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Alaira Taenn
Alaira Grimaced behind her mask, raising her hammer above her head once more as she brought it down on the spearhead beneath her. She had been working constantly the past several days, ever since learning a rather valuable piece of information her first day back in class...

She had learned that different metals react to her Electromancy differently, and that some metals carried a charge much, much better. Metals like... gold. She tried passing energy through a small chunk of iron, as well as a gold coin, and felt that it was... easier to push the charge through. So, she had concocted a plan... 

Her thought was interrupted when a messenger came to tell her to cool the forge by noon; None of the large forges would be running during the ceremony today. She casually tossed a knife blade that an earlier student had made, the unfinished weapon burying itself into the woodwork of the door-frame. "I'm almost done! Fuck off while I work!" She shouted, the messenger scurrying away. She did not like being interrupted while she worked... She still needed the forge, but only for a bit longer; most of the remaining work did not require its heat. 

She had spent the whole time since her return reforging her lance, and she would have it done today. She had hollowed the inside of the spearhead very slightly: a threaded hole for a rod of gold that had yet to be casted. She began to remove the crucible she had filled with most of her gold coins. She didn't need much, the rod would only be a quarter of an inch thick. She didn't really have access to gold bars, however. Her currency would have to do. She poured the molten gold into the cast, sitting beside it in exhaustion as she removed her mask. Her face was darkened around where the mask had been from the smokes and ashes. She wiped her brow, waiting... 

After a while, she cracked open the mold, and using a pair of tongs she retrieved the rod, cooling it in water as she thought of her next step. Now, to work on the rod... It took her a short while to form the threading on the rod, with one interruption from an uppity messenger. One knife later she bought herself a little longer... She screwed the rod into the head of the spear, a metal tube would act to reinforce the spear, seeing as how the core was a soft metal normally unused in the production of weaponry. She grinned, sliding her mask back on as she fit the tube over the gold rod. There was a small amount of space between the tube, but Alaira had an answer. She grabbed another crucible, full of molten tree resin. She poured it inside the gap, filling the space between gold and steel. The resin was actually resistant to electricity, and would ensure the charge was sent to the head of the spear, rather than bleeding out through the protective tube. She smirked. And they said she never paid attention in class...

A short while later, the resin was cooled and she was ready for the next step. She screwed on another assembly as she grabbed a thin stick of iron wire, bending it around where the tube met this next piece. Using her electromancy, she made an arc of small, sustained energy and used it to fuse the metals together, with the small piece providing the actual weld. The next piece was odd... a casing with a little door that bore five small holes, roughly the diameter of what the haft would be. Inside was five separate segments, each having room for one of the 'batteries' that Tyrael had given her (she had been given six, but one of them had been ruined by her prior 'overcharge' during the mission). This was probably the best spot to store the things, and would potentially allow her to use her weapon for truly mighty attacks. She began to slot the batteries, each oriented a specific way (she'd learn that if she wasn't careful about that... It was best not to do that. It was a wonder the batteries survived). 

After another hour of labor, she had finally fitted the wooden parts of the weapon to the haft. She had spent a fair bit of time decorating the solid oak segments, each one blackened on the outside, With channels shaped like lightning bolts engraved throughout. Pewter was then poured into the channels, then polished. Then, the haft segments were varnished and protected with yet more resin. When everything was assembled, she removed her mask, and smiled warmly as she regarded the weapon in her hands. She gave the weapon a twirl as she thrust it at nothing, smiling as the blade crackled with energy, yet nothing else did... She was beyond ecstatic, she held what was likely the most advanced non-runic weapon in the entire college, and she had designed it with her own observations, and forged it with her own two hands. The fact that it had been created from parts of her old faithful steel spear endeared the craft to her even more...

A short while later, the messengers returned with armed guards, only to find the room cold and empty. They sighed, at least she'd kept her word. She sat on a bench in the garden, relaxing as she watched the Herbamancers flit about the place, growing apparently pretty flowers here and there in preparation. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes. Her spear was propped up against the wall beside her. While she wasn't holding onto it, make no mistake; thieves would be caught VERY quickly.
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