Not Just A Weapon[Crafting]

Job Name: Not Just A Weapon
Job Rank: B
Job Location: Reim
Job Reward: 15k Huang | 200xp [Magic Smith's Hammer upgraded into magic tool]
Job Prerequisites: Magic Tool Researcher
Job Overview: The hammer in Zion's possession is going to be a partner of Zion's in the future as he steps onto the path of crafting magic tools professionally. The Molding Magic he developed was intended for the hammer from the start. Now is the time to engrave the magic circle and give this magic to the hammer.

The oranges and reds of dusk hung over the Magical Miracles workshop as Zion returned from a coliseum match. The little business he had here was still without customers and so winnings from matches were barely enough to afford keeping it open. Zion had thought his bold sign with a claim like "Miracles" would draw in curious customers. Now he saw that his thinking had been too shallow. He was going to have to get his name out there somehow, but even before that he would need to have something worth talking over.

Inside the workshop it was cool and clean without the usual dust and debris of a typical work area. Zion balanced a bag of materials in one arm as the other swiped a magic circle by the door. A bit of magoi and two bars of light magic lined wither side of the ceiling bringing the dark room into view. Returning the bag to both hands, he walked straight past the reception area and dumped the bag onto the table. Emptying the leather sack and placing it aside he looked over what he had gathered from the market before coming here.

Copper trinkets with strips of steel and aluminum were scattered among a few plants and shiny rocks. The magician smiled to himself and began to separate out the various types of materials to begin processing them. Life magic was used to draw resin out from the plants and strength magic broke the shiny rocks down into a fine crystalline dust. His wand then flashed out with three Molding Strikes upon the three piles. Magic poured over the three sets of materials and began to mold and mix them. The copper and steel were thoroughly mixed evenly and then shaped into the rough form of a solid red hammer made of the copper alloy. The resin and crystal dust likewise merged together forming a gooey substance at first, but as the molding went on it slowly became more compact and solid. The resin and hammer were then molded together in order to finish the piece.

As the magic ended and the Magic Smith's Hammer gently placed itself onto the worktable Zion's eyes flashed with anticipation. He picked it up and flicked the resin face of the hammer producing a clear bell-like tone. Zion closed his eyes to enjoy the tone and then opened them in satisfaction. "This is something that wont be for sale, but its is going to help me make something incredible to shock the world. Then the business will come, I'm sure of it." Ambition carried on the youth's voice. His revenge against those who stole his father's research was to beat them at the market with his father's designs as a basis. This hammer was made to be a weapon but it was going to hold a much more important role for Zion.

The Magic Smith's Hammer was to be a partner for Zion. The comrade-of-arms that will fight his war of magic tool research alongside him and help take down his nemesis. As he looked down at the red metallic hammer Zion laughed to himself. "Ha, this magic was made for you and you were also made for it. Now I just need to add the magic circle." A focus gaze held on the hammer as Zion set it aside and turned his attention to the sketch board to the right and set about working on a magic circle. It was one thing to speak to the rukh, but to write their language was another. Zion slowly worked out the proper symbols to inscribe his insights into the rukh through.

Strength magic to pull and push the rukh as well as expand or create minerals, Sound magic to vibrate the rukh and loosen its bonds, Life magic to give it movement and expand or create organic materials. Respond to the casters will and achieve a desires shape. These few sentences sound simple but in fact each required dozens of commands in order to execute. Like a physicist working out a massive equation, Zion slowly penned away at his desk until night passed quietly by and the light of dawn came pouring in. Zion looked up and sighed. He had gone sleepless night and yet still had yet to perfect the formula. The magician reluctantly closed up for the day and left for the barracks to get some sleep.

Five hours later Zion woke up just in time for another colisum match. Under-slept and unfocused the "Swordking" stumbled out into the arena. His opponent made the first move and kept the pressure up in an attempt to keep Zion from casting any spells. But the magician was distracted as they fought and let his mind wander back to the equations. He had gotten the three magic types to behave properly, but transmitting the users will still had lacking results. The image in his mind could be very detailed and yet the molded result would end up as a sort of low resolution copy. This was far from good enough if he wanted to give his customers the benefits of aesthetic craftsmanship. The crowd roar in excitement as Zion's mindlessness caused him to mistake the movement of his opponent's sword and his cheek felt hot with a sting of pain where he'd been cut. The stab had narrowly missed his face! But Zion remained distracted and continued a disgraceful retreat.

A few more cuts later and Zion was still absent mindedly on the defensive. At first his opponent thought this was his strategy working but he soon realized that Zion wasn't taking him seriously at all and become enraged. The gladiator became more and more violent with his blows and did manage to wound the magician but it was the effort of a burned up candle. He wore himself out to the point of gasping. It was then that light flashed in Zion's gaze. "Oh!" He exclaimed before attacking for the first time without even looking. The disrespected gladiator was slapped across the face with the flat of Zion's sword as became lost in enjoying a sense of enlightenment.

Zion left the arena in a hurry after collecting his winnings. His poor opponent had never been so humiliated before and tried to demand a rematch from Zion but he couldn't even catch the hem of his sleeve before the storm kistune powers had sped Zion away with a gust propelled flight. Zion was excited to return to his workshop in all haste so he could try out the spark of inspiration. He didn't even stop to clean up his wounds and rushed into his workspace covered in sweat and blood. The wounds hurt but what hurt even more was trying to suppress this creative muse that had overcome him!

The magician's ink bush danced a fervid scrawling across the page. Ceaselessly the magician's hand moved for a few minutes but he set the brush down with a sigh of effort. He reached for the wad of clay he had been using to test circles with and placed it onto the magic circle without even waiting for the ink to dry. Zion fed the paper his magoi and closed his eyes to visualize the image of what he wanted to mold the clay into. It was a book with writings on the history of Magnostad that Zion had once read. The pages had illustrations and paragraphs of text. It was a tall ask for the wad of clay and past attempts had at best produced crude blank rectangles.

Molding Magic flowed over the clay and twisted it into a rod before squishing that down into a blob which rippled with movement. Then order reigned out of the chaotic movements and the clay was shaped into a 1:1 scale copy of the book. Thin "pages" of clay far to delicate to hold shape made up the inside of the book and if Zion was careful when pulling it apart he could even see the characters written on the specific page he had been visualizing. It was a complete success! Zion hurriedly turned from the sketch board desk and returned to the hammer on the work table. One more molding strike and Zion shaped the magic circle into the hammer behind its resin face.

It was complete. Zion's first magic tool and the one that would serve as his partner for future years to come. Zion held the Magic Smith's Hammer and beamed as he raised it up high. A piece of wood was placed before him and a bit of magoi triggered the hammer's circle to emit a golden glow. The hammer fell with a mighty strike and rung like a bell as it struck the piece of wood with a shot of molding magic. The wood twisted and squeezed as it was pulled into the shape of a mischievous fox. As thought it had been carved by an expert woodcarver, the fox statue was highly detailed and even had little whiskers. Zion admired his work and nodded to himself. This hammer was going to help him change the world.

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WC: 1500+/1500
Magoi: 375/420

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