Silas Blackwood approached the Grand Athenaeum, carrying the water damaged books he'd borrowed last night in his arms. He felt apprehensive about informing Balthazar of their condition, but he had to do it eventually so he might as well do it now.
[New Quest: Return damaged books in sha]
As Silas entered the library, he found Balthazar hunched over his desk with his nose buried in an ancient manuscript. The librarian's mismatched eyes, one erald green and the other ghostly blue, flicked up to et Silas's gaze.
"Ah, young Silas. What brings you to my domain today?" Balthazar asked.
"I need to return these, sir. They've been damaged. I'm sorry," Silas said.
He placed the books on the desk, internally wincing as the librarian's brow furrowed. For a mont, Silas thought he might have seen a flash of anger in his eyes.
"My dear boy. Do you have any idea how valuable these tos are? The knowledge contained within them? The history they hold?" Balthazar questioned.
"I'm sorry, sir. It was an accident. I never ant for things to turn out this way," Silas replied.
Balthazar sighed, picked up one of the damaged books and ran his long, slender fingers over the cover. Then, to Silas's surprise, he smiled.
"Fortunately for you, Silas, I am no ordinary librarian," Balthazar said with a wink. "Observe."
With a flourish of his hand, Balthazar muttered, "restaurare," under his breath. A soft, blue light emanated from his palm, enveloping the damaged books. Silas watched as the water stains faded, the warped pages straightened and smoothed out before his eyes.
After a few monts, the books were restored to their forr condition. They looked like they had never been dunked in water at all. Balthazar smiled and handed the tos back to Silas, who stood their stunned.
"Magic, my boy. It has uses beyond the battlefield. Never underestimate the power of a well-executed restoration spell."
"Thank you sir. I promise to be more careful next ti," Silas said.
[Quest Completed: 5 Exp (55/80)]
"Might I ask what brought them to be in that condition?" Balthazar asked.
"It's a long story. I was ambushed by so second year students who had a grudge against . They knocked out and threw into the lake, along with the books," Silas explained.
"My word, that's quite an ordeal. I trust you're all right now?" Balthazar asked.
"Thanks to Professor Ironforge. He fished out of the water and helped fight off the tigerfish."
"Tigerfish, you say? Nasty creatures, those. Their mana cores are quite potent, though. Did you manage to harvest any?" Balthazar said.
Silas reached into the pouch he had at his side and pulled out a handful of shimring blue cores. "A few. I haven't decided what to do with them."
Balthazar plucked one of the cores from Silas's palm, holding it up to the light. "Oh, the possibilities are endless, my boy. Tigerfish cores are highly sought after for their revitalizing properties. They can be used in enchantnts, weapons, armor, you na it."
"So can I use them to make better weapons and armor than the stuff they have in Combat and Magic I?" Silas asked.
"Significantly better, my boy," Balthazar replied. "I suggest you continue to look into those books on enchantnt, alchemy, and artifice. Although, you generally won't be making your own weapons and armor, unless you convince Rathgar to let you use his forge. It is still good to know what goes into the process and what kinds of results you can expect."
"Thanks, Professor. I'll make sure to read those books as soon as I can. Right now though, it might be a good idea for to visit Professor Ironforge," Silas said.
"Good idea. Next ti you are here, let introduce you to so of the other professors. They know a lot you can learn from that you won't learn in your regular classes," Balthazar said. "Oh, and call Balthazar."
"That sounds great, Balthazar. I look forward to eting them," Silas hurried on his way to the artifice chamber in the basent of the school.
As he approached the door, Silas could hear the clang of tal on tal and the hiss of steam. He knocked loudly, hoping to be heard over the cacophony of sounds emanating from within.
The door swung open, revealing Rathgar's imposing figure. The professor's face was smudged with soot, and his bald head glead with sweat. Despite his rough appearance, Rathgar's eyes lit up when he saw Silas.
"Blackwood!" he exclaid. "What brings you to my humble abode?"
Silas smiled, feeling a sense of ease in the professor's presence. "I wanted to thank you again for saving my life, Professor Ironforge. And I wanted to know if you could make weapons and armor with these."
He reached into his pocket and pulled out the tigerfish mana cores, holding them out for Rathgar to see. Rathgar's eyes sparked with recognition as he took in the sight of the glowing blue cores in Silas's hand.
"Well, I'll be damned. We sure managed to harvest quite a haul from those tigerfish," Rathgar said, picking up one of the cores and examining it closely. "These are so pri specins, too. High quality, potent. This is a rare find. All of these seem to be of high quality," Rathgar said as he looked at the mana cores one by one. "Usually you get one high quality core in a group, or none at all. You must have so crazy luck, lad."
Silas thought back to his luck stat, which was sitting at a healthy 28. "Yeah, you could say that," Silas laughed.
"We could make so seriously impressive gear with these," Rathgar said, astounded.
"That sounds incredible. What kind of things could we make?" Silas asked.
Rathgar rubbed his beard thoughtfully. "Quite a lot, lad. With this many cores, we could craft a full set of armor, a couple of weapons, maybe even so magitech accessories. Tigerfish cores are particularly useful for enhancing speed and agility.
"What's 'magitech'?" Silas asked.
"Why it's magical technology. It has only co out in the last several years. The grand council of mages relaxed their policies on the cultivation of technology when new research seemingly ca out of nowhere. All we know are their initials. E.W."
"The council says technology is acceptable if it is based in magic and magical people have the ability to use it. Long ago, mages couldn't use advanced technology, which was the cause of the ban."
"Now, magitech is booming. It has revolutionized artifice as we know it practically overnight."
The professor turned and gestured for Silas to follow him into the forge. The room was a marvel of magical engineering, with glowing furnaces, anvils, and racks upon racks of gleaming weapons and armor.
"Now, crafting gear like this is no simple task," Rathgar explained as he cleared a space on one of the workbenches. "It requires precision, skill, and a deep understanding of the materials you're working with. But you seem like a sharp lad with a strong body and work ethic. You could do well in the field of artifice.
"I'm eager to learn. Where do we start?" Silas asked.
"First things first, we need to extract the pure essence from these cores. It's a delicate process, but I'll guide you through it. Once we have the essence, we can start infusing it into the materials for your gear."
The professor handed Silas a pair of protective goggles, gloves, and an apron. "Suit up, Blackwood. We've got work to do."
[New Quest: Craft armor and weapons]
As Silas donned the safety equipnt, he rembered sothing. "Wait, Professor. I can extract essence."
"What do you an? It takes equipnt and ti to extract essence. You can't just do it by magic," Rathgar said.
"I can," Silas said.
"What?" Rathgar said, a look of profound shock and disbelief on his face.
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