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There was of course someone in Etzos which had not escaped the notice of the Aukari deserter. Her uncanny ability to get caught up in the dangerous situations which F'mos himself would have loved to avoid was quite strange. This may of course prove she had some skill, the effective complement to the deserter's own good luck but he felt eventually, trouble will catch up to her. However as she had been present in those situations and no doubt had a hand in his continued survival, F'mos felt it would only be right that he assisted her chances in the field even more. After all in the end, it could only end up helping him.

Of course it also helped quite a bit that despite the terrible outcome of the meeting Lizzie first met the Avriel, his charge had grown fond of Nightshade, despite the constant reminders of F'mos which forbade her from getting close to what he considered an undesirable element.

F'mos made good use of the relationship between the girl and the Avriel, the deer hide he had delivered to Night a season ago for her contribution to the Kettle in his hands once more. As Lizzie trusted her guardian without question, the Aukari only had to suggest he wanted to make something nice for he-their friend, a token of appreciation for their first meeting which helped with Flapjack's problem. Zida was the season. The season of Saoire, although Sirothelle did not have the belief of some sort of strange woman of gifts and spices like Lizzie of Etzos had.

With more than enough opportunities to recall his encounters with the Avriel in his efforts to study flight, and the same opportunities which applied to those times F'mos was able to observe Night, he believed he had found just the item which would help him with his goals. His status as a deserter although still unknown to others, was significantly helpful towards his efforts as without much belongings, those materials he had around his home which were not much to begin with easily linked up in his mind. If he succeeded, they would make up his finest work thus far.

His Kidnapper Spider silk rope he will regret once cut even if a little? Check.

The deer hide he was able to get a hold of from Night thanks to Lizzie's cooperation? Check.

Some choice cuts of the shrink ropes he bought and never thought would be used like this? Check.

The Iron Shell Bush seeds he had left over after he made his trump cards, which had better uses for him? Check.

Some ashes from the Heart of the World F'mos was able to source from those Etzori profiteers which hunted his kin? Check.

He hoped he had planned it all properly and these materials would be the only things he needed for this Saoire gift. If it all worked out, wonderful for both him and Nightshade. If not, well... F'mos would only be able to hope Nightshade never meant "fall or fly!" literally or that she would not easily trust him enough to rely on his gift too much. Although, any failure which may come as a result would only help the Aukari to further refine his craft.

The first step before F'mos could proceed was to have the item made. With Maylan's connections, his employers being one of the sources for Etzos' leatherworkers, the chef experienced no problems in his search for someone which could help make what he wanted. While there was difficulties in their discussions, eventually F'mos was able to finally settle on his plan. The cloak would be made but before the leatherworker could even start work, the Aukari wanted the other materials which would be used for his own preparations. It was the condition he had or, he would find someone else which had no difficulty with it.

Together with Lizzie, the thread which would be used was slowly weaved together with strands of the shrink ropes. A task which took many trials even with the help. By the time the pair had enough of the special thread, and a little extra in case the man F'mos had commissioned made a mistake, they had already gone through nearly half of a coil of his precious shrink rope. The Aukari already felt taxed by both effort and cost, his second thoughts prodded his mind as he went on with the next step at his chemist's kit, reluctant to continue when it would be much easier to obtain more conventional equipment.

However with his own selfish desires in mind, F'mos continued his work. Along with some of the more ordinary ingredients he easily obtained around Etzos which was mixed, blended and heated, the threads which he also twisted together with strands of silk rope was lathered with the ashes he collected a dipped into the substance which frothed as a result. One by one the threads were dipped in, for the fibres to bind together firmly and for the ashes which he was all too familiar with growing up to work its magic on them. Caught in between the thread and shrink rope no doubt it would affect the contractions which would happen, especially with the Kidnapper Spider rope and its non stick properties which F'mos was familiar with that melted over them.

That was the first stage of the item's creation done before F'mos handed the threads back to the leatherworker for work to begin. The Aukari ignored the man's surprised comments of the threads which only served to confirm he was on the right track. They went over the specifications which F'mos had discussed when he first came with his commission one more time and, only when the Aukari was satisfied that the man was sure of what he was to do, left to wait for the item to be completed. There was nothing else which he could do on his own.
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Night's breath came out in rushed puffs as she dashed about her eyes glazing roughly through the streets. An idea had come to her, an idea she had to admit she was rather fond of. The season of Saoire used to be the favorite season of all for Nightshade. As a child the Master was always kinder especially towards her. There was a kind of benevolence that was never there for the entire rest of the year. Then when she ran away to live with Icarus he too always became nicer durring Zi'da, though he was nice year round. There was something about the season that brought out the best in all kinds of people. Saoire be blessed for such a day. Many used the day to appeal to the better nature of those around them and forge friendships which may not have prospered any other day.

