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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 1, 2015 13:58:08 GMT -8
<<Learn Enchanting>>
[16:05] The Auguriis Magic and Oddities Shop: As you walk into the Auguriis, you are hit with an estrangement of different scents that are spread across the store; multiple herbs and magical ingredients, the occasional love potion, old books and scrolls, leather. An overly energetic and perky blonde haired male, Damien, is currently attending the store. Organizing and cleaning to his hearts content! Those with a magical ability will be able to sense that this store has been warded against thieves. [Any and all attempts to damage or steal from this property should be directed to the owner or an Admin.]
[16:08] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) fumbles with the door to the magic shop, almost falling over the threshold. "Blooming pointy-toe boots!" she grumbled, then set her pack down and went straight to the scrolls, almost pushing Damien out of the way. "Oh, vedui, Damien. How goes business today?" She nodded, crossing her arms, nodding again, changing position a few times before Damien ended his ramble about irate customers and the lack of respect poor store clerks got. "Such is life," was all the comfort she gave him as she pulled one particular scroll down from a high cubby.
[16:20] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) calls to Damien as she marches up the stairs, scroll beneath her arm, "I'll just be up here if you need me. I want to finish copying this scroll." Damien gave her a noncommittal nod, and she sat down in front of the fire, spreading her writing paraphernalia and the scroll haphazardly across the floor. "Now, let's see. Where was I?" and she unrolled the scroll almost two-thirds of the way down. As she read and copied, little exclamations could be heard all the way downstairs of, "Oh!" and "Ah!" and "Who would have thought!" After a particularly interesting section, she called down to the store clerk, "Damien! What does I-N-C-A-N-T-A-R-E mean?" as she spelled out the unfamiliar Common word. He answered back, "Incantare--an old word, ancient I would say, the root of incantation, isn't it? You know, to cast a spell on." She called back down, nodding and writing furiously, "Thank you, Damien." He did come in awfully handy sometimes.
[16:44] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) read, "An incantation or enchantment is a charm or spell created using words and also CANTARE "'to sing.'" Mumbling, "Well, that I already know. It's how to enchant into an object that I need more clarity on." She continues reading, "An enchantment is a magical spell that is attached, on a relatively permanent basis, to a specific person, object or location, and alters its qualities, generally in a positive way." Nods, mumbling, "Uma, knew that already!" "An enchantment with negative characteristics is usually instead referred to as a curse." Raised an eyebrow, "Won't be doing any of those!"
/me Damien calls then, "Need some help down here!" so she rolls up the scroll and tucks away her work. There was always tomorrow.
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 1, 2015 13:58:21 GMT -8
<<Learn Enchanting>>
[15:22] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) refers to the copy of the scroll as she sews. "The focus must be that of the lion and his prey--sharp, focused, unstoppable. For a Singer, it will take that strength of will to bend the vibrations of that which you are enchanting." She nodded, eying the small piece of cloth. Was she ready? Could she do it
[15:28] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) softly, every so softly, she began to hum. She began with her naming note, elah. It was her anchor stone. She focused on the thing she wanted to the handkerchief to do, letting the one-note Song gain in timber, but not daring to give it a melody--not yet. Vibrations rode the hum of her voice, an infinitesimal bar in the melodic vibrations that made up all life. She'd chosen carefully. This was a tiny thing--the handkerchief would change colors each time a new hand held it. A simple thing in theory, but not in doing. She added another note to her Song, letting the vibrations weave through the cloth, attach to the thread she as she sewed. Sweat beaded on her head as she struggled to focus all her energy on the job in front of her.
[15:36] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) Just then, the door to the Stitchery opened and a customer waltzed in, storming through the shop like a trout headed upstream. "ExCUSE me, miss, but I am looking for some very special, I say VERY special fabric, and I am in a hurry." The gossamer, pearl-toned cloth in Emm'esta's hand turned an ugly shade of black tinged with green and began to smoke. She threw it on the floor and stepped on it a few times to make sure it wasn't igniting. She looked to the pushy customer
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 1, 2015 14:28:10 GMT -8
<<Learn Enchanting>>
[15:48] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) looks up from her sewing as Jamison strolls in. She breaks into a wide smile, looking around the shop trying to see it as he saw it for the first time. "I"m in debt up to my eyeballs and barely have enough money left to eat on, but I'm open for business." She let out a very satisfied sigh. "But I'm afraid our dinner is going to have to be at the tavern and AFTER I have made some coin." She grinned though, so happy to have the sign up over the door.
[15:52] Jamison Blackwater raised an eyebrow at her as he folded his arms over his chest, scowling at her as he growled, "You dare stand me up for our date?! Simply due to the fact that you can barely afford to feed yourself?! How DARE you!" He was grinning at her, however, as he walked over to one of the stools and took a seat on it. "Nah, I completely understand. Tell you what, I'll buy you dinner at the tavern one of these nights to make up for it." He then settled back as he added, "But yeah, I can tell that owning your own business has to be satisfying. Especially seeing as how no one even makes clothes around here right now anyways."
[15:55] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) pulls a stool out for him to set on (right behind you), the chuckles as he teases. "I'm glad you're here. Look at this," and she pushed the copy of the magic scroll toward him. "It's about enchanting cloth as you stitch it."
