RP:Enchanting the Armor

Kirien yawns widely and rubs at his jaw. He sits facing the east and civilisation, the ancient and wild wilderness to his back, with an immense book spread open across his thighs. From his elevated position atop the arch of the restored gates, which apparently serves as some kind of outdoor studying spot, the empath sits reading while paying minimal attention to his surroundings, ignorant to the calls of wildlife and the drizzling snowfall. A finger trails down the page and his lips move through the soundless syllables of the words picked up, before Kirien murmurs aloud to himself, "Must experiment with that..." and, in with an absent shrug of the shoulders, nudges his coat back up from where it had slipped down. Wreathed in white fur and warmth, the curious genasi's focus delves entirely into his book again.

Eboric appears through the iron gates, having come, to all appearances, from the ruins to the west. The big man, made even bigger by the bearskin cloak wrapped tightly around his body, makes and abrupt turn upon exiting the gates, looking directly at Kirien, as if expecting to find the man there. "Come down here," the warlord says, in his best attempt at a polite tone. "I would speak with you."

Kirien takes his time in finishing off the remainder of his paragraph before he even glances from the pages to peer down at Eboric. Slowly, he shuts the book, then blinks once as if in delayed recognition. His reply is a cordial, "Titan of Winter who eats eyes. How nice to see you again." He swings his legs out and pushes off, dropping in a cloud of displaced snowflakes to land quietly before the big warrior, whom he proceeds to scrutinise after straightening up. Head cocked to one side, he stares hard at Eboric's face for a moment and waves a hand almost dismissively. "You want something of me?" He can't quite disguise the intrigue tinting his voice.

Eboric, in response, draws his axe from its place at his belt. Instead of attacking, however, he merely holds the bladed end toward Kirien, so that he can see the arcane symbols engraved there next to the older, druidic signs. "Satoshi directed me to you. Soon, I will face the oathbreaker Hadrian, a minion of Vuryal, and Satoshi has promised me aid in that endeavor. She enchanted my axe further, and sent me to you. Hadrian is a thing of metal, now, warped by the Timelord's magics. If there is a magic that can control or at least affect such a being, then I have need of it."

Kirien can't help it, not after the eye incident. Instinctively his body tenses when Eboric's hands move to draw a weapon, but his blind gaze remains affixed only on the man's features. Whatever he perceives there appears to ease him, and after a pause he takes a step closer so as to inspect the axe and map out its engravings, his hands lifting to run across the flat side of the weapon, the thrum of magic and metal singing through his fingertips. There's a thoughtful cast to his features as the genasi quietly considers the various options. "Oathbreaker?" he queries absent-mindedly with a glance back up at Eboric, a finger tapping at the axe. "I've heard about your, ah, warband. This Hadrian, he was one of them? A thing of metal..." He blinks again. "That explains that weird feeling further south, at least. But you say he's made of metal, now. Happen to know which kind?"

Eboric nods his head, sliding the axe back into the loop at his belt. "He was one. Then he broke his oath, and sealed his fate. My spies tell me that he is a giant of the ogre metal. Ghroundium, Satoshi called it. Tough stuff that, and heavy. His blows, should they land, could likely kill a mammoth."

Kirien , at mention of ghroundium, has to restrain himself from scowling. A near-tangible lash of anger snaps out from the empath all the same, who's obviously not at all fond of people twisting up his precious earth and doing horrible things with it - still, a feral grin curves his lips, though there's nothing at all pleasant about the expression. "Thoughtful of the parasite to make a minion out of something I know how to deal with. If you're up against ghroundium, you're going to need something...interesting. Et a lot of luck. Probably." Spinning away, Kirien falls silent for a short time, clearly mulling over something to himself.

Eboric shrugs his shoulders. "Luck, I have a-plenty. Something interesting...that is where you come in. I require an item enchanted, I suppose. I think I can do well enough on attacking, but I need something to stop him from getting to me, or at least lessen the blow. Can you do that, and quickly?"

Kirien makes a vaguely thoughtful sound in the back of his throat before turning back to face the man, smiling. "Likely, he'll have some kind of core. If I'd met him already I'd be able to tell you where it is on him, but...well, I'll leave that up to you. As for those enchantments you're talking about, I could do something like that. He's metal, et I'm rather good at getting metal to bend - to or away from me." He steps over again, reaching to rap at Eboric's armour, frowning. "The question is, whereabouts to lay that kind of spell."

Eboric shrugs his shoulders once more. "My hauberk is mithril, and as yet unenchanted. My helmet is steel and silver, also lacking in magic. I had thought that perhaps I wouldn't wear the armor in the fight, however, as I must be as agile as possible, but then again, I mislike being unprotected. If you were to enchant the hauberk, then perhaps it would have more of an effect than if you only enchanted the helmet?"

