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And I will smite my enemiiiiieeeeees! [Closed]

At last, progress on one front; the wizard had finally arranged for that sword-forging that he'd promised Ronnae what seemed like lifetimes ago.

He'd gone to the usual efforts of tidying up the place: cleaning out the area around the teleport circle, scrubbing free the caked-on layers of ash and grit from many an explosion, and laboriously fumigated the last lingering hints of beer-waterfall out of the cracks of his furniture. Now, having called the orc girl, he simply folded his forelegs in front of him and lounged on a rug near his comfortable furniture, reading from a book that floated in midair.

(No. He hadn't bothered to dispel the magic that had him in a draconic form at the moment. Why should he?)

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"I've seen it done," Aibghalien said, reminiscently. Of course, that had been by a hulking barbarian sort, but same principles still applied, right?

"Would you care to demonstrate, Ronnae?"

She blinked a few times as a blush creeped on her cheeks. "I ah. W-would be honored." She gave a light bow and waited a few. "Jus' need the blades to wield and I can g-give you a demonstration." She was a bit flustered being put on the spot but tried her best to keep face.

"Oh, thank you," Daja said. "And no, the honour will be all mine, I assure you."

The dragon raised a claw, made a few complicated passes, spoke a few words in the language of magic -- and a few greatswords of about Ronnae's height appeared next to the wall. Pure illusion, of course, but since the illusion included force as well as image, these swords would serve as suitable demonstration weapons.

She gave one last bow and grabbed the blades. Surprisingly enough she wielded them with ease, almost as if they were one handed blades instead of their two-handed versions. She made to keep it simple at first. A couple of practice swings, she spun them a few times and made a few jabs. She then followed with her personal practice style which was focused more on her battlefield combat style.

Making sure there was ample space, she commenced an intricate dance. The flow and twirl of both body and weapons was unique and very fluent. She spun, flipped, ducked and charged swinging the blades accurately with ease. Her focus was unwavering and it seemed like she was at peace while doing this. At the end of the intricate dance she rested the blades down and bowed low. She didn't seem affected at all by fatigue, or was very good at hiding it.

Daja looked curiously at the blades - such amazing magic Aibghalien had! No one from her world could creature such convincing blades with magic alone - but it was Ronnae that drew her attention.

"That is amazing," she said. "How are you able to move such heavy blades so quickly?!"

It's only an illusion! It's not real. The real ones would have taken 10 minutes to create and would be of limited duration anyway...

"I wish you could have met Wes," he said wistfully. "He would have NO idea what to make of you."

She blushed heavily and it took a moment before speaking. "It took... It took a lot of training. Mostly started at home, learning the basics of the three schools taught in our world. Then we're encouraged to work on our own style and fortify it. It was my mother who inspired to do it this way." She paused and smiled at nothing in particular.

"She was an assassin, and uses much smaller blades. But the basic fighting style is the same. It's just my training was focused more on heavier weapons since I'm usually thrown in the front lines. As time went by I was able to incorporate two blades instead of one and thus I fight more at ease since they sort of balance me out. I can just as easily use lighter weapons, this is just what I'm used to."

"That must take more than training," Daja pointed out. "I have known people who have trained their entire lives, and they could not even hope to demonstrate what you just did."

She paused for a moment, thinking. "You have another weapon that you intend to use with this sword, then?"

"I have plenty of illusion spells left," he said as offhandedly as possible. He well understood that Ronnae might not want to demonstrate the specific weapon in all its dubious glory.

She dropped her head and bit her lower lip. She had brought it just in case. She had just left it right outside with Boomy. She fidgeted a moment before doing a slight nod. "It'll just be a moment." She hurried outside and came back with a large two-handed axe. The materials were of a dark origin and the blade was as if it was ice, yet stronger than any metal she'd seen back in her world and twice as sharp. The eerie hum that came from the blade was unsettling and the aura it emanated was of strong necromancy. "This is Shadowmourne, my soul bound blade." She said a bit more resentful than intended.

Daja stepped back, disturbed. She had yet to even inspect the blade with her magic, and yet she could already feel that it was...wrong.

"What is that?" she whispered.

"A last resort, as I understand it," Aibghalien said. "A weapon created to vanquish evil. You can see, I think, why I'm concerned about the effect it's having -- and why I wish to see its presence counteracted."

Ronnae shuddered almost unnoticed before placing the blade against a wall. "It was a nesessary asset to the defeat of the biggest threat to my world at the time. It... I takes it's toll on me, but it's impossible for me to dispose of the blade as it is soulbound to me. It calls, I answer." She kept it at that, not wanting to continue on her own accord, if they'd like more information she'd be glad to assist.

