Veeran sighed. Another long day coming to a close.
He had worked as an enchanter for nigh on forty years now, and while the work wasn't usually difficult, it could be tedious and sometimes even dangerous.
Nothing was ever certain when working with souls.
Veeran scoffed. To think, some people considered it black magic! Yes, in a sense it was necromancy, but truly it was the only way to enchant an item. Besides, it wasn't as if they used human souls. That... would be frowned upon. No, instead, Veeran, and all other enchanters like him, used the souls of animals and creatures. He had made an agreement with several local farmers, where he could siphon the soul while the animal was slaughtered in exchange for some coin. Really, it was just using every available asset of the animal, much like a butcher would.
But enchanting was much more than that, wasn't it?
It required expertise, experience, intellect, and knowledge to become a skilled enchanter. That's why there were currently only three professional enchanters in all of Thanadan, despite being one of the largest cities on the continent. Of course, there were probably more, you never knew what went under the table or what the underworld had to offer, unless...
Veeran shook his head. Enough of that. He had to focus. He was finishing up an enchantment, a simple one really, to make a set of armor gleam without polish. It was a job for an old acquaintance, someone who was past his prime and wanted something to remember his glory days by. But considering the nature of the job, it was a tad frustrating. He'd had to use multiple souls for this, albeit small ones, because the armor couldn't be shipped in one large piece. If it were, he could just use one large soul, say a cow's, and be done with the matter. But because the armor would be disassembled, he had to individually enchant each piece to make sure it stuck. That took time and patience, both for the enchantments itself and the wait for hunters to capture enough appropriate animals for the job.
One last touch, a whispered incantation, and the last piece, the helmet, was finished. It practically glowed in the afternoon sun, in contrast to the now empty focusing gem he had used to power the enchantment. Tomorrow he would have it delivered. For now, it was time to enjoy some light reading before night fell. Perhaps some theoretical arithmetic arrays on the usage of souls, to soothe him?
Veeran chuckled lightly at his private little joke. No more work for him, not tonight! He was going to settle down and read something fun, like that story that had come out about a dragon and a vampire falling in love. Of course, that brought up the possibility, could it happen? Now Veeran was intrigued, where had he set down that book...?
He had worked as an enchanter for nigh on forty years now, and while the work wasn't usually difficult, it could be tedious and sometimes even dangerous.
Nothing was ever certain when working with souls.
Veeran scoffed. To think, some people considered it black magic! Yes, in a sense it was necromancy, but truly it was the only way to enchant an item. Besides, it wasn't as if they used human souls. That... would be frowned upon. No, instead, Veeran, and all other enchanters like him, used the souls of animals and creatures. He had made an agreement with several local farmers, where he could siphon the soul while the animal was slaughtered in exchange for some coin. Really, it was just using every available asset of the animal, much like a butcher would.
But enchanting was much more than that, wasn't it?
It required expertise, experience, intellect, and knowledge to become a skilled enchanter. That's why there were currently only three professional enchanters in all of Thanadan, despite being one of the largest cities on the continent. Of course, there were probably more, you never knew what went under the table or what the underworld had to offer, unless...
Veeran shook his head. Enough of that. He had to focus. He was finishing up an enchantment, a simple one really, to make a set of armor gleam without polish. It was a job for an old acquaintance, someone who was past his prime and wanted something to remember his glory days by. But considering the nature of the job, it was a tad frustrating. He'd had to use multiple souls for this, albeit small ones, because the armor couldn't be shipped in one large piece. If it were, he could just use one large soul, say a cow's, and be done with the matter. But because the armor would be disassembled, he had to individually enchant each piece to make sure it stuck. That took time and patience, both for the enchantments itself and the wait for hunters to capture enough appropriate animals for the job.
One last touch, a whispered incantation, and the last piece, the helmet, was finished. It practically glowed in the afternoon sun, in contrast to the now empty focusing gem he had used to power the enchantment. Tomorrow he would have it delivered. For now, it was time to enjoy some light reading before night fell. Perhaps some theoretical arithmetic arrays on the usage of souls, to soothe him?
Veeran chuckled lightly at his private little joke. No more work for him, not tonight! He was going to settle down and read something fun, like that story that had come out about a dragon and a vampire falling in love. Of course, that brought up the possibility, could it happen? Now Veeran was intrigued, where had he set down that book...?