Night hadn't participated in the time of Saoire after she left her Master's house and Icarus passed away. Whatever reason was there when she wouldn't receive a gift and there was no one to give a gift to? Honestly the latter had been the sharper idea, the more depressing and harsh idea. Night being the kind natured creature she was had often enjoyed the idea of giving gifts. But recently an idea had come to mind. Why not give a gift this year? She'd certainly made enough new friends. Of course Alex and Mal weren't options since both had long since abandoned her. Left, she quickly corrected herself. They left her not abandoned her. Though quietly her mind argued that she had been abandoned. Noth wasn't the best of choices either since she doubted he even knew what Saoire was, she'd find something else kind to do for him when she got the chance. That was when her mind wandered back to the Aukari. Fmos had certainly not been fond of her by the time their conversation about flight had ended. She'd seen the man once or twice there after, but they didn't really interact heavily and he still didn't seem that fond of the half breed. The sensation of being disliked was something she often strugled with. And Natua didn't seem like a bad person, which only made the situation worse for her mental health. She resolved to fix that.

The idea had first come to her on a whim, just a simple idea. Perhaps a gift for Natua would prove her lack of ill intent? Slowly however the idea had grown and grown and her mind danced with the thoughts of what she could do. She knew the man to be a chef, so why not start with that idea and then move out? She came to a complete stop suddently. The market was pretty much empty, it was early in the morning and cold out. Few people wanted to be out and about at times like this, in fact a good number of the stalls were closed. Yet there were still those who braved the cold be them shoppers or stall owners. Each person put up a valiant fight against the cold, Night couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Gift," she quickly muttered, reminding herself of what she was doing. She trailed down streets glancing about. She couldn't help but regret the fact she couldn't wear shoes, the weather was horrendous and she like always was barefoot. Luckily the skin on the bottom of her feet was thick and nervless, callous from years without wearing shoes. It hurt, but it hurt less than it might of had anyone else done such a foolish thing. "There we go," she said a smile flitting across her features as she caught sight of a spice stand. "Excuse me miss, would you mind helping me out?" She asked the lady behind the stall

"Sure, what are you looking for?" She asked looking up at the half avriel. Apparently the cold distracted Etzori from being racist as the woman seemed to care less if Night was half bird or half goat, she just wanted to make the sale.

"I'm trying to get a gift for a friend that's a chef. I figured it might be a good idea to get him some fancy spices. But I really don't know anything about cooking so I could use a hand picking something out," she said with a sheepish smile. The woman returned a kind and sympathetic look.

"Don't you worry sweetheart, I know exactly what you need," she said starting to pull on various spices. She grabbed a small basket from beside herself as she started to pile things in. "Here's 1 oz of Saffron, that should cost about 15gn. Here's one vanilla bean it comes to about the same price and gives you a total of 30gn. Finally here's two oz of ground paprika which is 10gn and gives you a final total of 40 gn. If you run down there you can grab some peanut and walnut oil both 5gn a pint and you'll get a grand total cost of 50gn," the woman said quickly placing the items in the basket. She was obviously trying to rush the sale and give Night the most expensive items she could, but Night found it kind of hard to mind. After all she wanted to get an expensive gift and at least with spices she knew that whatever she got would be useful in one way or another.

"Thank you very much ma'am," Night said taking the basket. "What does the basket cost?"

"Oh don't worry about the basket, you can take that for free," the woman said with a small sparkle of generosity in her eyes.

"Thank you so much," Night said her own eyes sparkling at the kindness given to her. She quickly bolted moving past stalls until she got to the stall that was selling oils. "One pint of walnut oil and one pint of peanut oil," she said.