[15:56] Jamison Blackwater picked up the scroll and unfurled it, frowning at it lightly as he commented slowly, "That's interesting. Only things I've learned to enchant are metal and gemstones thus far. Thread... my method of enchanting wouldn't work on it, since it's too fine to hold a charge the way that I do it. Interesting indeed...."
[15:58] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) set her sewing down on the table. "Some day I'll be able to make you a cloak of invisibility. How would you like that?" It was more the unquenchable thirst she had to learn HOW to do a thing than the need to enchant her stitches. But why not combine those things she loved the most, was interested in the most?
[16:02] Jamison Blackwater chuckled softly as he replied, "See, I knew there was a reason that I liked you. The fact that you have that inventor's spark in you fascinates me. I've noticed that quite a few people around here don't have it and have no desire for it, but you seem to be an exception to the rule."
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[16:04] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) looked a little surprised. "Am I? I've never thought of myself that way." She smiled wide, "It's the mage in us. My atar--my father, was the same way. He was always blowing something up or catching his beard on fire." Her focus seemed to be far away for only a moment, but she shook it off, picking up her sewing once more. "I miss him," was all she said of him.
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 7, 2015 15:45:15 GMT -8
8/6/2015 Learning Enchanting (Raising magic level)
[15:28] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) comes into the magic shop wearing a fine silk gown. She's walking very carefully, holding the skirt up so as not to soil it. When she steps inside, she lets the skirt fall and carefully smooths it, tugging at the sleeves to straighten them. Finally, all the care taken for the dress that she could, Emms breaks out into a smile and says, "Vedui, Merialeth. It is right fine to see you. Sorry I've been so scarce, what with the sewing and all." She takes a slow spin, arms outstretched, showing off what she'd been working on.
[15:30] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) 's hands drop as her ears catch the sound of Emm's entry. Her hands shifting down to her hips as she leans lightly against the counter and peruses the pretty dress. "Vedui', Emm'esta... That looks very nice... you've done some beautiful work to be sure..."
[15:33] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) moves closer to the counter. "I'm supposed to be a walking advertisement, but I'm not sure how well it's working. Lots of people have said they would come for a fitting, but not one has made an appointment." She shrugged. "But at least I'm getting practice in on enchanting cloth." She didn't elaborate that most of it had been failures. "I'd like to finish copying that scroll--the one that had the chapter on enchanting cloth. Perhaps there's more in there that I can use."
[15:41] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) nodded, her gaze perusing carefully the cut of the cloth, and the way it was laid out "Like any business, it takes time to develop clientele, I'm sure you'll do fine with a little time." A resolute nod and smile, then motioning towards the scrollcase added "Of course, just be careful you don't get any of the ink on your gown..." The faint chuckle on her breath as Meri let her eyes close again, brows furrowed in thought a moment then flashed her gaze open to peruse Emm again. "You have a safe place here in the village or some sort, yes?" other than here.
[15:45] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) "I've been sleeping in the tailor shop." She didn't tell her that she'd been working so late each night that it was easier just to crash out on the bear skin rug. Emms moves to the scroll case and picks through a section. "Here it is," and unrolls it on the counter. "I should have changed clothes before I came, then I could have just worked on the floor." She took out a parchment from her satchel and using the ink and quill on the counter, began to copy. "Have you come across any other scrolls on enchanting crafted items?" She hadn't had nearly the time to study all of them that she'd wanted.
[15:53] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) 's expression didn't change, but it wasn't quite the answer she was hoping for. "Ah, well that's good you have somewhere solid..." More importantly that it wasn't in the forest. After the last few days and the most recent information Meri'd received, well... "There might be another, let me look." Spinning carefully in place and moving away from the counter, Meri'd hum softly under her breath again as her eyes scanned over the shelves. Her fingers dancing over the spindles and finally slowing as one seemed to glow a bit under her fingers. Drawing it forth, Meri'd study it a moment, then nodded and turned to step back, reaching over to offer it to Emm. "There you go... See if that might help perk up some of your possibilities..."
[15:58] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) took the scroll and carefully unrolled it. This one seemed even older than the one she was copying. It, too, was in Common, so it must be ancient text to be this fragile and copied to Common. "How interesting! I will be very careful with it. I should be able to spend more time in the shop anyway." She could always bring her sewing basket with her if need be. "So what has been going on that has increased the danger level around here?" She grinned that infectious smile of hers, "I mean other than the Wardens Keep burning down by magical fire, the magic shop being blown all the way across the island to sit in the Keep's exact location, and an influx of some of the strangest creatures I've ever come across." She continued to write, giving her self a mental reminder to ask Meri about why most of her attempts to enchant cloth had ended in fiery blazes.
[16:04] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) tipped her head "Strange creatures? What sort of strange creatures are you referring to?" She'd nod though at the comment of spending more time here, at once of mixed emotions, it'd be nice to have her around more, but at the same time... "That's pretty much it otherwise..." the soft purr of laughter on her breath a little strained, but she'd watch Emm and wait to seewhat she had to say before continuing.
