Chapter 304: Dimensional Storage, Recovery Artifact
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Chapter 304: Dimensional Storage, Recovery Artifact
Tala left the Constructionist Guildhall having concluded her business for the day with Master Simon.
While there was a lot swirling around in her head, she was rather curious about the last item that Master Simon had brought up.
A dimensional storage, recovery artifact.
In essence, if she died it would rocket the pouch to the closest human city.
Well, thats just one of the more basic versions.
Most options wouldnt take magical resonance into account, and thus, they would likely cause all sorts of frustrations for the city defenders for at least a few days, but it would get the dimensional storage to somewhere safe.
Assuming it is in Zeme when it activates
Some had countermeasures if the storage was underground when the spell-forms activated. Others could account for massive volumes of water in the way.
In the end, the more situations theyd work in, the more expensive, at least generally.
These recovery items were usually paired with a magical tinter, much like her through-spike, which would draw power from the environmentor the city grid once it arrivedto power the dimensional storage for long enough to retrieve what was inside.
These mimicries were never perfect, so it would slowly break down anything it was used on, but the damage wasnt permanent, if the Mage it was magic-bound to returned within a reasonable timeframe.
But if Im dead, Ill never return.
-And if youre dead it wont be your problem.-
Thats fair.
-Also, Im fairly certain that Kit could adapt to a slightly off magical signature.-
Yeah maybe? Kit is almost as much creature as item in how she works and how responsive she is.
-Isnt that the truth.-
As to the recovery items, apparently the combination of transportation and magical tinting was often used when a Mage was hired to gather something of particular importance. The magics would ensure that the retrieved item would make it back to humanity, whether the commissioned Mage did or not.
Its a bit morbid, planning for my own death.
-Yes, but it makes sense not to take that nice family down with you if you make a foolish choice.-
Or if something goes wrong.
-Which do you think more likely?-
Hush you.
-So, to keep the family safe, beyond question?-
Yeah She would consider it. There were also an almost infinite variety of options for the implementation.
Many were even teleport functions, which were more expensive, and they generally had other problems. Which explains why I thought it simply couldnt be done.
-Well, its highly inadvisable, but still probably worth asking.-
Sure. Ill do that in a bit.
The most common drawback was that nothing mundane, and nothing alive, would endure the teleport. On the plus side, such a method wouldnt bring a tide of beasts in its wake.
Well, if Im dead, thats not my problem either?
Alat snorted. -I mean, you arent wrong, but it still seems a bit inconsiderate.-
Tala grunted. Theyll have all my stuff to pay for any damages caused.
-True you dont want anything to go to your siblings?-
I mean maybe? I hadnt really considered it.
-Most Magesand almost all Archonsset up a will, you know.-
Of course I know I
Her magic, near her gate, vibrated with an inquisitive squawk.
Tala grimaced. Oh, thats going to take some getting used to.
She opened Kit, and Terry flickered out to her shoulder.
As he perched there, he fluffed his feathers up proudly.
Yes, you are very clever.
He bopped the top of her head.
Oh! I wasnt being sarcastic.
He trilled irritatedly.
Fine, I was being a little bit sarcastic, but you are quite clever.
He shimmied down into place and huffed contentedly.
Im glad that you can ask to come out.
Terry chirped happily, and they continued on their way, together.
The next two days passed quickly, and Tala found herself back at the Constructionist Guild for two purposes.
First, Master Simon was putting the last of his work things into Kit, and it was simply easier for her to come to him.
Second, her sheath was to be finished by this point.
Master Simon met her in the entry hall and led her back to his workroom. There was very little left in the space, save the furniture which seemed to belong to the guild.
One thing was new, however. It was clearly out of place, and it positively radiated unattuned power.
The odd net of precious metals rested to one side on the main worktable, beside a simple, mundane, wooden box.
Whats that? She pointed directly at the small net.
That is available to you, if you desire it. Master Simon didnt even glance at it, indicating that hed expected the question.
What kind of prepared answer is that?
Without waiting longer, Master Simon stepped into Kit, joining his family.
The door shrunk, and Tala placed the pouch on her belt.
That left her alone in an emptied research workshop.
It was odd to feel the haunting quality of a room that was intended to be filled with activity, now empty.
There were a few odds and ends that Master Simon had collected into a box on one of the tables, along with the box containing the recovery net.
Not now. He left it here, so it must be safe enough in this room. Either way, its not my responsibility.
