Arsenal Upgrade.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Note: I want to rp this thread out fully if someone will help me out, thanks.

But first: I need a price check on upgrading Two Steel Masterwork Daggers to Delyn and POSSIBLY placing an Enchantment or two on my Weapons. Thank you very much in advanced. If the Delyn upgrade is too expensive atm, I will purchase something cheaper. Thanks in advanced for your assistance.

[Aurelianus Drak'shal]

Alrighty, first thing's first -

It will cost you a total of 442 GP to upgrade both daggers to Delyn. As for the price of enchantments, that depends entirely on what sort of enchantment you would like placed on them.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

(Okay that's a good deal bro. We can rp this thread out from here on in. I don't think I need any specific enchantment this time around, I just want the dagger upgrades. Thanks for your help bro, you're a scholar and a saint. I won't attempt to haggle this out the suggested price is quite fair indeed :) thanks for your response bro.)

[Elthas_Belthasar]

(I don't mind going first buddy, here goes. By the way, my daggers I've had since level 0. I just forgot to add them in my level 3 update and will be certain to link them for level 4. Thanks for understanding!:D )

Elthas wandered through The Bazaar district of Radasanth. Most times, he observed the various flow of business and commerce. Other times, he performed various errands for The Trading Company. Today though, he was there for a very specific reason. One reason that was something that eventually ALL Althanian warriors and magi experienced sooner or later. The desire to become more powerful. Elthas was little more than a duelist, a rogue, he fancied himself skilled with his daggers. But his venture in The Althanas Leagues showed how limited his skill truly was. He had learned something. He had learned weakness and humility, and tasted bitter defeat. He would be certain to be prepared the next time he entered a gathering of that nature.

It was with a determined look that he entered the armory area. He walked towards the nearest attendant.

"I'd like to upgrade my daggers." Elthas said plainly and looked at the attendant very seriously.

[Aurelianus Drak'shal]

Fingol looked up from his work as the man approached him, the grizzled dwarf smith tucking his braided beard over his shoulder in his habitual way. Looking the man over, he laid aside the tiny hammer and awl he was working with, inscribing protective runes into the haft of a warhammer, appraising the customer in an instant.

The man standing before him was an elf, but Fingol had never had any enmity towards the dainty race. Nor any other race for that matter. All he cared about was the craft. And the gold it brought him.

"Well, I'm sure I can help you with that, sir. If you'd be so kind?" he held out his hands for the blades, waiting patiently for the customer to pass them over for inspection. The elf did so, and Fingol nodded his thanks. His veteran eye roamed over the daggers, picking out every fault and mar on the steel, every single point the original smith's hammer had been a little too heavy, or not quite hitting the right angle. He silently humphed and huffed to himself. Some people just had no respect in their work.

"Well, we can accommodate your needs quite easily sir. Might I ask what you had in mind?"

[Elthas_Belthasar]

"Upgrades, sir." Elthas responded in a polite fashion. He watched the dwarf observing his gear and the interest immediately settled in. Something of a blacksmith himself, Elthas was eager to learn all he could about the art. "Would like both of them upgraded to Delyn and retain their masterwork quality. Further, I'd like to add a poison effect to the blades if at all possible. Doesn't have to be devastating, but able to do the job." Elthas stood in relaxed fashion. "Plenty of coin in it for you if you can keep my people's aesthetic designs, and possibly enhance the visual appeal of the weapons." Elthas was an Elf through and through, and he didn't want to loose sight of the culture of his people. He was ready to pay for the services that the dwarf would provide him, and he wondered just how effective he would become after the fact.

"Let me know if the upgrades to my gear is possible." Elthas said. "I want the blades to be as durable as possible within the confines of delyn ore manufacturing and construction." Elthas said. "Keep them as lightweight as possible please, I can pay extra for that if need be." Elthas was particularly proud of his blades, as they were keepsakes heirlooms from his people. Further, they were the weapons he has used since the beginning of his career and they have served their purposes well. It was time to alter the properties of his friends and companions, and make them better. Elthas continued to stand in his relaxed fashion, he was well dressed. His fancy, fedora style hat was tipped at a forty five degree angle as well. He dressed to the current and modern Radasanthian fashions. He followed trends, but added his own people's flare to his dress and attire. Elthas was someone who CARED about his appearance. Every minor detail was carefully placed on him to represent image.

