Alchemy Equipment Oblivion Novels & Stories

The surface was smooth, like glass, and she could see her messy, exhausted reflection in it. “It’s used for protective spells,” he explained, sitting down next to her. “Made of obsidian, blessed by the Light Faes.” The mention of Light Faes no longer fazed her. If there were dark ones, it made sense there would be good ones too. “Roselia gave me that as a gift when I was younger,” Alaunus continued, his pale blue eyes fixed on the pyramid, his gaze distant. “I was her apprentice, you see. Everything I know about healing and enchantments, I learned from her. I looked up to her. Respected her.” His expression darkened, and under the web of lights, his hair seemed to take on a deeper shade of r

He had grown up without a mother and father—what had they done to him to make him so vicious and cold? Alana drew a slow, deliberate breath. Reaching into the leather pouch at her side, she drew seven silver-inlaid obsidian rune stones—ancient artifacts carved with the protective glyphs of the First Coven. Dropping smoothly to one knee upon the cracked marble floor, she arranged the stones in a precise geometric arc, aligning them with the unseen ley lines running beneath the pack house.

She reached into her satchel and pulled out several small, iridescent charms that shimmered with a faint, violet light. "So, I’ve crafted these talismans," she said, passing one to Elena. "They’re infused with mountain ash and a drop of purified spring water. The second an obsidian coin touches the wearer’s skin, the talisman triggers a cleansing pulse. It clears the negative charge instantly, neutralizing the coin’s dampening effect. It won't just keep them powered up—it’ll keep them from losing consciousness and being taken."

Tharion set to work, using his knowledge of alchemy and the arcane to forge the Bloodstone Amulet. The creation of the amulet was a complex and dangerous process. Tharion began by selecting a rare mineral known as Bloodstone, which was said to have the ability to store and amplify energy. The Bloodstone was a deep, blood-red crystal, veined with streaks of black that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. It was a mineral that was difficult to find and even harder to work with, but Tharion was determined to succeed.

Every ceremony needs an altar and Zlo lacked the imagination for anything else. The marble suddenly began to roil and bubble, viscous as blood. Its hidden treasures were revealed and the marble subsided, quiet and cold once more. On the altar lay the seedling sprouting from its small pocket of soil, the gold harmonicus, a familiar-looking switchblade and a still, four-legged form with splayed wings. “Fierce!” Ilyria cried out, unable to stop herself. She clamped her hand over her mouth as she tried to hold back the sobs that threatened to overwhelm her.

{Notice, a [Penalty] shall be given upon ignoring the [quest]} I started my preparation for the fight by collecting the weapons of the fallen goblins and preparing an escape plan when my eyes caught sight of something glowing inside the goblins open flesh, I used [Telekinesis] to draw it out of their bodies The pretty stone is like a crystal glistering in a dim green-ish light… the [Evil eyes of clairvoyance] can see the flow of mana… and it seems like the core of mana inside those is coming from this thing…

"The entire structure must've been made of slitherite. I can't get through." "So are we going to search blindly?" Vorpaltinger said. "Maybe I know something we can use." Everyone looked at Tirana and she rummaged her bag. She pulled out a bronze winged faberge egg, which Lars recognized from her workshop but didn't know what for. Tirana clicked something on it and the egg's wings flapped about. A mechanical eye was opened in its center, shining red. "If bare form of energies can't get through, maybe alchemical tools can," Tirana said.

Alchemy menu release. Alchemy menu show in front their face, every Nin Guild member starts the process Potion Maker after their mistress gives an explanation, each of them making ten thousand health Potion for Mortal stage 1. "Leader, the herb for next Potion in the future can't support anymore." Slave two worry after this production they don't have stock, he speaks with little sound.

He took Damian’s hand and pulled him up. "But you still leave your left side open," Damian noted, tapping Leo’s ribs. "I'm working on it," Leo smiled. THE ARMORY We geared up. The Sanctuary Guard wasn't a ragtag militia anymore. Thanks to Seraphina’s funding and Ironclaw’s logistics, they were a modern army. Matte black armor woven with carbon nanotubes and silver thread. Assault rifles modified to fire depleted uranium rounds (for armor piercing) and hollow points filled with wolfsbane (for rogues). But for the Hollow Men, we needed something else. "Bone," Silas said, walking into the armory with a crate. "If they are anti-magic, metal might conduct their Null field. We go primitive." He op

“Who are you?” “I am the price you left unpaid.” The altar cracked with a thunderous roar as the shadows around him condensed, forming armor made of obsidian magic. The runes flared blindingly, and something ancient began to stir beneath the chamber floor—a rumble like a beast chained in the earth itself. Kael and Dain finally broke through the barrier, just as the ground splintered open behind Elara. “Elara, move!” Kael shouted, grabbing her arm as the floor gave way.