[16:08] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) stopped writing for a moment and turned her head toward Meri, "To tell the truth, I don't even know what they are. One had limbs--like branches growing out of her. And one had what looked like rocks protruding from his face. Then there was another that looked like a cross between a mermaid and a fairy!" She shook her head. "The curiosity of it all has been eating at me, I'll tell you." She went back to copying before asking, "What do you think would be the reason the cloth I try to enchant would ignite? It's like my needle gets hotter and hotter, but I don't notice it until the cloth is already smoldering."
[16:14] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) nodded "Sounds like a dryad for the first, tree spirit basically... the rock-face.. hm - maybe an elemental of some sort, I'd have to see him... and - I've seen some pretty ethereal mermaids, so that's very possible..." Breaking off as Emm mentioned things catching ablaze, her eyes widened again, then shook her head "To be honest, I've always been of the mind that I enchant -after- the mundane item is completed. I'm not sure what or if it would have bearing on your items, but - for what it's worth. Perhaps the enchantment is too strong to be woven in as you go, it tries to take over and the unfinished garment isn't enough to hold the spell, perhaps?" Enchantments were such touchy things...
[16:20] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) nodded thoughtfully. "That makes perfect sense. Maybe I'm trying too hard." She was excited now. Maybe it had been as simple at that! "Diola lle, Merialeth. I think you've just handed me the key to make this work." She dotted the last i, put the quill back in its holder, and began carefully rolling up the scroll. "I intend to practice more." She sighed, which was the same for an elf as for a human to moan. "When my atar passed on to the Summerlands, I sort of...rebelled against my training. It wasn't the magic, it was the mage guild. They acted like they owned me--like I had no choices in my life--only the path they had set out before me." She smiled then, and it seemed that any sorrow was melted away. "But now, that hunger to know...to understand how it all works, to see if I really can master all that my atar said I would be able to do, has rekindled a fire within me." Well, that was a pretty literal statement. Even now the candles were dancing and burning brighter as her emotions swelled.
[16:26] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) just chuckled watching Emm, the excitement echoed in her own though somewhat more schooled expression. A soft nod and murmur of "I'm glad to help, truly... let me know what you discover, yes?" The mention of being pushed so so familiar, she'd smile gently, understanding all too well. "Letme know how things go, alright? I'm excited to see your achievements..." though the flaring of the candles both delighted and started to panic Meeri, the quickstep back and away from them as the flames jumped higher, her eyes darting between Emm and the candles with a soft purr of laughter. "Careful or you might burn this all down and where would either of us be then?"
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[16:30] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) didn't know what had startled Meri for a moment, but then breathed in...a reverse sigh. The flames flickered and almost went out, but then returned to their natural state. "Sorry about that. A hazard I have fought to control all my life. Seems to be getting stronger since I came to the island. I haven't figured out why yet, but I will." She placed her copy sheets back in her satchel and made for the door. "Come see me at The Stitchery, Meri. Let me sew for you. I promise it will not be anything enchanted until you want it that way!" She laughed, somehow brightening the room with the sound of it. "Namaarie, cousin!"
[16:36] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) chuckled softly, the rustling about her as she settled and nodded "It's a love-hate relationship I have with fire... I'm sure you feel a little bit of the same. Where have you set up shop by the way? I don't think I'd heard..." the comment of sewing for her met with another good-natured chuckle "Perhaps, I'll admit I'm a picky dresser... that gown is beautiful but on me, I would feel set adrift." Her fingers slipping down to rest at the curve of her hips "I'm a simple woman, I just like simple things, but I will certainly come find you if I have need of things."
[16:38] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) waved off Meri's misgivings. "Simple is my middle name. Next time I come I'll wear the leathers I made. And if you come across anyone who is talented with a needle, send them my way. I'm in Middle Aberwynth. I'll be looking for you!" she called as she headed out the door.
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Post by Enchanting Level UP on Aug 10, 2015 14:05:40 GMT -8
[12:27] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) plops down in the chair out on the front porch. The view from the new shop was spectacular in every way, and she could hear the rush of the water as it swept past the boulders at the foot of the cliff. The water's music was soothing and she found herself thinking about the hood she was making and about the man who would wear it. That he wanted the hood so that he could disguise himself was evident, but what about his voice. Anyone could just skulk around with a hood over their head, but to disguise their voice--now, that was something else entirely. The idea and the doing of it seemed to merge into a beast that Emms couldn't nor wanted to control. As she sewed, she began to Sing, weaving into the fabric, into the stitches, and the weave the vibrations that would color sound coming through it. Her voice was other-worldly in its beauty, but it was not the beauty of her voice that gave strength to the elemental magic, it was the control of the vibrations and the weave. It was delicate work, but not as
[12:27] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx): intricate if the cloth had been silk.
[12:33] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) noticed a finely dressed woman standing out side the magic shop. She had a staff...a mage, perhaps? But Emms kept sewing and Singing and would continue to do so unless there was business to be had. Business always came first. She changed the tempo of the melody she Sang, adding a melodic range of notes that did not exactly make the melody for beautiful, it was just what was necessary to the enchantment. The sound of the voice must be bent as it passed through the weave.