-Sure, sure. I do agree with you. Its a good idea to take it.-
Yeah. Even so, I want to ruminate for a bit. I want to make sure Im not rushing into anything.
-who are you?-
Hush, you. Thats not very nice.
-Alright, alright. I suppose Im glad that youre taking a careful approach.-
Tala scanned the room one last time with her eyes.
There wasnt dust or debris; it had obviously been well taken care of, and even if she hadnt helped with the final move-out, it was obvious that the current state was recent.
The atmosphere of the place was just odd.
And, lets go!
A few minutes later, she knocked on the door to Mistress Airims workshop, and the woman called from within, Come in!
Tala opened the door and stepped inside. Hello, Mistress Airim. I trust that the day is treating you well?
The woman didnt turn around as she let out a huff. You trust Ive finished your sheath, you mean.
Tala felt a smile pull at the side of her mouth. That too, yes.
Well, I both finished your sheath, and Ive been having a good day, thank you. She waved her hand. Its there.
Tala looked around and easily saw one table cleared of the otherwise-pervasive clutter, set up just inside the door to the left.
It was barely inside the workshop, so she shouldnt expose herself to any deeper scans than shed been subject to last time she visited Mistress Airim
In the center of the mostly empty table lay a sheath of truly massive proportions. How did I miss seeing that when I came in? What is this?
A sheath. Is that not why you are here?
Tala walked over and looked more closely at the sheath-like-object that was as long as she was tall and half as wide as the table. It was a construction that looked more woven than forged, and it was a purposely uneven weave of numerous precious metals, interlaced to make the artifacts spellform. Whats with the sizing?
Mistress Airim still didnt turn away from whatever she was working on. Its a perfectly normal size.
Tala drew Flow, pushing it into its sword form and holding it up. Then what is this? A sword for ants? My weapon would have to be at least three times bigger than this in order to not just fall inside like its a box.
Finally, the constructionist turned around, her eyes taking in the sheath on the table. What are you talking aGah! She looked genuinely startled. Well, that is bigger than it was a bit ago, or than is standard.
Is it this odd size because its a morphic sheath?
Well, yes. They change all over the place until bound to a weapon, but that is that is a bit unusually big. Quite a bit outside the standard, but I suppose not actually outside of possibility. She shrugged.
Even as they were talking, the sheath began to shrink, but somehow lengthened as well. Now, it looked like it was sized for a normal width sword, but one that was extended to be a full seventy-three inches long and slightly curved.
Tala gestured at the sheath.
Why do you need this extreme range of shapes? See? Who could even wield a weapon like that?
I dont know, some long-haired, pretentious moron who thinks himself worthy of judging others? But morphic is morphic. The only limit is power.
Thats a highly specific example?
Thats the fun of making things up when you dont know what youre talking about. You can be ridiculously specific and no one can gainsay you.
Sure.
In any case, sheathe your weapon, and it will bond. That will fix its size and shape to your weapon.
Tala shrugged, pushing Flow into the ill-fitting sheath. There was a magical pulse, and the intricate interweave of metals began to flow and rippled throughout the sheath along with waves of power.
The metal pulled inward, contracting the massive construction as it tightened to perfectly fit Flows sword form.
Tala felt a momentary surge of magical need from the weapon as it fed the sheath, and she didnt interfere with the draw.
The increased pull calmed down shortly after.
Flow now had a perfectly fitted sheath that was incredibly thin, looking more like metallic paint on the blade than a sheath.
Of course, Flow didnt have a blade in its sword form, but the wire in the shape of a blade was now completely hidden. The sheath also extended around the crossguard, locking itself in place.
Tala somehow knew that it would only take a thought to release that, but she didnt need to remove the sheath at the moment.
She moved Flow through its other shapes, and the sheath altered seamlessly to match, only requiring a whisper of power to modify its shape.
May I test the defusing properties?
Of course. Target that empty table, please.
Tala nodded, pushing Flow back into sword-shape. With a practiced motion, Tala brought Flow down on the tabletop with incredible power.
An explosion of force radiated outward from the impact, and the tiles on which the table rested cracked, releasing puffs of dust and magic.
Tough table.
-Magically reinforced.-
Clearly.
She watched the tiles repair themselves, lifting the table a bit as they reshaped.
And a self-repairing floor?
-She knows what shes about, it seems.-
Well, Mistress Tala? Are you satisfied? The constructionist had a self-satisfied smiled, completely confident in her product.
