Dressed in fine red and black robes embroidery magical
Gold leaf he held a wand stained with fresh blood and
A black book his hair white his beard full he walked into the store
And waited patiently for service
The road to nowhere leads too mee
Dressed in fine red and black robes embroidery magical
Gold leaf he held a wand stained with fresh blood and
A black book his hair white his beard full he walked into the store
And waited patiently for service
If you want to rp, we will do it ingame. This is not in the forum rp catagory.
"You never know what kind of man you'll be until the end."
The new store in w41 has been noticed and will be a regular
Stop when seeking magical gear charms and enchantments
What can I say scorpions sting why would you pick me up then if not too get stung
A notice was placed in the window of the Charmworks shop. It read in pretty plain writing:
"Heye ye adventurers, loggers, and refuges of Morytanian. We will pay the weight of all splitbark items in gold. Talk to the counter person inside for more details."
"You never know what kind of man you'll be until the end."
-Howl Aren
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Wizard Ovi
After having pried the large rubies out of their silver casing, dark brown feminine hands began to slowly chisel away at the gems in order to get them into their arrowhead shape. Working away casually for three hours, it was finally time to give the ruby arrowheads a polish with runic varnish.
Once the polish had been administered on the artificers table, It was time to prepare the heads for enchanting. Taking out bits of gold leaf, she began decorating the arrowheads with small arcane sigils, taking her the rest of the evening. It came, the time to incant the enchantments of fire and strength on the arrowheads
Pulling from her wizard tower apparatuses, she began to weave the enchantments runic energy by runic energy. The process acts much like that of thread work, weaving together magic like some wonderful spider. This took her till dinner to complete.
With the final product near completion, the varrockian enchantress left the shop to get the arrowheads put on by a skilled fletcher. Marias order was complete.
"You never know what kind of man you'll be until the end."
Eight emerald tips of magical poison, eight emerald tips of conjuring earth, and sixty-four diamond tips of armor piercing, those were to fit steel dart tips. The morning sun already overhead, the artificer began her work, chipping emerald, and diamond along its ridges, she began to fracture each large, gielinorian gemstone into appropriate pieces.
As the star sets in the evening, the shaping and polishing began. With a magic faceter, she shaped the gem pieces into tips one by one before getting ready to apply their individual enchantments. Instead of decorating the tips, Leila put on each of her fingers a special cosmic aligned golden thimble, threading by hand runic energies into each dart tip one by one. With the moon rising, it was for the bed she made after finishing her work.
Breathing in the morning air, getting dressed and having a wonderful toast and butter breakfast, the day started with heading to the fletchers once again.
"You never know what kind of man you'll be until the end."