Upon reciving the two oils she placed them in the basket as well. The basket however looked kind of plain. She grabbed a ribon nearby that hung limp against a wall. It orignally looked like it had been part of a decoration, but some naughty child must have snipped it. That worked nicely for her at the least. She tied the ribon around the basket handle into a bow. As a finishing touch she plucked one of her feathers and placed it inside of the bow, the black complimented the red well.
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But F'mos did not idle, as he continued his numerous tests on various items. To figure out the best way he could make use of to make sure his creation would be a success, leather scraps, various oils, soot, ash and even the minerals from the mines of Etzos lay on the floor around his workspace. Trial and error, joy and depression, so many different experiences for the Aukari which was only interested in one outcome. An outcome which he would only be able to enjoy once he had obtained the cloak from the leatherworker and could only hope he would not mess it up.

F'mos was pleased with the cloak when he picked it up but, he could not claim all the credit for himself. Of course the leatherworker did his job but that was all it was, his job. For F'mos, the credit actually had to be shared with his ward Lizzie as she played her role well, in the way she subtly drew out Nightshade's own tastes and preferences towards any garment the Avriel would wear. The Aukari could only hope Nightshade would appreciate the gift and not toss it like a certain bird. He was still quite bitter with Flapjack's treatment, although over the trials he learned to hide it, especially when it upsetted Lizzie which had grown closer to Night.

It would be no problem for F'mos to sabotage the gift at this stage, so it would fail at some point in the future after the Avriel had grown to rely on it, but his pride for his work prevented him from settling on that idea for too long. That was also the reason why he decided to make this the best work he could, to show the Avriel up. He was already on to the next step, after painful trials of slow work on the Iron Shells. They were tough and known to not be worth any effort for their contents, especially when heated water such as those found in the bath house would have them opened with no difficulty. However F'mos had no intention to use the shells conventionally as many would, for ammunition or containers.

The heated scrapings of Iron Shells were dumped into an alembic, heated to a boiling point before put through an inhibitor to maintain their special states as the fibers were collected. F'mos was fortunate to have his knowledge of alchemy grounded in his studies of poisons as, he had no problems harmonizing the ideas and methods of the two. Just as he used an inhibitor with the scrapings he made use of a binder together with a vial of Razorfin oil he had, for the fibers which were yet to cool down to be spread over the cloak, dried, absorbed, and spread again over and over as one of the successes of his various tests. He knew otherwise, without the oil, the Iron Shells fibers would have ruined the wearability of the cloak.

Through all the work, Lizzie noticed something was off and she was right. F'mos heart broke with the unexpected costs which went into this project due to his excitement, which had his stock of oil low when its source had already fled the waters of Etzos. In his opinion Nightshade did not deserve this and thoughts of the cloak going to himself or at least, someone which could fill his pockets to get back his materials if not those which were better tempted him again. The temptation now much stronger than it previously had been as the Aukari was weary with the work he had put in.

However he forced himself to continue as Lizzie cheered him on to complete the gift for her new friend. F'mos himself did not care about satisfying the girl, himself a child once to know she would forget her disappointments with the next distraction in their lives. His only motivation was to see his task to completion and success and, at that stage of his work with most of the cloak's treatment already completed, success was only a step away.

Which was also the hardest part much to his distress. Numerous leather scraps in various conditions at the side as a testament of his failures each time he had encountered this stage in his tests. It was the final step which would determine if the cloak would work as intended. F'mos understood how triggers worked, but when it came to poisons he only ever had to make sure they triggered once. Sure he had heard the stories, of the nefarious practitioners which made poisons to remained in a victim for seasons or maybe even arcs, a constant affliction which would torment the victim for as long as it could be triggered. He considered it would be the same for the cloak and the theory is something he could easily realize, but...

He had no idea how he should have the cloak triggered.

There were a lot of triggering agents he knew of, but none suitable for a gift. Blood? What sort sicko would make a gift which would require blood? Sweat? Not as sickening as blood, but disgusting enough even if a good idea for some amusement from the Avriel's gift. A special, custom made trigger would be a good idea if F'mos wanted to make sure the cloak would not be triggered prematurely, but he also did not want to end up being a source the Avriel would have to rely on to make use of his gift, or to let her learn of his ability to make such items.

Nightshade had already proven to be quite sharp for an airhead and, as much as F'mos would have loved to make use of such a quality, such an underhanded method would not end well for him if discovered. If he was right, it was not even a question of if, but when.

The decision he believed most prudent was how F'mos completed the cloak. To make sure he could never manipulate its intended recipient in the future, he made sure to use more common items as triggers which did not need much inspiration once he put to mind the materials he used. The shrink ropes he knew reacted to saltwater and there was no reason for him to overcomplicate things and, to achieve the opposite effect since he had already used the ashes from The Heart of the World, why not just allow Nightshade to use her own ashes? An expected counterpart to dry out any saltwater used.