A representation of a philosophical idea, or perhaps something deeper. Elthas's attire was not something purely for show. It was something that represented who and WHAT he was. A businessman, someone with tremendous guile and cunning who was growing more skilled as he became aware of his purpose in life. He stood in such a way that he could rub his chin as he watched the dwarf worked. "Do you mind if I stay and watch you work, fellow smith?" There was a lot to be learned about the blacksmith's art, and Elthas did not want to miss a good chance to learn. So he stood there, observing everything that the fellow did to his most trusted companions.

[Aurelianus Drak'shal]

"Aye, I see no reason why not," Fingol nodded amicably, gesturing the elf to take up a stool on the other side of the anvil.

"As for your upgrades, I don't do much work with poison and such-like, but I can point you to someone better suited to that once I'm done with your blades here."

For a short while he chatted with the elf, as he took measurements, worked out quantities of ore required, painstakingly picked out the tools he would need and returned to his post. Keeping the elven aesthetic of the blades wasn't difficult - a smith in the cosmopolitan heart of Corone had to be fluent in many different styles and cultures if he truly wanted an edge over the competition. But, for Fingol, that took a backseat compared to the simple pleasure he took in shaping metal to his will; in taking the exact same materials, but turning out a dwarven seax with one, and an elven falchion with the other. It was the craft that thrilled him, not the money so much.

In the end it was still several hours of hard work, but eventually the daggers were done. They looked almost identical to what they had been, apart from a few more artistic flourishes here and there.

Leaning over a worktable, a set of magnifying lenses clipped to a leather band round his brow, hanging over his eye, the dwarf craftsman finished one sweeping curve with the awl in his callused, gnarled hand. He took a step back, running a hand through his soot-encrusted beard as he cast a critical gaze over the work. Foe a long moment, he said nothing, then finally, with a broad grin, he lifted the blades and presented them - hilt first - to their owner.

"There you are, master elf. Blades worthy of a man of your stature. I hope you find the little touches to your liking. I studied a few years under some wandering Raiaeran smiths, and picked up a thing or two." He tapped a broad finger against the side of his equally broad nose. "That's our little secret, mind," he chuckled with a conspirational wink.

"Now, as for the magics you're looking for, I haven't been down that way in a while, but word was there was a blind man down there could cast wonders over any item you place before him. If I were you, friend, that's where I'd take my coin."

The dwarf cleared his throat softly, obviously trying not to appear rude.

"And as for the matter of coin.."

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Elthas watched the master dwarf work.

It was an enlightening experience, he always favored the master craft technique of the dwarven smith. Elthas learned quite a bit from the impromptu lesson. His eyes narrowed as he observed the blade's upgrade procedure. In time, Elthas would learn to maintain and upgrade his own equipment. However, he needed to learn from practical knowledge and experience. He studied hard as he watched the dwarf work. His face had a content expression despite the narrowed work. The dwarf took some liberties with elven aesthetics, but the results were breathtaking.

When he saw the finished product, he nodded towards the dwarf. In the time that the master blacksmith worked, Elthas had prepared a small pouch with an adequate amount of coin in correspondence to the arrangement. He put together 500 gold coins of his own personal stock to pay the master smith. He wanted to tip the dwarf handsomely for doing a good job on the equipment upgrades. He would see someone else about the enchantments and augments he had in mind. He took the weapons by their handles, and attached the scabbards at his belt.

He then handed the coin to the master dwarf.

"500 gold pieces." Elthas explained. "I added more for a job well done. Next time I need more enhancements, I'll come see you first, and recommend business to my allies." Of course, Elthas was vaguely speaking about his membership into The Trading Company. He was an officer there. But he knew the blacksmith would accept business from all sources, Elthas continued. "I'll need directions for where I can go to get my augments if at all possible." Elthas was referring to the enchantments he wanted. He would pay the necessary people for a job well done.

(Note: Paid Dwarf 500 Gold pieces for initial dagger upgrades, gonna pay for the enchantments next when they are good and done. It's always a pleasure working with you Aure.)

[Aurelianus Drak'shal]

Fingol looked at the hefty pouch in the elf's hands, accepting it with a wide grin under his dark, sooty beard.

"Very kind of you, sir. Very kind," he nodded, accepting the payment and storing it in one of his many belt pouches underneath the heavy leather apron he wore. His eyes glittered with the promise of more business. The man looked like he could afford the generous tip, no doubt, but it was always much welcomed to see someone with genuine appreciation of his work.