[12:35] The Den Mother (valerievixxen) made her way up the stairs to where the Wardens Keep had once stood, surprised to see how orderly everything looked now. Clearly no time was wasted whipping the area into shape. The hem of the womans gown dragged along the ground behind her, and the massive staff in her hand, covered in it's entirety with large, glittering rubies, struck the ground at intervals regular with her footsteps, and in this they managed to lay an unintentional beat to accommodate the tailors singing. That was, until the woman came to a halt outside the store. A smile would form on her jet black lips as she listened to her sing for a moment, before paying compliment where it was due...."My though, dahling...What a chaaaaaahming voice you have. Absoluteleh /divine/."
[12:38] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) smiled as she saw that the weave would hold, that the work would give the desired effect, but magic always came with a cost. As she sewed, the needle in her hand grew warmer, itself absorbing the elemental energy of the magic. This too went into the weave. There was no controlling it at this level. Emms saw it, but knew it would have to become part of the enchantment. Finally, she suddenly changed the pitch. It was jarring, bringing a sudden and unexpected end to the Song, but the enchantment was done. For good or ill. Emms stood, now recognizing the woman. She bowed deeply. "Diola lle...thank you, Lady Elizabeth. It is a hobby of mine." Emms studied the magnificent staff, but asked no questions. It was enough that she had gotten to see such a thing. But, oh! How she would like to know if it was magical!
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 10, 2015 14:07:22 GMT -8
ENCHANTMENT LEVEL UP
[14:02] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) pulls down the scroll Meri had shown her the other day and carefully unrolled it on the counter top. "Looks like this one has had some wear." The edges were frayed, the scroll itself made of some kind of tanned skin that was so thin it was almost luminous. "I wonder what kind of skin this is?" She ran her hand across it and her fingers seemed to tingle at the touch of it. Emms took out some sheets of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink. "Time to get to copying, girl!" and she bent over her work, wishing again that the scrolls were in elvish.
[14:10] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) copied off what would have been the first page. Runes covered the edges of the scroll decorated with vines and leaves woven between the runes. "Now, what are these? They look almost like the ancient language of Neh'won." But that couldn't be. That was just a fairy tale, her father had told her. "When she'd looked over his shoulder and asked him what kind of language it was, he'd assured her, "Nonsense writing, my child. Pay it no mind. Some think it is from the elementals of Neh'won. I put no stock in it." But yet, here it was, or something that resembled it so closely that even after seventy-five years, she recognized it. Just as it did then, she wanted to dip her hand in to the runes, drawn to feel them as though they were a tangible object.
[14:15] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) looked up as Damien came down the stairs, his ever-present smile there for her. "Oh, hello, Emms. Studying again?" She nodded, offering him a grin. "Uma, practice makes perfect, you know." She went back to her work, not disturbed by his tidying up the shop at all. Then called him hastily, "Damien, come look at these runes. Have you ever seen anything like them?" The shop keep came over, broom in hand and leaned it against the counter. "What have you got there?" and he leaned close to her. "Ah! That one! Can't make heads not tails out of it. The print is easy enough. Enchanting small objects, that kind of thing, but the runes...they are a mystery." She nodded absently and began to copy, not the text but the runes. "I happen to like mysteries," she murmured, biting her lower lip as she worked to make the reproduction perfectly.
[14:16] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) asked him as an afterthought, "Have you ever heard of Neh'won?" Damien picked up the broom and began to sweep. "No, can't say that I have. That's not over on the other side of Pigeon Isle is it?" She shook her head. "No, that's alright. Never mind."
[14:19] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) tried to bring back to memory the things her father had told her about Neh'won. It was an elemental world--she remembered that much. The legend was that it had been a dying world and had sent out magical beacons to kidnap the magically talented to their world. Something like that. "Oh, Atar," she whispered, "How I miss you."
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 17, 2015 13:51:54 GMT -8
Enchantment Skill Level UP
[15:14] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) nodded. She'd just kept herself from bowing. It was hard to let elven formalities wane. They seemed to be ingrained in her very being. "I have not heard from him, though I have been flittering about the island of late. I could have missed him." She stepped over to the counter, leaning on it. "Ciel almost fainted dead away when he was the wyvrn hides. I hope that hunter brings us more such bounty. Just what, exactly, can you do with wyvrn blood?" There was something here she was definitely missing and if it was something magical, she wanted to know.
[15:21] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) caught that hint of movement, the slight blush on her cheeks as she dashed Emm a smile "You must think me quite the red-headed stepchild at times..." the human term coming to mind as she couldn't help but laugh a little at herself, "I wouldn't worry too terribly much. If he is serious, he will find you." The unfamiliar name catching her off-guard as she inquired politely "Ciel? I don't think I've heard tat name, another new arrival then?" Her grin warming at the thought of the wyvern and Cedar and the additional pieces that Cailean would be bringing back, supposedly. "Hm - well - as far as the blood? A few things. Wyverns are fiery creatures of course, so anything that has an affinity to fire, or acid... their breath and such..." Her brows furrowed a bit more thinking "A few other things perhaps, but - to harness the power of one, is not to be taken lightly of course, so it and the heart, will be kept safe."
[15:23] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) grinned, nodding. "I knew it had to be something like that. I can't keep my hands off that skin. It almost calls to me." This had her really thinking. "Have you ever seen a wyvrn, Meri? A live one, I mean?
[15:28] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) considered a moment, then shook her head "I haven't - only some illustrations or the like... I didn't even get a chance to feel the hide you'd gotten, but it looked... well, it looked beautiful, and supple..."
