[ OPEN ] the fate of the game is moving my way.

[nightwash]

WHO: Ronan Lynch & whoever
WHAT: A catch-all for the month!
WHERE: Castle Thorne
WHEN: Throughout February

Comments

[standvastig]

"Enchanted?" The question leaves Hendrik momentarily dumbstruck until he reminds himself he was just brought into this world, ripped from his own world, by mages. Why should enchantments for weapons be so surprising?

Still, he glances at Ronan with no small amount of thoughtfulness as he replies. "I cannot say the thought would have occurred to me to ask. That takes special skill."

And yet, the fact that Ronan asked meant it was probably something regularly offered. It makes him believe he will see enchanted weapons with some regularity.

[nightwash]

When it comes to Ronan, Hendrik will end up seeing rather a lot of enchanted things. Starting with Ronan himself. He looks amused by the surprise, satisfied by it, as if it's a charming reaction but also the correct one in his opinion. Magic is meant to be experienced with awe.

"I'm a very skilled person," he agrees.

[standvastig]

You know what? Up until now, Hendrik had presumed that the weapons were somehow coming from their hosts (despite Ronan's remark), but this most recent comment has him focusing in on what he must have been missing this entire time.

"You will do the enchantments yourself?" Such skill is definitely not commonplace in his own world; in fact, it was more common to find old treasures that were enchanted (or cursed) than it was find someone capable of long-term enchantment. "My knowledge of such enchantments is quite bare. Besides magicked doors and seals, stories mostly speak of glowing blades and magic-deflecting shields."

[nightwash]

"I'm doing all of it myself," Ronan clarifies. A statement delivered more like a shrug than a boast. He's perfectly aware his ability is a rare one, but it's in his nature. He was born with it. He doesn't need to brag about it any more than someone who was born with the ability to pick up a pencil and learned how to write with it.

"I don't have a lot of limits. What do you think would be cool and make you feel like a badass?"

[standvastig]

"Badass...?" He hadn't questioned the mention of 'smooth-brained' earlier, but this was another term that made it clear that Ronan did not hail from any place that Hendrik knew. With a shake of his head, he forces himself past that to instead focus on the heart of the question.

"I suppose a shield that would either deflect or absorb incoming magic would be best? That is what I recall being impressive in stories." Still, it is a wonder to think he is even describing this, as if ordering tools or horseshoes from a blacksmith. "This is a generous offer to make to someone you have just met. I do appreciate it."

[nightwash]

Ronan considers this for a moment. He doesn't like the idea of absorbing magic, having had quite a lot of terrible experiences with things that eat or nullify magic. That sounds like something that could easily slip into nightmare territory. But deflecting magic doesn't seem like it'll be an issue. He's pretty sure he could dream something like that without getting accidentally devoured.

"No problem," he says. "It's what I'm here for."