With a shrug, Tala hung the new sheath from her belt, tucking the old one into Kit. It looks good, thank you.
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Chapter 304: Dimensional Storage, Recovery Artifact
Tala left the Constructionist Guildhall having concluded her business for the day with Master Simon.
While there was a lot swirling around in her head, she was rather curious about the last item that Master Simon had brought up.
A dimensional storage, recovery artifact.
In essence, if she died it would rocket the pouch to the closest human city.
Well, thats just one of the more basic versions.
Most options wouldnt take magical resonance into account, and thus, they would likely cause all sorts of frustrations for the city defenders for at least a few days, but it would get the dimensional storage to somewhere safe.
Assuming it is in Zeme when it activates
Some had countermeasures if the storage was underground when the spell-forms activated. Others could account for massive volumes of water in the way.
In the end, the more situations theyd work in, the more expensive, at least generally.
These recovery items were usually paired with a magical tinter, much like her through-spike, which would draw power from the environmentor the city grid once it arrivedto power the dimensional storage for long enough to retrieve what was inside.
These mimicries were never perfect, so it would slowly break down anything it was used on, but the damage wasnt permanent, if the Mage it was magic-bound to returned within a reasonable timeframe.
But if Im dead, Ill never return.
-And if youre dead it wont be your problem.-
Thats fair.
-Also, Im fairly certain that Kit could adapt to a slightly off magical signature.-
Yeah maybe? Kit is almost as much creature as item in how she works and how responsive she is.
-Isnt that the truth.-
As to the recovery items, apparently the combination of transportation and magical tinting was often used when a Mage was hired to gather something of particular importance. The magics would ensure that the retrieved item would make it back to humanity, whether the commissioned Mage did or not.
Its a bit morbid, planning for my own death.
-Yes, but it makes sense not to take that nice family down with you if you make a foolish choice.-
Or if something goes wrong.
-Which do you think more likely?-
Hush you.
-So, to keep the family safe, beyond question?-
Yeah She would consider it. There were also an almost infinite variety of options for the implementation.
Many were even teleport functions, which were more expensive, and they generally had other problems. Which explains why I thought it simply couldnt be done.
-Well, its highly inadvisable, but still probably worth asking.-
Sure. Ill do that in a bit.
The most common drawback was that nothing mundane, and nothing alive, would endure the teleport. On the plus side, such a method wouldnt bring a tide of beasts in its wake.
Well, if Im dead, thats not my problem either?
Alat snorted. -I mean, you arent wrong, but it still seems a bit inconsiderate.-
Tala grunted. Theyll have all my stuff to pay for any damages caused.
-True you dont want anything to go to your siblings?-
I mean maybe? I hadnt really considered it.
-Most Magesand almost all Archonsset up a will, you know.-
Of course I know I
Her magic, near her gate, vibrated with an inquisitive squawk.
Tala grimaced. Oh, thats going to take some getting used to.
She opened Kit, and Terry flickered out to her shoulder.
As he perched there, he fluffed his feathers up proudly.
Yes, you are very clever.
He bopped the top of her head.
Oh! I wasnt being sarcastic.
He trilled irritatedly.
Fine, I was being a little bit sarcastic, but you are quite clever.
He shimmied down into place and huffed contentedly.
Im glad that you can ask to come out.
Terry chirped happily, and they continued on their way, together.
The next two days passed quickly, and Tala found herself back at the Constructionist Guild for two purposes.
First, Master Simon was putting the last of his work things into Kit, and it was simply easier for her to come to him.
Second, her sheath was to be finished by this point.
Master Simon met her in the entry hall and led her back to his workroom. There was very little left in the space, save the furniture which seemed to belong to the guild.
One thing was new, however. It was clearly out of place, and it positively radiated unattuned power.
The odd net of precious metals rested to one side on the main worktable, beside a simple, mundane, wooden box.
Whats that? She pointed directly at the small net.
That is available to you, if you desire it. Master Simon didnt even glance at it, indicating that hed expected the question.
What kind of prepared answer is that?
Without waiting longer, Master Simon stepped into Kit, joining his family.
The door shrunk, and Tala placed the pouch on her belt.
That left her alone in an emptied research workshop.
It was odd to feel the haunting quality of a room that was intended to be filled with activity, now empty.
There were a few odds and ends that Master Simon had collected into a box on one of the tables, along with the box containing the recovery net.