The idea satisfied F'mos, especially since he felt both saltwater and ashes would not be ordinarily on anyone else unless specifically prepared for, yet common enough for Nightshade to use without worry that any random schmuck would affect it. He completed the final step with the two triggers, although the latter was added with the additional reagents for an accelerator, as the Aukari suspected any situation which Nightshade may need to fly away from may also be an emergency. His own batty experience enough to let him know even three thrills could make all the difference. These two triggers required yet another binder to make sure they would not interfere with each another and as important as they were, F'mos did not take any shortcuts. With his gift completed he had Lizzie wrap it up according to the Etzori customs she told him of, so she could feel she contributed. F'mos expected her pride to make the Avriel unable to reject the gift, unless she was just like her friend he met during the hunt.

The barbarous crow which crossed his mind forced a shiver out of him. Brrrrrrrr... What a way to start what should have been a great festive season...
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Night wandered down streets trying to hunt for he who her gift was intended. The easiest way to find this man was to find his charge, and that was something comparatively easier. At least easier for Night. A little wandering produced the desired results. There a girl was at play, waiting for her like requested the day prior. "There you are Lizzie," the half avriel said with a gentle smile upon finding the little girl. She had to admit she'd grown extremely fond of the child, bright and full of life Lizzie never ceased to amaze Night. It also helped how friendly Lizzie was in comparison to F'mos. She was certain the man still hated her, she felt like maybe he would always hate her. But it was worth trying to fix it. Just as Night predicted F'mos was with the little girl. There was something strange in his arms. Whatever it was it wasn't her business, she'd already done enough damage after the bird event. She didn't want to poke around and potentially cause more damage. Especially considering the reason she'd come.

She hadn't really had the chance to fix the situation after the bird problem. She'd seen F'mos afterwards, but Noth was around. Noth wasn't good in social situations, he wasn't good in fighting situations where she was trying to save someone, Noth generally wasn't good. But she was drawn towards the existence of someone like herself. Of course Noth was nothing like Night, but another half breed was a comforting sight and Night was easily blinded by the desire to have people around her. All she wanted was to be cared about, not hated. She wanted to be valued. Which was why she had become quickly fond of Lizzie and was trying so desperately to rid F'mos of his bad thoughts about her character. It physically hurt her more than she would admit. She needed people around her that valued her. Sadly there was no one like that left in Etzos, everyone who was still there only saw her as a tool.

"Hey," she said with a sheepish grin. The basket was still clutched firmly behind her back, vaguely hidden from sight. How was she going to do this? She honestly had no clue. Her mind rushed to come up with ideas on how to approach the situation, what to say to F'mos. Hey, I'm sorry it seemed like I was going to kill your bird. Here's a basket of spices so please don't hate me! Night cringed internally at the thought. If she didn't do this well then his opinion of her could possibly get worse! Such a thought stuck her with a most painful fear and almost made her want to back out. Of course Lizzie managed to break the ice for her.

"What's that?" The girl asked peeking behind Night's back. She wasn't sure if she was grateful to Lizzie or upset, but she didn't have time to dwell on the thought. Night started to blush slightly with a nervous laugh before she turned to F'mos.

"Well, I guess that cat is out of the bag," she brought the basket out in front of her. It stood proud full of cooking materials, even saffron the most expensive spice of all. The red bow and black feather stood together, the gloss of the feather winking in the light. It didn't look like a feather that had fallen out naturally, it must of hurt to pluck it. "I know we didn't necessarily start out on the best foot after that little, event with the bird. I didn't mean to upset you. My intent wasn't to cause you worry or hurt the bird. That however doesn't change the fact that my actions weren't the best thought out and were left unexplained. Honestly what I did was inexcusable. I wanted to make it up to you somehow. I'd like to say that I'm honestly and truly, very, sincerely sorry for all of the trouble and worry that I've caused you," she said holding out the gift to F'mos. "I understand if you hate me after what I've done," her voice was hollow and slightly dejected. There was a shimmer of grief in her eyes.

After passing off her gift she took a step back. "I'll go now," she said trying to avoid making eye contact with F'mos. She was kind of scared that he still hated her, she didn't want to confirm her beliefs so she avoided eye contact. "Bye bye little one," she said turning towards Lizzie with a warm smile. "I... won't be bothering you anymore," she said in a much quieter and reserved tone, a voice that spoke of regret. Her comment was of course more directed towards F'mos than Lizzie.