The dwarf rubbed a soot-stained forearm over his sweaty brow, streaking black across his ruddy skin as he took out a sheet of parchment and an ink-pen - a handy little invention he had procured from Alerar a few years ago. Popping the cap off between his teeth, shining a pearly contrast against his blackened features, the smith drew a simple, but accurate map leading down to the enchanter. it took a minute for the ink to dry, but Fingol eventually passed the sheet to the elf, once again thanking him for the business.


***

A few streets away, sitting on a simple wooden stool behind an equally simple stall, Verif craned his neck, hearing someone approach.

A dark cloth covered his eyes, ruined by fire during his time as a mage in service of the Empire, and the rest of him looked to be.. well, grubby was the kindest way to describe the old man. His hands were wrapped in bandages, leading up his arms under the sleeves of his rather threadbare tunic. Business wasn't common, mainly because people took one look at the blind old veteran and assumed his services were just as poor.

They were wrong.

The footsteps drew closer, and Verif craned his neck, turning his ear to the sound.

"What say you, friend. Might Verif offer you his services for a pretty penny?" he called out, his voice far stronger than his frail frame would suggest.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Elthas spotted the old man, taking him for a veteran by the looks of his attire and scars.

Elthas was not one to judge by appearances, he was one who honoured the old alliances.

A Hero amongst his kind of some regards, Elthas had once saved a high-ranking Syndicate officer and had a temporary stint with them. He looked at the old man and saw something more...potential. Just as the master dwarf had carved him his new daggers, he saw in the seemingly frail old man...the promise of power. And that alone was profit. Elthas was a tycoon at that point in his life, he worked for The Trading Company and was looking to better defend their assets. Including his own best interests. Elthas had an enemy he needed to hunt and that enemy would soon fall by his hands ALONE. After that he would turn that bastard, Xu, in to the Corone authorities. He looked at the old man, there was something about Verif that reminded Elthas of another old man. Seth Terrentius, brother to the man named Theo Terrentius. Together, they ran the Syndicate chapterhouse near Radasanth proper. Elthas could not help but think fondly of Seth Terrentius despite the dirty dealings in the end. Saving Seth made Elthas the man he was today.

Elthas looked at Verif giving him a studious glance.

The man was a puzzle, an engima, and Elthas wanted to solve it.

"Fingol referred me to you, good sir." Elthas said. He had a name for Verif that Fingol had given him in the map. That is what Elthas liked the most...efficiency. "I am wondering if you could weave a few enchants on these." Elthas removed the twin scabbards that housed Fingol's masterwork in them. "Fingol made the upgrades and you came highly recommended." Elthas said. He was a businessman first, and only fools were blinded by prejudices. Elthas handed Verif the daggers. Then he began. "I am looking for several key enchants. One to make the weapons as lightweight as possible, and if my gold is welcome here, another to cause a paralysis effect on those who would attempt to harm The Trading Company's assets." Elthas said. "Depending on price, we can negotiate a good deal from there. I've got nice coin to spend." Elthas said. He was dressed in fancy attire, and was wondering what the business folk thought of the way he dressed. Pompous? Loud? Perhaps. Elthas was making a statement on Althanas, and he wanted to prove that gentleman warriors could go far again in this very dark age.

He represented the promise of a more civilized age.

[Alyssa Snow]

He had been meddling with some new-fangled inscription when the strange elf waltzed into his shop. Verif bit at his lower lip before letting the spark of light fizzle out from the vellum and the magically inscribed words halted mid-stroke. What remained looked akin to a pie made from overlapping circles, sharp lines, and peppering of arcane runes. The old enchanter scrunched his brows to adjust in the change of arcane density. A lone finger, mostly skin, bone, and bandage, pulled a dark linen hood further to recede his features to shadow.

"Always with the timing," he muttered as he fetched his gnarled wood walking stick. Atop its knotted crest, several gems of various cuts, quality, and tints jutted out. It appeared as though the wood either exploded into crystal or wore an ornate mineral crown. Although beautiful in its own right, the withered magician clutched to it as he hobbled forth.

Verif again scrunched his brow, this time to ascertain the quality of the elf's character. More importantly, he assessed if his presence would prove an opportunity for coin, or cost him more wasted sands of time.