[15:31] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) nodded, lost in thought. "I've read books about them, and my atar had a claw that he prized, though he refused to let me even touch it." She added absently, "I wonder whatever happened to it." She seemed to gather herself together, forcing away the wool-gathering. "I was wondering if that skin would be more...uhm, susceptible to enchanting. It only makes sense to me, but I'm just starting down this enchanting road. I have an idea for a purse....
[15:33] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) tilted her head, usually not all that interested in purses per se, but something more serviceable... "What did you have in mind? I'd think something enchanted with that would hold the Magic more easily... protection from fire... Hm... I wonder if..." Her own words drifting of again as she mused, then shook her head with a start and gave a bashful smile "So this idea?"
[15:35] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) grinned like she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "What if one owned a purse or bag that hide its contents? A crook would open it up and throw it right back down again because to him, it was empty. I think I could key it to the owner so that only she or he would see the contents each time it was opened. What do you think?"
[15:40] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) blinked, then blinked again, her eyes flashing over to Emm as her brows rose and she'd murmur "That... that would be... quite intriguing... I could see it, a prick of the finger, something inherent that another couldn't replace... As invasive as it is, blood is likely one of the few things that are unmistakable..." she realized her thoughts were meandering and dragged them back bodily "That would be quite the achievement, Emm... I'd love to see it."
[15:44] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) 's grin turned into a full-blown smile. "Quel! I was thinking of using hair, though, you are right, blood might be better. I have a person in mind who I think would pay a pretty penny for such an item, especially if it is made from something as rare as wyvrn. I think she might be a little less queazy if I asked her for a lock of her hair. I was thinking I could embroidery her initials into the bag with it." She appreciated Meri's opinions greatly. She'd really stayed away from her own magic as much as she could throughout these years of travel...of running, really. From herself, from her sorrows. But here, finally, on Valesk, she'd found some peace and a place that felt more and more like home.
[15:48] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) furrowed her brows a bit, considering that a moment "I suppose that might work, my only concern is if something happens to that hair, it gets cut, it falls out, wears, etc." Another slight shrug with that soft rustling sounding about her, but her smile was as wide and warm as Emm's. "I think that idea is wonderful, truly."
[15:51] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) frowned. "You know, I hadn't thought of that. You are quite right. It's decided then. I'll ask her for a drop of blood, but if she is squeamish, we'll settle for hair. Diola lle, Merialeth. There is much wisdom in the council of others." She leaned back on the counter once more. "Did you hear about the story and poetry time they are going to have at the tavern? I think I might write a song for it, but give it a little magical kick. After I've got it finished, would you mind letting me try it out on you?"
[15:56] Merialeth Windstar (caireannliadan) nodded again, her smile softening. "You can always reassure her that it is a once and gone sort of thing, and she doesn't have to look, I know it helps me." The soft purr of laughter on her breath as she offers a wry shrug of her shoulders, that rustle louder then adds "You're very welcome, Emm, as always, I'm glad to be able to help." She'd been at the tavern just that morning but hadn't really read the note in depth. "I think you would do wonderfully of course, and yes I'd like to hear your work." Nodding resolutely and adding "Just let me know. For now though sadly I should get back to the next batch of potions before Damien makes a mess of them."
[15:57] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) turns toward the door, anxious to get to work on her projects. "Diola lle, Meri, and namaarie." She turned back. "And don't let Damien touch that wyvrn blood, whatever you do!" She winked and walked out the door.
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 17, 2015 13:53:05 GMT -8
Enchanting Skill Level UP
[15:40] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) brings her sewing outside. It was a perfect day--not too hot, not too cold. As she works, she hums a melody so old that its beginnings are lost in time, but the theme...well, it too is as old as time. As she hums and sews, the story of the song swells in her heart. Her atar taught her the song, his old curmudgeon mage brothers aiding him by creating a perfect visualization of the sad tale the song told.
[15:46] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) could almost feel their presence around her, those old elves, and especially her atar. He'd been over 600 years old when she was born--old, but not too old. The story was about an elven prince who ran away from home because he did not want to be a warrior. He suffered many trials, was forced to battle for his life over and over again, and finally came to understand that life was a battle, no matter where or who you were. When he announced this to his boon companion, a small white wolf, the animal changed-- a Lythari, young and beautiful morphed before him. The Song ended with her admission of love for him. As Emms sewed and hummed, the needle grew hot.
[15:51] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) As seemed to always be the case, she did not feel the heat of the metal, but it glowed in a strange way as she wove the thread in and out and in and out in perfect tiny stitches. She was working on a tiny tapestry, no larger than her hand, that would adorn a purse. No one but her would know that the white-haired female and the handsome elf were the ones in the story. She'd always been good with a needle, but of late, her talents had grown. The couple looked as though they could step off the cloth, alive and well.
/me ceased her humming as she finished the last stitches, running her hand over the perfect miniscule tapestry. The vibrations seemed to actually move her hand across the cloth. "Interesting," was all she said. "I hope they like it."