Kirien nods sharply and tugs at the hauberk a bit. The motion is definitely odd and likely not welcomed, but considering the genasi's blindness, and his words, it's safe to assume he's only doing it to thoroughly inspect the garment. "This should suffice.. Nice, quaility mithril with little impurities - oui, easy to work with. Easier than your helmet, and it's lighter, too, and covers more of your body. You'd like me to do that?"

Eboric nods as well. "If you can. No tricks, though...you saw what happened to Kuzial. I'd hate to think of something equally unpleasant happening to you."

Kirien 's lips purse but there's a flicker of amusement in his eyes; and something else, darker, but only very briefly. "I can et I did-- sort of. The echoes were vivid enough, at least. Whoever got the job of cheering him up after that was an unlucky bastard, es for sure." With typical nonchalance he shrugs off the hinted threat and smiles. "You'll probably have to take it off, by the way, if you want me to do anything with it. Could get uncomfortable if you don't."

Eboric frowns, but reaches up to haul the mail coat over his head, cursing as it catches a few of his hairs on the way up. He disentangles himself quickly, his eyes kept always on Kirien. He holds the heavy hauberk out toward the other, draped over his arm. "What will the enchantment do?"

Kirien looks a bit like a fox who's just gotten into the chicken coop as he gathers up the weighty garment in his arms. Chain links clink and shift as he clutches at it for a moment, then flings the hauberk into the air without warning. The metal comes tumbling back down to land perfectly over the genasi's head, a sneaky bit of magical guidance folding it until he's wearing the thing. "Ha. You're pretty big, huh," he comments, his own body practically drowned in the sheer amount of silvery link covering him. "It'll do like I said - bend and redirect, to some extent. Hang on et I'll show you, hm?" That said, Kirien gets straight down to business, any traces of his playful nature vanishing in an instant as his body suddenly lights up with a blindingly golden aura. Thin, angular 'scars' etched into the genasi's skin glimmer from his face to his fingertips with terramantic energies, shining through the hauberk; and when he speaks, the world trembles and ruptures underfoot, and the old gate gives a mournful groan behind him. Harshly-uttered words cascade from the terramancer's lips as he feeds his magic straight into the hauberk, driving with it the unspoken commands that would grant Eboric's armour the curious abilities he's looking for. Misdirection is the key tone in this enchantment; the kind that will convince metals to almost shy away from the man, bending and warping themselves over and around the mithril. When he finishes, and the light in his skin fades, Kirien shakes his head and tries not to fall over, then struggles out of the hauberk, which now holds a faintly golden tint to it. Maybe it's a trick of the light. "Here, here, put it on et we'll test it."

Eboric, as he had when Satoshi enchanted his axe, steps back, so as to be at least a little further from the enchanting process, which he watches with distrust. He doesn't speak, even when Kirien is finished; he merely slips the hauberk back on gingerly, still half-suspecting some sort of trick.

Kirien looks confident enough, though honestly he's not entirely sure if his supposed enchanting even worked. With his lacking knowledge, he tends to go about things in a rather unorthodox manner, but the mithril feels as though it picked up his energy as intended. "Don't move," he says cheerfully, then barks a word that resembles splitting rock, and conjures up a small sphere of dark-hued metal from the ground below. "It's unrefined ore, but it'll work for testing. Watch it, not me," explains Kirien with a shrug, then promptly tosses the orb straight at Eboric's chest. The object is large and heavy enough that it'd likely bruise were it to strike, but, to some surprise, the sphere begins to distort as it nears the hauberk, reacting to the enchantment woven within the links as it's forcefully bent out of shape. As if an invisible aura prevents the metal from making contact, it's simply made to stretch around the man instead, before shrinking back to normal and dropping into the snow. Kirien claps his hands together. "Aha~."

Eboric stands still as the orb appears, and doesn't flinch even when it flies at him. As it passes around, however, he does betray a small expression of surprise, but it is quickly hidden. "Very well," he says, simply. "I think that could work well for me. You have my thanks."

Kirien , perceptive as ever, smirks behind the cover of his hands upon sensing a very brief flicker of surprise. He's delighted by the enchantment's success, though he does make sure to warn the man, "Something travelling faster might be more difficult to block, like a sword thrust et such. It would bend, but there might not be time for it to move entirely out of the way." Hands lower and dip into the pockets of his coat, and Kirien rocks back on his heels, considering something a moment before adding, "I've a favour of a sort to ask of you, too. If you kill him, d'you mind giving me his core? Or, ah, part of the body, at least. Ghroundium's interesting stuff."

Eboric shrugs his shoulders. "I will do my best. If there is anything of the sort left of him, then I will bring it to you. My gut tells me, though, that this fight will be quite destructive. Now, I have one other that I must see before I find Hadrian. I will find you again when the deed is done. Thank you again." With that, the warlord moves through the gates once more, vanishing into the snow.