"Hello, welcome," he voiced while he kept his expression stoic. Though withered by time, Verif's face remained blank, unyielding, and yet overbearing in its aura untold experience. As the boy explained his desires, Verif read his movements. He authenticated the mark, make, and quality of Fingol's work by touch alone. Indeed the boy was an honest one and the nostalgia from times long past bubbled to the surface. Many years and many memories dwindled in and out of Verif's mind while Elthas continued. All of them fond of the masterful blacksmith. Some of which even forced a slight movement at the corners of his lips.

"What wry soot breather..." Verif remarked about the blacksmith. "It's been at least a year and all he sends is a boy with his blades. That steel for brains should have come here himself!"

Verif offered a dry chuckle. Then he set his ornate staff upon the same counter as Fingol's work.

"Let's see..."

The old rune smith lifted the blades in a manner that nearly looked like a struggle. He carefully examined the piece. While he turned it end over end, Verif lifted his staff only to place the blade under its crystal crest. With eyes hidden in the shadow of a hood, occasional rotation of the gems, and studious grumbles, the elder tilted his head toward the presence before him.

"Lightweight you say?" Verif hefted the dagger. "Not sure how much lighter you want such a small blade to be, but I can manage something. Not all weight is bad my boy. There's a reason people use the phrase 'heavy hitter'..."

The enchanter set the knife down and slammed his staff into the creaking floorboards to steady his weak knees. Verif brushed his bandaged hands on his plain tunic, as though the daggers had a filth upon them. Then, he carefully inspected his tattered attire as if they were now soiled.

"Now for the paralysis, we'll be talking a pretty penny. Not all men cripple the same way, nor is there any one simple magic to do so."

Verif moistened his mouth before placing a solitary finger in the air. As he moved it, a faint line of iridescence remained. The lines left behind did not form conventional numbers, but a type of arcane symbol for which markings were added and removed. Verif gripped the grey hairs dangling from his chin to ponder. Then he waved a hand and wiped the iridescent scriptures from the air.

"For your weight reduction, I can make them light as a feather. The cost alone on that is three hundred." Verif smiled, an unsettling sight from someone who bore bandages for eyes.

"As for your paralysis, I can bestow a curse upon their edge. One that will disrupt the soul from the body. It'll render the mind from the muscle and rob both will and intent." As he spoke, Verif stroked his fingers along the Delyn daggers. His caress could only be compared to a master doting affections to a loyal pet.

"However..." he pointed a bony appendage at the elf. "This magic is not permanent, nor will it always work. Like I said, not all men are created equal, nor will all men react the same. One blow is sure enough to immobilize a limb of your common passer by. Two or three more and you'd best compare the effects to a night of drinking dwarven fire whiskey - a pulpy mess of limp flesh and bone."

Verif chuckled at a memory as though the present company were not there. He was blind after all. Or was it he just couldn't see?

"That kind of dark malice upon these knives will cost you nine hundred for both. Little do most know that the art of enchanting is quite dangerous to those that weave the enchantments. What say you, elf? Does your coin speak loud enough over your morals for the dark magics you wish to bestow?"

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Carefully considering everything that was said, Elthas tipped his hat towards Verif.

Verif's abode was more of a lab than an actual home of sorts, but Elthas was not a stranger to such sights.

The man spoke and laid his proposition down on the table. Elthas carefully considered the words that were spoken, never taking his eyes off Verif one moment. Verif seemed half a madman, but that prospect did not frighten the elf. However, talks of "dark" forces and energy did. For a moment, Elthas considered taking his daggers and seeking a more morally inclined individual to work with. All Elthas wanted was to incapacitate, not to maim permanently! Elthas then considered perhaps just accepting the lightweight enchantments, and maybe explaining it a little better. He decided that working with hex-magics of any sort was likely more trouble than what it was worth. It wasn't for lack of coin, it was for the fact that Elthas was an honest man. And honest men did honest things through honest means. Elthas rubbed his chin and thought very carefully. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Varif. Then, he decided to speak after a couple of minutes passed.