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 17, 2015 13:53:59 GMT -8
Enchanting Skill Level Up
[14:24] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) made her way out the door carrying the seven sewing needles, a good piece of muslin, thread, and a tiny pair of scissors. She really loved those scissors. They had been made in the shape of a stork, and the beak was the blades. They just fit her hand perfectly. Plus, they were small enough and sharp enough to take out the tiniest of stitches. And that brought her round to why she was outside with all these needles in her hand. She'd made up her mind to try to enchant them, make them sew a perfect stitch, even for the beginning seamer. She didn't know if it would work or not, but it was worth a shot.
[14:27] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) glanced over to the Auguriis, wishing Meri was here to sort of guide her through it, but she couldn't rely on Meri for everything! She sat down in her favorite chair, threaded a needle, and began to sew. Her stitches were made with elven precision. A tiny, perfect hem in the cloth was all she was after. These needles were for her students, or at least, the ones she hoped to have some day. She began to hum. Instantly the temperature of the needle rose. Why did they always do that!
[14:36] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) had burned so many holes in handkerchiefs of late that she'd thought about selling them as a new fad! Holes in Hankies--the way to blow your nose and never have to wash a hankie again. She 'hmphed' and began again, letting the needle cool before the cloth began to smoke. She needed to try something different, that was for sure. She said softly to herself, "It's the motion of the needle that needs to be reproduced, the rocking back and forth motion that makes a tiny, perfect stitch. She thought on that, let her mind focus solely on the motion of it, then began to Sing once more. She began, as always, with her naming note--ayah. It was her anchor, her starting point. She Sang a song of the sea. It seamed to fit--the sound of the waves as they dashed against the hull of a ship, rocking, rocking....the perfect waves, all the while, focusing on the motion and not the needle. She changed the pitch slightly, adjusted the cadence, picking it up a beat, and began to weave.
[14:39] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) 's Song became a roundelay, repeating the same song, the same melody, as she layered the vibrations over the needle. She didn't think about the weave falling across the cloth as well as the needle, so caught up was she in the motions of sewing, of Singing, of weaving the enchantment. The needle, to her credit, did not grow red and the cloth did not smolder, but anyone standing within ten feet of her would have seen the shimmering sparkle of magic wafting in waves across her needle work--it too, rocking in shining waves.
[14:46] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) let the Song go on until she could easily discern the weave--her weave--layered clearly across the needle. She let the Song fade and studied her work. The handkerchief was completely finished, tiny stitches detailing the hem in ivy leaves--white on white. It was a Lady's handkerchief, delicate and serviceable. But it was the needle she was more interested in. Did it actually look shinier? "Must be my imagination," she said, squinting at the needle. "Now then, all I need is someone to try this on. Someone who can't sew one lick." She tapped her chin in thought. Well, there would come someone, soon she hoped, who wanted to learn how to sew, and this would be his or her needle. As for the handkerchief, she folded it neatly to be put it in the handkerchief box for sale. There was no telling who would fancy the lovely item. And no telling what her enchantment had done to the cloth!
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 19, 2015 13:26:33 GMT -8
Please apply all the posts marked for Enchanting as under Magic Level-Up, too.
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 20, 2015 13:49:50 GMT -8
Magic Level Up (Enchanting Level Up?)
[14:54] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) sits outside in her favorite chair beneath the stars. It was too dark to sew, but just perfect for star-gazing and singing. This she did as automatically as breathing. It seemed she had song on her lips and a melody in her heart most of the time, and tonight was no exception. The song she sang was just a child's song, meant to be played like a game, a roundelay where each child sang the next part faster and faster until someone made a mistake. She'd always loved the melody of it though, and she sang it slowly, imagining the song rising to the stars. Before she realized it, a weave began to grow out of the song, taking on a life of its own. It seemed to her that the stars grew brighter, but she knew it must be the fire in the sconce on the porch. The flames reached for her and she shushed them with a wave of her hand, easily manipulating the fire. She let the weave go as it would, then pushed it away on the vibrations of her Song, up, up toward the stars.
[15:00] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) continued to sing, letting the magic fade, but it seemed the stars did indeed grow brighter, larger, and then larger still, until she felt she could reach out and touch the moon--which she tried to do, but only touched air, of course. 'It had to have been the weave,' she thought, for she was looking right through it. The stars and the moon were magnified so that she could even see the pockmarks that dusted the white, glowing orb which seemed so very close. "This could be very handy indeed," she stated out loud to no one but herself and the stars. She tapped her chin, thinking of different ways she could use this particular weave, even as it slowly faded away leaving a normal-sized moon and sky full of stars. "Now, I've just got to make sure I do it the same way!" She felt like clapping. Her atar would be very proud of her she knew. If only he were here to discuss things like this with. Well, there was always Meri, and Emms planned to tell her all about it!
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 22, 2015 15:31:29 GMT -8
ENCHANTING-MAGIC LEVEL UP
[15:21] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) cocked an eyebrow when the man...uhm, Rei, used elvish again. How would he know 'vanya sulie?" There was a story here...somewhere. There went her infernal curiosity, clicking into high gear--that need to know that was so easy to turn into a raging fire. Emms followed him off toward the shop. It wasn't a long walk and they said little other than his remark about how she "picked 'em." When they got to the shop, she made motion for him to enter and she went to the back, coming out with the hood, carefully folded. It was black as night, stitches so small that they were invisible unless the hood was turned inside out and studied. She handed it to him and then told him, "I need to tell you about this hood before you put it on."