Not now. He left it here, so it must be safe enough in this room. Either way, its not my responsibility.
-Sure, sure. I do agree with you. Its a good idea to take it.-
Yeah. Even so, I want to ruminate for a bit. I want to make sure Im not rushing into anything.
-who are you?-
Hush, you. Thats not very nice.
-Alright, alright. I suppose Im glad that youre taking a careful approach.-
Tala scanned the room one last time with her eyes.
There wasnt dust or debris; it had obviously been well taken care of, and even if she hadnt helped with the final move-out, it was obvious that the current state was recent.
The atmosphere of the place was just odd.
And, lets go!
A few minutes later, she knocked on the door to Mistress Airims workshop, and the woman called from within, Come in!
Tala opened the door and stepped inside. Hello, Mistress Airim. I trust that the day is treating you well?
The woman didnt turn around as she let out a huff. You trust Ive finished your sheath, you mean.
Tala felt a smile pull at the side of her mouth. That too, yes.
Well, I both finished your sheath, and Ive been having a good day, thank you. She waved her hand. Its there.
Tala looked around and easily saw one table cleared of the otherwise-pervasive clutter, set up just inside the door to the left.
It was barely inside the workshop, so she shouldnt expose herself to any deeper scans than shed been subject to last time she visited Mistress Airim
In the center of the mostly empty table lay a sheath of truly massive proportions. How did I miss seeing that when I came in? What is this?
A sheath. Is that not why you are here?
Tala walked over and looked more closely at the sheath-like-object that was as long as she was tall and half as wide as the table. It was a construction that looked more woven than forged, and it was a purposely uneven weave of numerous precious metals, interlaced to make the artifacts spellform. Whats with the sizing?
Mistress Airim still didnt turn away from whatever she was working on. Its a perfectly normal size.
Tala drew Flow, pushing it into its sword form and holding it up. Then what is this? A sword for ants? My weapon would have to be at least three times bigger than this in order to not just fall inside like its a box.
Finally, the constructionist turned around, her eyes taking in the sheath on the table. What are you talking aGah! She looked genuinely startled. Well, that is bigger than it was a bit ago, or than is standard.
Is it this odd size because its a morphic sheath?
Well, yes. They change all over the place until bound to a weapon, but that is that is a bit unusually big. Quite a bit outside the standard, but I suppose not actually outside of possibility. She shrugged.
Even as they were talking, the sheath began to shrink, but somehow lengthened as well. Now, it looked like it was sized for a normal width sword, but one that was extended to be a full seventy-three inches long and slightly curved.
Tala gestured at the sheath.
Why do you need this extreme range of shapes? See? Who could even wield a weapon like that?
I dont know, some long-haired, pretentious moron who thinks himself worthy of judging others? But morphic is morphic. The only limit is power.
Thats a highly specific example?
Thats the fun of making things up when you dont know what youre talking about. You can be ridiculously specific and no one can gainsay you.
Sure.
In any case, sheathe your weapon, and it will bond. That will fix its size and shape to your weapon.
Tala shrugged, pushing Flow into the ill-fitting sheath. There was a magical pulse, and the intricate interweave of metals began to flow and rippled throughout the sheath along with waves of power.
The metal pulled inward, contracting the massive construction as it tightened to perfectly fit Flows sword form.
Tala felt a momentary surge of magical need from the weapon as it fed the sheath, and she didnt interfere with the draw.
The increased pull calmed down shortly after.
Flow now had a perfectly fitted sheath that was incredibly thin, looking more like metallic paint on the blade than a sheath.
Of course, Flow didnt have a blade in its sword form, but the wire in the shape of a blade was now completely hidden. The sheath also extended around the crossguard, locking itself in place.
Tala somehow knew that it would only take a thought to release that, but she didnt need to remove the sheath at the moment.
She moved Flow through its other shapes, and the sheath altered seamlessly to match, only requiring a whisper of power to modify its shape.
May I test the defusing properties?
Of course. Target that empty table, please.
Tala nodded, pushing Flow back into sword-shape. With a practiced motion, Tala brought Flow down on the tabletop with incredible power.
An explosion of force radiated outward from the impact, and the tiles on which the table rested cracked, releasing puffs of dust and magic.
Tough table.
-Magically reinforced.-
Clearly.
She watched the tiles repair themselves, lifting the table a bit as they reshaped.
And a self-repairing floor?