"Me and the dark arts don't mix well. I will take the lightweight enchantments however. I think that will suffice for both blades. It's not a matter of the blades weighing much, its a matter of finesse and style you see? I'm one of them blade dancer folks if I could be allowed to be bold for just a moment." Elthas explained. "I think for this venture, the lightweight enchantments should be just fine. I don't want to put unneeded bad karma on my heart you know?" Elthas explained. "I just want to be competitive in terms of my own skill level." Elthas said carefully. His eyes never once leaving those of the deadly old man. Again, the impulse to just live did touch heart. However, Elthas was a businessman. He did not want to loose an opportunity because of his own morale, he would take half-way. Elthas decided on one but not the other. He hoped that crazy old man would understand where he was coming form and not take offense. I cannot allow myself to have such dangerous weapons that would corrupt and destroy. I am not about that...I hope he understands where I am coming from. I've fought too hard to get exactly here... Elthas thought to himself.

[Alyssa Snow]

"I see," Verif responded. He let the silence wash over them while remaining fixed in place. His face remained toward Elthas as is examining him - as if he could somehow study him through the bandages which bound his eyes.

"You smell of mercy."

The old man pulled his hood from his head to expose the horribly marred flesh and splotches of white hair. Mangled scar tissue remained where scalp should be and pits nearly to the bone spotted in contrast to long, grey wisps. Where it not for the scent of dusty tomes instead of undeath, one might easily confuse the poor soul with one of the Forsaken. Verif leaned forward.

"You smell of a man who holds himself above senseless violence but also knows its necessity. These blades are Delyn. They are not tools of self defense nor of a pacifist. You intend to harm. These blades are made for blood."

The old rune smith leaned back and hobbled against his gnarled staff. In contrast to his flesh, the two made a good couple.

"If bad karma is something you wish to avoid, you would be best to purchase a shield to protect and not weapons to attack." Verif turned to the shelves upon shelves of old tomes. Beside which were rows upon rows of powders, stones, and objects of varying origin. His bandaged hand skimmed their surface as he searched for the enchantment the boy desired. It ran through all the tomes, clinked against all the jars, brushed against the various oddities, and came to rest against a feather the size of his forearm. The blind man ran his fingers along its plumage.

"...and I understand where you are coming from."

He let the statement sink into his potential client. Though he lost so much to the infernal magefire that wrecked his body, Verif had also gained so much. Such were the gifts and horrors of being a master enchanter.

"Just know, boy, that poisons and paralytics are just as dark if used for good as though for bad. Know that perspective is everything, and that your side of the coin may not always face up."

The elder turned around with the Roc feather in hand. He placed the rare item beside the elf's daggers.

"So just the one enchantment?" he inquired with an expressionless face. The words he spoke did not hold malice nor trickery, only wisdom and knowledge.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

"Aye sir." Elthas said to the master enchanter. "Just the one enchantment on both blades."

Elthas barely understood the magical arts, he only knew that the oldest and most powerful wizards were capable of tremendous power. For a moment, Elthas pondered seeking out an apprenticeship with either Verif or Fingol. However, he was an Officer of The Trading Company. Duties to The Trading Company always came first despite his hunger for knowledge. Elthas had gained a valuable insight into the economic state of Corone during that meeting with Fingol and Verif. As Elthas considered the business proposition at hand, he wanted to ask one more thing of Verif. The more rational aspect of his mind and heart wanted to leave Verif's presence as soon as was feasibly possible. It wasn't that Verif made Elthas uncomfortable, it was that Elthas simply was afraid of The Dark Arts. He considered that Verif likely held great power at his disposal, despite his seemingly frail and mangled appearance. Such secrets, knowledge, and power was a matter that would be respected. Elthas would speak Fingol and Verif's names to his associates in The Trading Company and steer business their way. After all, Verif and Fingol had done Elthas a tremendous favor that day.

Elthas had the one final question to ask. "How much will it be for the enchantment done on BOTH blades?" Elthas had to know. Once the transaction was completed, he could be on his way and be ready to face adventure with a more confident heart. Further, he intended to protect that which mattered the most to him. The way of life of Corone, and, The Trading Company's business practices and values.

[Alyssa Snow]

"The cost is for both: three hundred gold," Verif returned.

[Elthas_Belthasar]

"Very good." Elthas had the coin. He knew in that world, coin made everything go round. Money talked, was how the old saying went. With enough money, you could buy a base of operations, the land to run it on, and of course...the workers to work under you. If you were so inclined. Elthas took out a pouch, and counted off the three hundred gold pieces for Verif to do with as he pleased. He shuddered to think what such a madman would do with a fortune amassed. He considered most of them Bazaar district Merchants were likely incredibly wealthy. Elthas wanted his share, and even a taste of the action...for that...he would need legendary blades. That was the whole reason that he set out on that venture on that particular day. He looked at Verif. Then made a simple request, albeit, he didn't want to come off as too eager for knowledge. "Master Verif, if you don't mind...can I watch you whilst you work? Fingol let me watch as well. I am curious to learn a thing or two for my own studies as a crafter..." Elthas was always eager to learn. Though he wasn't sure how Verif would react considering his refusal to accept the negative enchantment on his weapons.

