Dame Archer of the Seattle Knights - October 7, 2018 - Equine Life Solutions Medieval Faire - Bothell Washington - Model: Alicia Archer #archerinventive - Photo by: Douglas Herring #douglasherring07
Almost everyone had the opportunity to have their own space. A research lab, an office - Lisaerys needed no additional space for her medical studies and the med bays didn't have any free space anyway. So she had made a forge out of hers. A small one - if she ever really committed to it she would need a larger space. But her projects were all small scale - she wasn't exactly trying to mass produce her armor.
It was time for a change. She had been walking around in this place for the better part of a year. In basic armors. Well made enough but it wasn't hers the way it could be. The way it would need to be. She needed to get her weapon back, and soon. As that apparently meant sneaking into a dragon's lair and possibly facing an infinite down with only a small handful of people… She needed more than basic.
It wasn't just about the metal itself. That had been a consideration enough - Leystone was incredibly versatile and what she ultimately went with but its peculiarities made it difficult to work with. She kept a large amount of foxflower nearby while testing what metals she could mix with it besides the corrupt felslate.
But there was a step she wanted help with. She didn't need the help… but someone else could do it better.
"You want me to what?" Lyren blinked at her, standing right next to the glowing forge without a hint of discomfort. She was sweating, covered to protect herself from sparks. Lyren was in robes still heavier than he had worn a few months ago and didn't appear to notice the heat at all.
Her brother could be incredibly obvious when he wasn't paying attention. When everything had become so normalized he didn't even notice. Of course, considering she had called him in specifically because of that particular skill he was treating so casually she couldn't very well complain.
"I need the armor enchanted," she repeated, "while it's still in the process of being shaped. While it's still its base metal. And then again later."
He cocked his head, the quizzical peering look birdlike in its curiosity. "The same enchantments?"
"What - oh, no," Lisaerys waved a hand. "Different ones. One needs to be to the metal to… when you enchant something in its base form, especially when its a metal so magical in and of itself, and then you reshape that, if you do it right - "
"You change the nature of what you're making," Lyren finished the thought, frowning. "I suppose I do the same thing a bit with… but the process is much different. And the metal is already basically enchanted just by being mostly leystone."
"Exactly. What the base metal once was has been changed by the arcane energy in Broken Isles," she said triumphantly. "So. I want you to change it again. And the easiest way to change a metal is when its state is already changing. I heat it up, you infuse it, carve the runes while it's hot. We let it cool. We keep doing it until the process takes… and then we reshape it into armor."
"What, exactly, are you hoping to get out of this?" Lyren asked, his voice flat but his eyes glowing bright, flickering hotter than the glow of her forge.
She smiled at him, full of teeth. "You know, I love Star. She's a darling. And our new brother - he might not be so bad despite what you think." She paused and reached for his wrist. The left one, the one wrapped up. He stiffened beneath her fingers, frozen as she pressed down where she knew there were scars.
"But the Void is full of monsters," she said, keeping her gaze level. "Monsters that have hurt people I care about. I can feel it, the mark its left on you. And somewhere out there is another. It has something of mine. And when its gone there will be others trying to hurt people that can't protect themselves. But I can."
She dropped his wrist, leaned forward and up to kiss his forehead as he started breathing again, the only apology she could offer. Turning, she took down the protective metal covering part of the wall - and the drawings there. She was never quite the artist her brother was but she had learned to be accurate, for the purpose of her armor making. For a moment, she watching him absorbing the drawings, the notes she had left - the schematics to things half remembered.
She knew when he realized and grinned as he leaned forward, double checking everything before leveling her with a look that she knew meant he was all in. "I'm a paladin," she said, shrugging. "I don't need to wear the Silver Hand's tabard but it's high time I start acting like one again. You going to help?"
"Yes," he said, smile just as sharp as hers had been earlier before it softened, settled in to something else, "But we're warding the door to keep any of the damage in. We're definitely going to have some accidents with this first and I can handle keeping the heat off of us - but the Light is a different story."
"Whatever you want," she said cheerfully. She assumed at this point the more fel-tainted of the population knew to stay away but if he wanted to put in the effort she wasn't going to say no.
"And we should probably have a discussion about what you've been teaching Arenlia," he said, a little more grim as he swept a hand over the door, feeling it out.
"Eh," she said, unconcerned. "Let's leave it until after the first explosion."
He huffed a breath back at her and then shrugged one shoulder. "Works for me."
Paladins as stubborn protectors of the just who are still somehow slavishly loyal to the throne and the church: Boring, stale, done 100 times before, a collonialist wank fantasy based on a victorian understanding of good
Paladins as magical girl in plate armor who wants to defend the world from evil with the power of HOPE and FRIENDSHIP, but also won’t hesitate to throw the king through a window the moment he mentions cleansing and orcs in the same sentence: Woke, fresh, good, 😍😍😍, 10/10 Tabby approves (#smashthefash)
Elspeth is certainly my favorite of the new planeswalkers, so having the chance to do her borderless masterpiece card was incredible!
Here she is, at the turning point of her fate. Does she put on the mask and risk losing herself for a chance at revenge? Or does she choose the light path but stay forever trapped in the underworld?
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