"Wait, don't go!" Lizzie said quickly turning to F'mos with expectant eyes.
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As it so happened F'mos knew of Lizzie's plans which included, her meets with Night despite it forbidden by him. However this was one meet which would be to his advantage, the explanation for why he was with the girl when Nightshade found them. The Aukari loathed that he had to wait for the Avriel, especially when Lizzie would not stop with her praises for Nightshade. There was only one thing he needed Nightshade for the pair last met, and even that was a disappointment. Even his ward in that matter, her only interest in flight was how cool her winged friend looked regardless of how F'mos questioned for more details.

"Yes, yes I know..." he said exasperated after the umpteenth time Lizzie reminded "...about how fantalamastic she is!" He would not be able to remember how he got the girl to shut up about the subject, the bit of information which would have been more than helpful in the future, and he would remain frustrated despite his success as the birdbrain proved she had no respect for time. His. The Aukari also regretted his decision against a written set of instructions for Nightshade so he could choose to not be present, but he remembered the last time he had to rely on those which did not go too well.

Although he knew Lizzie could have helped him with the preparations of any instructions as he had actually started on it. While mainly because of his intentions to keep Lizzie in the dark about his crafts, he found the impossibility of it rather significant as the girl's ability to use the main languages in Etzos while helpful, were limited due to her education and he himself at a loss whenever he had to describe certain things to her. Things like the functions of the cloak or how he expected it to work. "Like armor" was of course one of those things which she understood but the others aspects of it?

F'mos intended to have those explained as soon as he shoved the package into Night's hands, but Lizzie already had him beat when she asked about the Avriel's hidden item, the Aukari himself too focused on his loathing of the Avriel to notice. Caught by surprise with the unexpected gift, he did not even realize he already had it in his hands after it was given. A little too suspicious of it, his own gift prepared without any proper intentions, he quickly gave a whiff and taste of the spices and oils. The blatant act which displeased Lizzie resulted in a sharp pain in his foot where he was stomped on and, reminded him to at least say "thank you?" as the girl gave her assurances the pair did not hate the Avriel.

She should learn how to speak for herself, but that was how it was going to be for the Aukari which decided to adopt the girl only to better represent him in Etzos.

Despite how F'mos felt, he at least did not show it save the sigh of resignation to Lizzie's quick reaction before he said "no need so nolkihi," as the tone of the word suggested his willingness forget about the event. Perhaps if he recognized the fact the odd feather had been plucked or its significance, he would have been more genuine as he believed the Avriel had just put on a show but, despite his reluctance he had to admit "you're Lizzie's friend and we've got gift," which stuck to his hand for a few more thrills before he allowed the Avriel to pull it free.

As he recalled the time when Nightshade visited the Kettle, the difficulty she had to keep her wings out of the way or away from people, he explained "wrap wings, put on cloak" which would have been the same for any other oversized garment for an Avriel to hide its wings. However the Aukari's creation with the alchemically treated shrink ropes, "use salt water" like the vial he produced and handed over "so cloak wrap 'round. Look like nothing to hide." And then he produced another small package, "ashes, throw over so cloak no more tight yeah?" He took a quick glance at his charge and offered "you can test with her when play" before he made a move, without a mind to explain what he meant with the offer for Night and Lizzie in the future.

But just before he left the street to leave Lizzie and Night to their own plans, he felt the basket bump into someone which passed by. While there was no damage except to the Aukari's patience, the dent in the basket he spotted as a result from the accidental nudge reminded him about "one more thing," which he had to get close to Nightshade to tell as he did not want Lizzie to eavesdrop. A few pokes into the cloak, he explained it "should be hard, like armor, unless Giving's defective," which probably was not specific enough for any to pick up that he meant the Iron Bush Shells he got from Miss Givings. However what would be specific was the pokes into the cloak which followed, harder for emphasis, that "cloak not protect you if Lizzie's hurt, okay?"

The cloak delivered, and the condition for Lizzie and Nightshade to continue their friendship conveyed, F'mos gave an uncharacteristic smile before he went on his way. Not before he left the basket in Lizzie's hands and his reason? "You bring this home safe." Some responsibility so she would be motivated to stay safe. In any event as long as Nightshade accepted the cloak, he had succeeded because even if Lizzie reports back to him the cloak had not worked as intended, he would still be able to figure out the effects of the agents he used for his next attempt.
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The bump to the basket carried by the aukari did more than put a dent in the basket. It allowed Pelgren to confirm the presence of an enhanced item of clothing inside of it. Pelgren had been unsure of the aura he thought he'd seen before, and nothing could be seen through the basket that confirmed anything. But the mild collision with the aukari had briefly exposed the cloth to Pelgren's 'sight".