All in all, Elthas was pleased with his personal progress and everything he had undergone during the mission. I am getting new weapons out of this. I will have to learn a few new tricks as a result, but in all, it should be a worthy endeavor. Then I can get back to the business at hand. Elthas handed Verif the small coin bag with three hundred gold pieces contained therein. Elthas would not attempt to ever swindle or haggle with a Bazaar merchant. Instead, he simply was there to provide the man with needed work. Elthas folded his arms across his chest after he handed the money over, and waited to see what Verif would do and say next. He found Verif to be an interesting individual, even with the hideously scarred flesh. That's not what disturbed Elthas, only the questionable mental state of Verif did. Elthas would make it a point to seek some advice about dealing with Verif from his superiors for future endeavors. For now though, he was an adequate supplier for the enhancements he needed. If there were better, Elthas would have sought them out. But instead, he simply took whatever fate threw his way. Elthas recalled what Verif had told him, it was sound advice after all from a wise man. You smell of mercy. I can't think of a better compliment... Elthas thought to himself as he observed the man's handiworks.

[Alyssa Snow]

"Watch?" Verif repeated followed by a chuckle. "Be my guest. Those eyes of yours are lacking the vision to see the real process."

Verif pointed to the bandages around his eyes.

"You would be surprised what you can see without those fleshy orbs, but enough talk."

Verif took a finger and traced a circle onto the counter around Elthas's gold. The circle gave a faint luminescence, then flashed bright. In a burst of mystical flickering particles, the gold and circle disappeared.

"A shame though. The poison enchantment would have been more entertaining for a commoner." Verif grinned then held his staff above the Roc feather and daggers. He began to mumble a low tone of runic syllables. As if reacting to some unseen force, the crystals atop its crest began to glow. Verif pulled one hand away to hover just past his lips. The remaining hand lifted from the staff, and it hovered freely in the air. Verif raised his tone of voice. The runic phrases became more complex.

As the crystals grew brighter, they began to pulse. The staff itself started to rotate along its length while Verif traced luminescent symbols into the air. After he finished the first symbol, it floated from his fingertips and slammed into the Roc feather. He drew another. Again, it slammed into the inanimate object. As he continued, an arcane circle of light drew itself around the counter, staff, and daggers in layers. A new symbol impacted the feather, but this time, it responded by lifting into the air just above the elf's weapons.

Once the arcane circles had fully manifested, they two began to rotate. Each layer spun in a direction opposite the ones above and below. Verif drew a series of symbols this time, all while maintaining a complex tongue. Upon completion, they drifted to the middle of the array, condensed on the Roc feather, and shattered its corporeal form into fragments of white light. Light snow, they fell upon the blades and melted into the metal, away from sight.

Verif now began to shout. The feather was no more. The arcane circles, blades, and crystals of his staff grew to a blinding shine. The first of three circles expanded, then compressed and pulsed into the daggers. The second followed suit. The enchanter drew another array as the final ring grew and spun so fast, it became a purple halo in the air. Verif shouted a final phrase, and both the halo of light and runic phrase pounded into the blades. The pulse of this final event rattled the store and pushed Verif into a staggered step backward.

The glow faded, and only the staff remained. It's rotation slowed.

"There," the magister stated, "it is done."

Verif fetched his crystal crested staff from the air just as it seemed to lose its flight and slammed it beside him.

"Go ahead." He gestured to the elf's blades. "Feel free to try them."

[Elthas_Belthasar]

Elthas carefully studied the process that the old Enchanter followed.

It was brilliant really, a process that even Elthas's eyes had a hard time following. He knew Verif was working a spell-weave. That much he was certain about, BUT he wasn't certain the nature of the spell weave, OR it's properties. He was only certain that for a moment, there was a blindingly light and Elthas had to shield his eyes briefly. It was THAT intense of a light. He did not get to identify the symbols, or any of the mysterious runes that the old Enchanter was conjuring. In the room, power pulsed from both the staff and the old man.

Elthas instinctively took a step back.

