QUOTE(BobV @ Aug 14 2005, 09:31 PM)
Anthanes nodded. "Make yourself comfortable. This may take a little while."
The room was rather sparsely, practically decorated with a small one-person bed, a bookshelf that seemed to hold books on many different but mainly trivial topics, a rough wooden desk with matching chair and a few barrels of flin in the corner.
The battlemage sat down on his bed putting the spear on his lap and the soul gem next to it. Drawing from the essence of the golden saint and his innate magicka, he whispered to the spear, weaving spells into the weapon.
"v'laash sharmatzkam, acrius eglath. v'laash erenus solenum, tarich nekhovall. v'laash, aradaeum nobeya. v'laash rethano fondiguman."
The battlemage wove a cast-on-strike Dispel Magic, Frost Damage, and Silence into the weapon, and out of his own movements a constantly effective Reflect.
The essence of the Golden Saint left the gem and entered the weapon, causing it to glow with golden energy.
Anara watched in fascination. "Amazing..." she breathed.
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Ryle sat down at one of the tables away from the rest of the patrons and motioned for the orc to join him.
Grenzob joined Ryle, running a hand through his greasy black hair. "Yes?"