[15:23] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) watched her go disappear behind the shop. He was surprised she hadn't said anything about his behavior in the tavern as they walked. He use to know plenty of high elves who would have told him to act better... this one appeared to keep to herself. As she emerged with his hood he looked down at it- the material looked nice. "And what's that?" he said, reaching out for it if she didn't object.
[15:26] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) wished she could ask him some pointed questions so she could read the vibrations in his voice, but that was a grave invasion of privacy, not that she hadn't done it before and would again if she thought she needed to. But for now, she let it rest. "It's made of wool, double carded, so it's soft. The dye will not run, even when you wear it in the rain, and," she paused, choosing her words, then shrugging and just telling him, "...and it will make you invisible. But...." Isn't there always a 'but'?
[15:27] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) nodded his head, expecting her first comments. IT was the last one that had him double-take at her. His brow quirked. "I'm sorry.... what did you just say?" he asked while looking at the hood even closer to now.
[15:31] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) said in that soft voice of hers, that voice that made even the worst of news sound like blessings, "It will make you invisible. The hood will be keyed to the first person who wears it for the first time, if...if you are willing to accept the consequences. Every time you speak, your voice will get softer until you can no longer be heard. However, your voice will return when you take off the hood." She shook a finger at him, "But remember, the hood will not work for you again for seven days. Sure, it will keep off the rain, but you will not be invisible." ((Enchanted hood approved by admin.))
[15:32] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) listened to her carefully before taking the hood finally out of her arms and in to his. That was interesting news. "You really are my friend," he said simply to her, offering her a smile. He wondered why she gave this enchanted feature in to his order... he never asked for it. He would reach in to his pocket and pull out the slew of coppers he had promised her before. "I won't forget this."
[15:35] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) hoped she was doing the right thing. The quest just to know if she could really do it had been the driving force behind it. She took the coppers, and she wondered if he knew what a deal he was really getting. But then, she'd learned a lot from performing the enchantment. "I hope it does what you wish it to do....Rei." It was strange just using his first name. Elves didn't usually do that unless they were good friends. "If you need anything else, I will be here." She meant his worn out clothes, but was careful not to let him see her implication.
[15:36] Rei Anundr Aldin (rei.lowtide) smiled and nodded his head. "M'lady," he said, bowing his head before running out.
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Post by emmalinemynx on Aug 26, 2015 13:53:02 GMT -8
ENCHANTING-MAGIC LEVEL UP
[15:26] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) sits out in her favorite chair, the breeze lovely and the temperature perfect. She held in her hand a boot. A very large boot. The leather part of it was finished with straps, just as the customer had wanted. The problem was attaching the fur, which he had also requested, to the leather without ruining it. It was easy enough to hammer the thread holes into the leather, but holes in the much thinner fur could tear soon after wearing them. She wanted these boots to last, wanted them to be perfect. Emms sat there, thinking, for just a moment, before she stood up and said, "Well, there's no time like the present. You have to try it out sooner or later." She went inside and came out with the needle she'd enchanted and a spool of strong brown thread. She sat back down and threaded the needle.
[15:38] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) began to hum. Might as well give the needle as much help as she could, seeing as how she would be sewing through skin. The feel of the magic was a sip of cold water--refreshing and strengthening, and she began to sew automatically--both the act of sewing and Singing old and comfortable friends. The needle slipped in and out of the leather and through the boot like butter. She hardly had to press through the leather. Just to experiment, she let the Song go and tried to make the stitches without the sound of her Song. The needle still made perfect stitches, and it was not impossible to punch through the leather, but it was much more difficult. She began to hum once more, not only for the sake of the ease in finishing the boot, but just for the joy of it.
[15:41] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) nodded, well satisfied, when the boots were done. The customer would be pleased, and that was all that mattered. She'd just set down the boot, adding it to its mate at her feet, when the Harbor Master marched up. Emms stood, smiling broadly and offering a friendly bow of her head. "Why, vedui, Harbor Master. What can I do for you today?"
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Post by emmalinemynx on Sept 5, 2015 4:21:34 GMT -8
Magic Level Up NUMBER TWO
[15:56] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) laid out the Den Mother's silver gown. The diamonds had been delivered and it was time to attach them, and there was only one way that Emms could think of how to do it. Magic. She poured out the bag of diamonds into a bowl. Light! There must be a hundred stones here. They weren't huge, thank goodness--if they had been too heavy it would have weighted down the fabric. As it was, the silver threads would easily handle these as no other fabric would have. Just one of these would have adorned a wedding ring proudly, however. Now, how to do it.....
[16:03] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) nodded to herself. There was only one way that she knew of to do it. There may have been others, but she was a Singer and an Elementalist. For her, there was only one way. As she laid out the diamonds, she played around with patterns, then decided that it should be the Den Mother's seal.
[16:07] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) had a picture of the seal though, and after looking at it, shook her head and admitted that such a design would be impossible without a lot of practice. This gown had to be perfect. The stole was already made, the hem set. All that was left were these gems.