"That's horrible," Daja said, feeling a wave of sympathy for Ronnae. "I can't imagine what it must be like for you..."

She took a deep breath, trying to calm down. It was hard, though, when she could still feel the wrongness of the blade, over there in the corner. "You'll need a blade of the same size, shape, and weight to properly counteract it," she said, trying to get back to business. "I'm sorry, but I may need you to take the measurements of it for me. My magic is rooted in metal, and I...I do not know if it will be safe for me to touch it."

Daja could help but remember Sandry's horrifying tales of unmagic - a substance that would eat and destroy any magic that came into contact with it. It might be that this sword wasn't the same, but she could not risk that its taint would spread to her magic.

"Luckily I am no ordinary wizard," Aibghalien said with a self-mocking smile. "I actually have access to certain spells that draw on the opposite forces of the multiverse -- light, hope, good, positive energy. This is why I intend to enchant it myself, or at least in conjunction with yours; to imbie the blade with those qualities."

Ronnae nodded with an appreciative smile. "It hasn't been e-easy. Not since the day it was tasked to me and I went on the journey to gather the materials... required for the forging." She looked away momentarily remembering when the finished blade was entrusted and bound to her her body shivering slightly.

She calmed down quick enough to continue. "I don't mind doing whatever is needed of me to do the task. I had already come to terms a long time ago that this was something that needed to be done and that I had the honor to take on this burden, with or without a chance at easing it in the future." She kept her gaze down, her young features shadowed by a lot of pain in her short life.

"You are very brave, Ronnae," Daja said softly. "Seeing what you need it for, I believe that your magic may be more suited to this task than mine, Aibghalien" Daja said. "Nonetheless, if our magics are compatible I can use mine to add protection spells, and strengthen the blade. I can ensure that it will never rust or weaken, and that the blade will always remain sharp. If you are willing?"

From the small bag she had brought with her, Daja retrieved 5 small ornamental figures of metal - all steel, and all already imbued with Daja's magic. Fittingly, these were all enchanted with protection spells - she kept them around her home and forge, to ward off intruders, ill will, and bring health and long life. But for toda, they would serve as an adequate test.

"Of course," he said. "Frankly I'd welcome the chance to experiment anyway, so this is all the better for me."

He pondered the figures for a moment, then sighed. "Ah well. I suppose I should have known I needed to dispel this, but I HAD hoped." He spoke a few words and made a slashing gesture with one claw -- then abruptly stood before the two women an elf once more.

Ronnae let go of a breath she didn't even know she was holding, and was very happy to have the attention moved from her. This would give her time to settle down and relax. She edge back a bit to give them room to work with whatever spells they needed to use, and sat comfortably on the ground looking curiously at the two chat.

Daja watched with fascination as Aibghalien transformed. "Amazing," she said. "I have never seen magic like it. Truly, you possess wonderful gifts."

She left the figurines on a small, unmagicked table, and took a step back. "These all contain protection spells - for health and vitality, for long life, for warding against ill will, for warding against intruders, and for calm and tranquility," she said, pointing to each in turn.

Ho bowed, razor-sharp, with a smile. "Thank you for the compliment. But I'd be very surprised if you couldn't do things completely outside of my ability in turn. That seems to be the way of things on this ship. Perhaps later we could compare notes on our worlds' respective magics?"

He examined the statues quickly with his own magical senses, intrigued. Already an example. "Well then, let me see..."

He spoke a few words and made a series of complicated gestures as he reached out to touch one of the statues. The moment he made contact with a fingertip, the statue abruptly shrunk to a sixteenth of its previous size, falling like a limp cloth to the table's surface.

"That didn't seem to affect the enchantments placed upon it," he said after a moment of scrutiny.

"Possibly," Daja said with a wry smile.

Daja watched carefully as Aibghalien shrunk the statue, keeping a close eye on the flickers of magic that she could see. The statue had already glimmered to her sight, but now the light brightened as Aibghalien's magic joined hers. She reached out to touch the statue with her fingers, sending her magic into it to inspect the spells more closely.

"Yes, my magic is completely intact," she confirmed. "Perhaps to be certain, we should try some of the specific spells you wish to use?"

"Most of them are intended specifically for weapons," he said wryly, "but..."

He lifted a finger, twirled it three times, spoke an invocation, then touched another statue. No sooner had he done so than the statue began to glow with a warm, pure light -- as if sunlight itself had been refined to the essence of light itself.

"Good," Daja said, satisfied. "There don't appear to be any problems. Now, do you have any further tests you would like to run, or should we get down to business?"

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