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There was no better time for Dakkur to finally get acquainted with the magical societies in Zaichaer and no better place to start at other than the hub of magic in Zaichaer, the Market. "And we won't be harassed by the guards for this magical soiree?" Dakkur asked, expecting a place like the Market had been described to him to have been compromised and destroyed long ago unless it still existing is a great example to display the lack of competence of the Zaichaer militia. If that was the case why was the magical community so terrorized by them? "Ah so there are safeguards, these Roadrunner guys?" Actually Railrunners not Roadrunners "so we get to ride on a train to this Market?" Regardless they sounded interesting and a lot like a monopoly but as long as they offered a good quality of service they were being paid for in the running of the Market was that really so bad? Well there was the Railrunners working for their benefit just as there was the big event, the Summit, in their favor as well. The militia would be far too busy trying to protect their new visitors to Zaichaer, actually more like trying to prevent an extraterritorial incident which could jeopardize their peace and hold over their territories, to worry too much about rogue mages unless they were stupid enough to step out of line.And so without much of an incident which helped to settle Dakkur's nerves, they arrived at the Market in no time. What he heard about it certainly did not do the place any justice. He expected a dark, gloomy, isolated hole somewhere which he thought was going to be the best the magical community of Zaichaer could do in a city which put a lot of effort into keeping them under their boot but the Market seemed like a completely functional city of its own. There were so many shops, although his opinion would probably change once he realized that was the extent of the shops and there were even more stalls in the bazaar. It was just full of life, kind of like those times he had to pay a visit to the East End for materials. Maybe he could find something even more interesting than the stuff he looked through the East End, maybe not but it would be a learning trip for him over here. He had quite a bit to learn as he was led around and given a chance to browse through the shops with their huge varieties of wares, tools and goods with some even being magical as far as Dakkur could tell while at the same time, had that little voice into his ear to tell him which were the traders known to be reputable for their quality of service, which ones were respected by the community, which ones were total untrustworthy scum which should not be trusted and which ones offered special services off the books for their regulars.
Which also left them with one of the biggest attractions in the Market, The Menagerie. Its look really set it apart from the other nearby buildings and seeing someone being tossed out on his ass made Dakkur feel the Menagerie had some... character? It was a weird way to describe a place but it was also a way to which felt right to consider the it as Dakkur would learn soon enough over his time in Zaichaer that the gathering of the Myshalarai should have a special quality of character to them, or would he? As he had been brought to the Menagerie specifically, Dakkur thought he was to enter it but was held back at the shoulder as his hostess went in. "Uhhhh what? Did you want to go in first? Wait, I'm not allowed to enter? By you? By you? Wait? By mother? What? Why would she- she won't even know... she will?" Just what the hell was going on over here? This was one of the places he was not allowed at in Zaichaer and there would be punishments by both his mother and 'aunt' for him if they found out?
Maybe he just have to not let them find out.
But they will, he could see it in the eyes of his 'aunt' as though she already thought of what was going through Dakkur's head. And so he asked, "so why are we here?" if this was one of the places he was forbidden from entering and there it was, the operating word of he which was exclusive from the we in the clever sort of wordplay which had Dakkur abandoned at the doorstep while his 'aunt' entered the Menagerie alone. Only in an emergency and in dire need could he ever he allowed to step into the Menagerie without a sort of punishment but "what are those then? How do I know?" Well if he had to ask he it meant that was not one of those times but as a consolation, one of those stores from earlier? The one for runeforging? A little arrangement had been made for Dakkur to pay it a visit, play around with some of the stuff there since he had expressed he was getting tired of playing with his gadgets and gizmos. As it was better than nothing Dakkur took up the offer but little did he know it was more of a test in his ability in runeforging by the professionals.
Now he could make anything there. "Anything?" Anything he wanted to. A gift of sorts based on the arrangement. Thinking about what he needed for a little bit, "could I make caster shells?" Could he? Again he got the old answer of if he had to ask, he probably could not and Dakkur though he knew the basic concept of it also realized it would be tough for him even if he wanted to because there were certain nuances to their creation which more experienced runesmiths could work with. "Well I'll try to make them anyway" actually, not really. Dakkur had thought of it in the past, the hardest thing in making caster shells had to be in working with their propulsion quality which because of the aetheric energies involved normally meant a mishap with the less experienced runesmiths, like him. His solution? He would still work with the energies, it would be a learning experience at least even if he failed, but he would do it minus having to cause the shell to propel itself like any other projectile.
A simple design then, " could I have some terrasyte and and aqualyth?" Dakkur asked the runesmith. Two very common dragonshards which may prove interesting. "Oh, I'll need terrasyte of better quality if you have any" he said, the core of the design was going to be the earthstone as it was the one which would do more of the work. Both waterstone and earthstone were added into the forge to be melted down in the forge. You know, the usual and it was not such a big project so it would be ridiculously risky so the he struck up some conversation, normally considered a distraction by the professionals, with the runesmith he was not even aware of was evaluating him. Though that he learned a little more about the Market and how the merchants within it worked and... oh there was the shiny light in the aura glass, "one moment please" Dakkur said as he made some adjustments to the sorceror's glass to gather the aetheric energy unto some other part of the viscerite before asking the man to "go on" and continue the conversation.
This went on for a little longer with Dakkur adjusting and readjusting the energies of the viscerite being made until finally the runesmith had to ask him just what he was making? No answer there as Dakkur continued as is and then had the viscerite cool down in spherical molds. Why spherical? "For the even distribution of energy," duh. With the way they were all gleaming, Dakkur could tell they were brimming with all the energies of the sorcerer's glass which if not for the aura glass telling him when to stop, there would have a pretty bad reaction but it all ended up pretty well here. With the gemcutting tools, he cut around the surface of the spheres of viscerite and smoothened them out, taking care to avoid their cores where all the energies were swirling around in and then, stab stab stab, added some weaknesses to the gem themselves. Just what was he doing?
A shame this had been a spur of the moment thing or Dakkur could have built something more elegant. This batch of viscerite was a little too volatile for his tastes especially with the holes he put in. One by one on the workbench over the next couple of days Dakkur had the tonal fork finding the resonant frequencies of the weak points of the spheres and the punctures he added and then, enhanced the weaknesses so the energy would just about to be bursting even more. What? Of course this was how he finalized the item as before that, he had already recognized some of the more pertinent frequencies of the earthstone and waterstone and chiseled and hammered his way into making them work in tandem. First the earth aether would burst out to reshape the areas around it or more accurately, grind all the earth it could find into fine little bits. Then after a few seconds a second wave of aether, to create water and fill in the gaps in space between where the earth has once been. Like caster shells there would be a burst of energy but unlike caster shells lacking the directional burst.
"Let's put it to a test shall we?"
At an empty site Dakkur took one of the sphere's and tossed it hard into the ground in front of him. The smith observing him jumped away from reflex though Dakkur did it too so they were aware the risk was still there with untested creations but there was no explosion, not even a burst of light as the sphere shattered unto the ground. In fact other than the ground darkening it did not seem like there had been any changes at all. A dud? That was embarassing. "Do you think I will get another go?" Dakkur asked before going to check on the ground to see just where he went wrong. However as he put his hand unto the ground, it sunk in and with it his entire arm and almost his head if his other arm had not been grabbed to pull him back up on time. Not a dud it seems but a great success. "Do you think I could make some proper triggers for them now so I don't have to smash em on the ground?" although Dakkur was thinking more along the lines of a button instead of further runeforging "or should I just get them some good solid casings so if I carry them around they wouldn't accidentally break and force me to sink in?" That was a big decision to make, just like the fact he got the job.
Wait, what job?