-She knows what shes about, it seems.-
Well, Mistress Tala? Are you satisfied? The constructionist had a self-satisfied smiled, completely confident in her product.
With a shrug, Tala hung the new sheath from her belt, tucking the old one into Kit. It looks good, thank you.
Chapter 304: Dimensional Storage, Recovery ArtifactTala left the Constructionist Guildhall having concluded her business for the day with Master Simon.While there was a lot swirling around in her head, she was rather curious about the last item that Master Simon had brought up.A dimensional storage, recovery artifact.In essence, if she died it would rocket the pouch to the closest human city.Well, thats just one of the more basic versions.Most options wouldnt take magical resonance into account, and thus, they would likely cause all sorts of frustrations for the city defenders for at least a few days, but it would get the dimensional storage to somewhere safe.Assuming it is in Zeme when it activatesSome had countermeasures if the storage was underground when the spell-forms activated. Others could account for massive volumes of water in the way.In the end, the more situations theyd work in, the more expensive, at least generally.These recovery items were usually paired with a magical tinter, much like her through-spike, which would draw power from the environmentor the city grid once it arrivedto power the dimensional storage for long enough to retrieve what was inside.These mimicries were never perfect, so it would slowly break down anything it was used on, but the damage wasnt permanent, if the Mage it was magic-bound to returned within a reasonable timeframe.But if Im dead, Ill never return.-And if youre dead it wont be your problem.-Thats fair.-Also, Im fairly certain that Kit could adapt to a slightly off magical signature.-Yeah maybe? Kit is almost as much creature as item in how she works and how responsive she is.-Isnt that the truth.-As to the recovery items, apparently the combination of transportation and magical tinting was often used when a Mage was hired to gather something of particular importance. The magics would ensure that the retrieved item would make it back to humanity, whether the commissioned Mage did or not.Its a bit morbid, planning for my own death.-Yes, but it makes sense not to take that nice family down with you if you make a foolish choice.-Or if something goes wrong.-Which do you think more likely?-Hush you.-So, to keep the family safe, beyond question?-Yeah She would consider it. There were also an almost infinite variety of options for the implementation.Many were even teleport functions, which were more expensive, and they generally had other problems. Which explains why I thought it simply couldnt be done.-Well, its highly inadvisable, but still probably worth asking.-Sure. Ill do that in a bit.The most common drawback was that nothing mundane, and nothing alive, would endure the teleport. On the plus side, such a method wouldnt bring a tide of beasts in its wake.Well, if Im dead, thats not my problem either?Alat snorted. -I mean, you arent wrong, but it still seems a bit inconsiderate.-Tala grunted. Theyll have all my stuff to pay for any damages caused.-True you dont want anything to go to your siblings?-I mean maybe? I hadnt really considered it.-Most Magesand almost all Archonsset up a will, you know.-Of course I know IHer magic, near her gate, vibrated with an inquisitive squawk.Tala grimaced. Oh, thats going to take some getting used to.She opened Kit, and Terry flickered out to her shoulder.As he perched there, he fluffed his feathers up proudly.Yes, you are very clever.He bopped the top of her head.Oh! I wasnt being sarcastic.He trilled irritatedly.Fine, I was being a little bit sarcastic, but you are quite clever.He shimmied down into place and huffed contentedly.Im glad that you can ask to come out.Terry chirped happily, and they continued on their way, together.The next two days passed quickly, and Tala found herself back at the Constructionist Guild for two purposes.First, Master Simon was putting the last of his work things into Kit, and it was simply easier for her to come to him.Second, her sheath was to be finished by this point.Master Simon met her in the entry hall and led her back to his workroom. There was very little left in the space, save the furniture which seemed to belong to the guild.One thing was new, however. It was clearly out of place, and it positively radiated unattuned power.The odd net of precious metals rested to one side on the main worktable, beside a simple, mundane, wooden box.Whats that? She pointed directly at the small net.That is available to you, if you desire it. Master Simon didnt even glance at it, indicating that hed expected the question.What kind of prepared answer is that?Without waiting longer, Master Simon stepped into Kit, joining his family.The door shrunk, and Tala placed the pouch on her belt.That left her alone in an emptied research workshop.It was odd to feel the haunting quality of a room that was intended to be filled with activity, now empty.There were a few odds and ends that Master Simon had collected into a box on one of the tables, along with the box containing the recovery net.Not now. He left it here, so it must be safe enough in this room. Either way, its not my responsibility.