He respected the powers of the arcane forces greatly, it was ingrained to the hearts and wills of his people, but Elthas himself, had very little knowledge of the arcane arts.

One the combination of light and harsh yelling stopped, Elthas finally opened his eyes a few moments later. He'd grasped that the old man, Verif, housed incredible power. Someday, Elthas would be just like that. But that was another tomorrow, and time flowed differently for the Elves and immortal folk. Once the light subsided, Elthas was seeing bright spots for a few moments. He blinked a few times and then his vision readjusted. He looked down at the daggers, they appeared to have a glowing SHEEN to them now. Elthas was impressed by both the old blacksmith's masterwork quality, AND Verif's. Elthas did not recognize a single syllable of the language that Verif spoke. It was tremendous, and overwhelming at the same time and it only partially revealed the mystery of the old man. Elthas narrowed his eyes for a moment.

"Damn." Elthas said softly. "That's impressive, Verif. I never heard that language before..." Furthermore, it didn't even SOUND FAMILIAR to him. And Elthas was not stupid, he was a student of knowledge and had never heard or SEEN anything like what he'd just witnessed. "Is it safe to the touch?" Elthas had to ask, but knew it would be. He was TOLD to test the daggers after all. He wrapped his gloved hands around the two daggers and lifted them. Just as promised, the daggers were beyond light-weight. There light as feathers and easy to manipulate and handle. As Elthas rotated them around in a few simple movements, he noticed that they seemed to almost OBEY his command. The daggers, in due time, would become a part of him.

He took the scabbards of his weapon, and slid his two daggers inside their respective scabbard. Then he attached them to his belt. Elthas then seriously looked at the old man. "You have power, Verif. Someday, I'd like to learn from you and the blacksmith. But for now, I have duties to take care of. I will be certain that the daggers you two have given me will be put to great things on Althanas." Elthas said boldly. "I will be certain they are used to bring about POSITIVE change. In a world that needs it." A world that needs it's Heroes... Elthas thought to himself. And then he looked towards Verif. He extended his gloved hand towards Verif for the old man to shake. "I respect you, Verif. I look forward to doing business with you again someday. And maybe becoming your apprentice." Elthas said calmly. He meant every single word he'd said.

[Alyssa Snow]

Verif nodded to the elven lad.

"Some arcane tongues are a translation of context. Even an immortal enchanter would find himself hard pressed to use every single word of magic."

He could feel the elf's apprehension toward the blades as he went to lift them. Verif let a sly grin spread across his features as the air of caution changed winds to that of admiration.The old mage found a deep appreciation for how magic could not only alter the world directly, but how it could manipulate the world indirectly. One touch, and fear of the unknown had become a muted joy.

"An man of the trade always likes to hear his work is appreciated. Should you ever decide to open your mind to the arcane arts, my door is open."

He took Eltha's hand in his bandaged appendage. The young elf's grip seared with a physical pain sharp and acute. Verif did not flinch, nor retreat his grasp. Instead, he looked upon the youngling with hallowed sockets and read him with a sixth sense. The enchanter nodded in secretive approval. The boy's light shone bright and as a result, cast long shadows upon the Etherium.

"I hope your journey brings you knowledge and wisdom my boy, for that is the greatest treasure," he said cryptically.

"Until I see you again, remember that every path of radiance is met by lurking shadows. I hope that when we meet again, you will know what I mean."

The old mage took up his crystal crested staff and turned his back to Elthas. The transaction was complete. Without further word, he tucked himself back into his workbench and busied himself with his potions, dusts, and artifacts. More muttered words and faint glows bounced off the walls while he toiled. All the meanwhile an enigmatic grin remained plastered on his pale features.

((Hopefully that ties it up. Shall I remove your gold and call this closed?))

[Elthas_Belthasar]

((Yeah bro at long last you may remove the gold from my account. It was a pleasure doing business with you and Aure. I am going to be seeing you guys again real soon. By the way bro, don't forget about my thread with Nosdyn :D . I would appreciate it if someone got to that, it's been there for a while. And yes, we are done my friend. Once again, thank you :D . )

[Alyssa Snow]

Elthas goes from 1,467 GP to 1,167 GP

Obtains enchanted daggers.

Due to thread length participants get 5% EXP needed to level.

Elthas gets 250 EXP
Alyssa Snow gets 100 EXP
Aure gets 300 EXP

[Alyssa Snow]

EXP Added.