[16:11] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) played around with several different designs running the circumference of the skirt and decided on a rather elaborate one of sunbursts all around the hem. She set them all along the front, laying out the repeat of the pattern. "There...lovely! Now, let's just see if this is going to work first." She took out a scrap of the silver cloth and one of the diamonds, setting it on the cloth. Better to try it out on something she couldn't ruin first!
[16:20] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) began to Sing. She began with her naming note, the note that resonated deep within her being. From there she began to study out the vibrational patterns of both the silver cloth. She would not need to map the diamonds. She wouldn't be touching them. She'd mapped silver before though in her studies with her atar, so it was not so very difficult.
[16:26] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) lifted her voice now in true Song. And was there any other kind? Few knew that a Truth Singer could not lie. Not ever. If it were known, such could be used against them. She'd seen it happen, and was not about to be trapped that way. The melody she sang was a strange one with sharps and flats, at odds with each other. She shifted the pitch, infinitesimally, and the silver around the diamond began to rise. When it just overlapped the edges of the diamond, Emms let the Song go. She picked up the cloth and studied her work, then tried to pick out the diamond with her finger. The silver threads held it fast, as though it were welded to the cloth. She nodded with satisfaction. Her plan could be carried out.
[16:32] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) turned back toward the gown. She wanted to get this done and get the dress delivered. The perfected Song still fresh in her mind, the weaves in perfect remembrance, Emms began to Sing once more. Anyone standing outside the Stitchery would be drawn toward the Song, toward her voice. It was rare, just as her Song was rare. Just as this gown would be rare. Diamond by diamond, she attached them by changing forever the shape of the silver thread to mold around the edges of the diamonds. It was along and tedious job. The Song had to be perfect or the vibrations would not weave. The diamonds would not hold. When she was finished, she plopped down at the kitchen table and wished to goodness that Looney were home. She needed tea and food, and right now, she didn't know if she could even get up to get it!
[16:34] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) just hoped it was worth it. She'd drained mana down to nothing for a GOWN.
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Post by emmalinemynx on Sept 5, 2015 5:18:31 GMT -8
Magic Level Up Number Two, and ENCHANTING Level Up.
[05:28] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) wondered what ever had happened to the man who had purchased the enchanted hood. She sipped her coffee, decent enough to drink since Emm'esta had not made it herself. How in the world she could ruin even a pot of coffee.... She shook her head and went back to her musings over the man. If only she could have followed him somehow, seen what he had actually done with the hood. "How could that have been done? There's got to be away. At least, that's what Atar would have said." She picked up a fallen leaf from the ground. It was a large one, perhaps from the Plane tree across the way, blown by the same winds who had brought Lexi home to her, and now the leaf had presented itself to her, just like Lexi.
[05:31] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) as she looked at the leaf, twirling it in her fingers by the stem, she had a sudden inspiration. "This leaf can travel the winds, can it not? Then why can it not do just a little bit more?" She thought for a moment, studying the shape of the leaf, the way it branched out on the sides, the stem, almost a leg. "All you need is a little life of your own, I think," and she began to Sing. In her mind, she pictured the shape of the tiny pixies she'd seen. They were certainly no larger than the leaf she held in her hand.
[05:42] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) 's voice, always lovely, always somehow magical, now took on a new note. She pulled the magic from somewhere deep within her, funneling it into the Song, matching the vibrations of the leaf, until she'd woven a web that replicated the leaf she held in her hand. Then the Song changed. Anyone within hearing distance would swear that a second voice had joined the song. Emms worked on this second set of vibrations for a long time, the pitch rising and falling, the cadence picking up speed, the song undulating with the breeze that caused the leaf to flutter in her hand.
[05:50] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) The sun cracked the horizon behind her, bathing her in a shaft of rosy golden light, causing her hair to gleam brightly. Emms could feel the Song of the leaf now, see the world vibrationally, and those vibrations could be manipulated. As a Namer, she drew her power from the primordial elements, namely fire, to power her magic. Perhaps that shine that seemed to emanate from her hair was not completely from the sun's rays.
[06:01] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) kept her mind's eye trained on the webs she was weaving, not seeing the real world around her. If she had been able to separate the visions, she would have seen the leaf slowly change. As she layed the second weave over the first in layer after layer of vibrational webs, wings appeared, elongated. The single stem became two, making a tiny pair of legs. The tip of the leaf rounded into a head, and two little arms popped out from the sides.
[06:12] Emm'esta Thiadil (emmaline.mynx) did not see, but felt the leaf actually flutter up from her hand, no longer a leaf, but a fairy-looking creature, still with the golden texture and veins of the leaf. Emm'esta never let the Song falter, but now Sang directly to the little creature, infusing her desires and wishes into the fairy-leaf. "You will follow whom I choose." Her voice rang with the power of the Song, and slowly, but strongly, the leaf drank life into itself, filling out, becoming more three-dimensional. "You will follow, you will seek, you will watch, you will speak." Finally, she let the Song go. It was difficult. Leaving off the draw of the magic left her oddly empty, at least until she'd eaten and rested. The fairy-leaf fluttered into Emm's hand and Emm touched it's little head with the tip of her finger, sending an image of the man she wanted followed. The leaf fluttered away to do her bidding. Emm'esta stood, and watched the leaf until it blended in completely with its surroundings. She headed toward the tavern and food.
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