-Sure, sure. I do agree with you. Its a good idea to take it.-Yeah. Even so, I want to ruminate for a bit. I want to make sure Im not rushing into anything.-who are you?-Hush, you. Thats not very nice.-Alright, alright. I suppose Im glad that youre taking a careful approach.-Tala scanned the room one last time with her eyes.There wasnt dust or debris; it had obviously been well taken care of, and even if she hadnt helped with the final move-out, it was obvious that the current state was recent.The atmosphere of the place was just odd.And, lets go!A few minutes later, she knocked on the door to Mistress Airims workshop, and the woman called from within, Come in!Tala opened the door and stepped inside. Hello, Mistress Airim. I trust that the day is treating you well?The woman didnt turn around as she let out a huff. You trust Ive finished your sheath, you mean.Tala felt a smile pull at the side of her mouth. That too, yes.Well, I both finished your sheath, and Ive been having a good day, thank you. She waved her hand. Its there.Tala looked around and easily saw one table cleared of the otherwise-pervasive clutter, set up just inside the door to the left.It was barely inside the workshop, so she shouldnt expose herself to any deeper scans than shed been subject to last time she visited Mistress AirimIn the center of the mostly empty table lay a sheath of truly massive proportions. How did I miss seeing that when I came in? What is this?A sheath. Is that not why you are here?Tala walked over and looked more closely at the sheath-like-object that was as long as she was tall and half as wide as the table. It was a construction that looked more woven than forged, and it was a purposely uneven weave of numerous precious metals, interlaced to make the artifacts spellform. Whats with the sizing?Mistress Airim still didnt turn away from whatever she was working on. Its a perfectly normal size.Tala drew Flow, pushing it into its sword form and holding it up. Then what is this? A sword for ants? My weapon would have to be at least three times bigger than this in order to not just fall inside like its a box.Finally, the constructionist turned around, her eyes taking in the sheath on the table. What are you talking aGah! She looked genuinely startled. Well, that is bigger than it was a bit ago, or than is standard.Is it this odd size because its a morphic sheath?Well, yes. They change all over the place until bound to a weapon, but that is that is a bit unusually big. Quite a bit outside the standard, but I suppose not actually outside of possibility. She shrugged.Even as they were talking, the sheath began to shrink, but somehow lengthened as well. Now, it looked like it was sized for a normal width sword, but one that was extended to be a full seventy-three inches long and slightly curved.Tala gestured at the sheath.Why do you need this extreme range of shapes? See? Who could even wield a weapon like that?I dont know, some long-haired, pretentious moron who thinks himself worthy of judging others? But morphic is morphic. The only limit is power.Thats a highly specific example?Thats the fun of making things up when you dont know what youre talking about. You can be ridiculously specific and no one can gainsay you.Sure.In any case, sheathe your weapon, and it will bond. That will fix its size and shape to your weapon.Tala shrugged, pushing Flow into the ill-fitting sheath. There was a magical pulse, and the intricate interweave of metals began to flow and rippled throughout the sheath along with waves of power.The metal pulled inward, contracting the massive construction as it tightened to perfectly fit Flows sword form.Tala felt a momentary surge of magical need from the weapon as it fed the sheath, and she didnt interfere with the draw.The increased pull calmed down shortly after.Flow now had a perfectly fitted sheath that was incredibly thin, looking more like metallic paint on the blade than a sheath.Of course, Flow didnt have a blade in its sword form, but the wire in the shape of a blade was now completely hidden. The sheath also extended around the crossguard, locking itself in place.Tala somehow knew that it would only take a thought to release that, but she didnt need to remove the sheath at the moment.She moved Flow through its other shapes, and the sheath altered seamlessly to match, only requiring a whisper of power to modify its shape.May I test the defusing properties?Of course. Target that empty table, please.Tala nodded, pushing Flow back into sword-shape. With a practiced motion, Tala brought Flow down on the tabletop with incredible power.An explosion of force radiated outward from the impact, and the tiles on which the table rested cracked, releasing puffs of dust and magic.Tough table.-Magically reinforced.-Clearly.She watched the tiles repair themselves, lifting the table a bit as they reshaped.And a self-repairing floor?-She knows what shes about, it seems.-Well, Mistress Tala? Are you satisfied? The constructionist had a self-satisfied smiled, completely confident in her product.With a shrug, Tala hung the new sheath from her belt, tucking the old one into Kit. It looks good, thank you.
