Character
89th fall 124
Viridian was a dragon Abraia had met through Kage's network. She finished sketching the last fine points of the armor Abraia had designed for her. The dragon's sharp-edged personality left little room for doubt about the deal they had struck. "I'm sure that if you help me make armor, I'll teach you how to ensorcell the powers of grist."
It took half the season. Each piece of the armor was functional and artistic. Her first attempts were mistakes, and she wound up dismantling segments of the armor just to salvage anathemite from the failed pieces to top off her dwindling supply. Each correction was successful and drew her one step toward fulfilling her end of the deal.
She tried segmented plating and flexible joins to protect the dragon's scales so they didn't hinder his movement. Would this plate stand up to an attack? Would that joint take the strain of a wingbeat? Doubts haunted her with questions that made her test and retest every component.
Her workshop was marked by her dedication. The floor was littered with scraps of anathemite, failed prototypes, and half melted tools pushed beyond their limits. Her workshop was full of sketches, each more and more refined than the one before.
For her labor, Viridian taught her lessons on grist-ensorcelling, but his lessons proved disappointingly shallow. Abraia had always been good at pulling the better points out of incomplete teachings. The power of grist was something she wanted to understand. She started experimenting, in secret, infusing small speckles of anathemite into blasts of gristle whenever she had a moment to herself during armor crafting breaks. The results were inconsistent, but they were promising.
For now, the armor she was crafting was still mundane. She hadn't gotten to making anything with gristle, but she knew that one day she would have a prize worth offering to Kage and Engill. Next season she might have her understanding deepen. She wasn't going to give Viridian the finished armor any time soon, not out of malice, but more of a calculated delay.
The contents of Abraia's jar of black anathemite dust shimmered under the glow of the luminescent flowers outside her house. She'd meticulously collected the dust at every opportunity. Each fleck was valuable. The repurposed container, itself the jar, was of the special kind meant to hold dust. The dust seemed nearly alive at times, but that might have been her imagination. The shadows told her to use it to make a legendary weapon but she didn't have enough of it yet. Someday soon she hoped she would put it to use. That was of course assuming that elves didn't come and steal it before she could do so.
Math ~
Produced 990g of anathemite for 4950 SP total
Viridian was a dragon Abraia had met through Kage's network. She finished sketching the last fine points of the armor Abraia had designed for her. The dragon's sharp-edged personality left little room for doubt about the deal they had struck. "I'm sure that if you help me make armor, I'll teach you how to ensorcell the powers of grist."
It took half the season. Each piece of the armor was functional and artistic. Her first attempts were mistakes, and she wound up dismantling segments of the armor just to salvage anathemite from the failed pieces to top off her dwindling supply. Each correction was successful and drew her one step toward fulfilling her end of the deal.
She tried segmented plating and flexible joins to protect the dragon's scales so they didn't hinder his movement. Would this plate stand up to an attack? Would that joint take the strain of a wingbeat? Doubts haunted her with questions that made her test and retest every component.
Her workshop was marked by her dedication. The floor was littered with scraps of anathemite, failed prototypes, and half melted tools pushed beyond their limits. Her workshop was full of sketches, each more and more refined than the one before.
For her labor, Viridian taught her lessons on grist-ensorcelling, but his lessons proved disappointingly shallow. Abraia had always been good at pulling the better points out of incomplete teachings. The power of grist was something she wanted to understand. She started experimenting, in secret, infusing small speckles of anathemite into blasts of gristle whenever she had a moment to herself during armor crafting breaks. The results were inconsistent, but they were promising.
For now, the armor she was crafting was still mundane. She hadn't gotten to making anything with gristle, but she knew that one day she would have a prize worth offering to Kage and Engill. Next season she might have her understanding deepen. She wasn't going to give Viridian the finished armor any time soon, not out of malice, but more of a calculated delay.
The contents of Abraia's jar of black anathemite dust shimmered under the glow of the luminescent flowers outside her house. She'd meticulously collected the dust at every opportunity. Each fleck was valuable. The repurposed container, itself the jar, was of the special kind meant to hold dust. The dust seemed nearly alive at times, but that might have been her imagination. The shadows told her to use it to make a legendary weapon but she didn't have enough of it yet. Someday soon she hoped she would put it to use. That was of course assuming that elves didn't come and steal it before she could do so.
Math ~
Produced 990g of anathemite for 4950 SP total
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