The rat-faced pickpocket was an attunement spotter for The Fence, charged with relaying information about any "special" items he noticed, so that plans might be drawn up for their theft and resale in some distant market. This opportunity, however, did not allow for word to be sent back. There were three of them, the aukari himself, some small girl with him and an avriel, or at least part so.

He sauntered along behind as if he was either sight-seeing or unsure of an address, as he waited for an opportunity. It came when the man stepped away, apparently leaving the child in the custody of the avriel. He followed the two females as they crowded through a slightly denser crowd, bumping then with a muttered apology while dropping a hooked fishing line into the basket.

He dropped back, positioning himself where there were no interceding obstacles between both the girls and a quick escape route. Then he jerked the line and began reeling it in with a makeshift spool apparatus. The hook dug into the fabric, yanking it and the basket from the startled child's hands. The cloak came free of the basket quickly and Pelgren snatched it up on the run, disappearing into the shadows, unconcerned about the traumatic impact such a crass betrayal might have on the psyche and emotions of a child so recently deprived of the comfort of parents by rampaging shadow beasts.

He smirked with the idea that the avriel girl was probably sick with anger, but compelled to comfort the child. Leaving her alone in the street would be "bad parenting" he thought with a crooked chuckle. He hated avriel, figuring they deserved whatever they got. And his connections to The Fence had provided him with a few gadgets of magic to allow for sure evasions of pursuit.

He went straight to his cell master, showing off the cloak, claiming it was surely another from the windfall of items they'd obtained from the breach of the arcanum during the Underground explosion. The boss told him to sit tight, taking the cloak to their private alchemist for confirmation.

he came back a few bits later, letting Palgren know that the work on the cloak was amateurish at best; credibly conceived but poorly balanced. He said that he seriously doubted it came from any stores belonging to a master like Vuda, but it could be salvaged to at least perform as intended. he said he would have it delivered to their usual outlet in town, along with the signal phrase to have the clothier bring it out of storage for transfer.

He didn't know when it would be finished, as the alchemist had a few other "alterations" to complete; maybe sometime near "Saoire-night". His eyes rolled slightly with this reference to the rustic myth some gullible fools held of a gift-exchanging spirit, bringing joy to believers everywhere. He shook his head, no one had ever given him anything for nothing. He turned a subtle scowl in Pelgren's direction. Being around rats like him had never boded well for the belief in anything good to be found in people.

He shrugged and went back to work, his brief reverie forgotten.
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This is just to bring the story format back into line with the Saoire gift exchange format. :)
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Saoire patted the top of her snow man, spinning a neat little top hat out of thin air in a flurry of frost. She set it on top, smiling at her wicked punishment for the sneak thief. She had gotten wind that someone had stolen an item that was meant to be a gift for a young woman. This had caused the creature to act, coming from Emea during her gift giving travels to deal some frozen justice. "Now you just hang in there until the snow melts. That should teach you to mess with holiday joy," Saoire stated calmly to the suspected inanimate object before it. Inside the bulbous snow man was a man, shivering in frozen anger. This snow had been infused with her own special magic, so it would take particularly longer for it to melt, serving an extended punishment to the thief.

Saoire walked into the outlet where the cloak had been delivered. The man inside had been more than accommodating when Saoire gave him the option of handing the fixed cloak over or suffering the same frozen punishment as his thief friend outside. The woman took the time to inspect it, thanking him for his time. "You really should get out of this business of dealing with criminals, sir. Maybe you would come off the naughty list and find gifts at your doorstep as well."

Once outside, the winds would pick up and she would disappear to find the lovely young woman to give her gift to.
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You are free to turn this thread in for points and knowledges Night. I'll be sending out the gifts within the house in individual posts throughout the site. Thanks for playing and we are sorry about the inconvenience.
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(There's plenty more where that came from)


NAUTA F'MOS GEEY:
Rewards:

  • Story: +5
  • Collaboration: +5
  • Structure: +5

You may NOT use these points for magic.

Knowledges:

  • Alchemy: Binders Often Required to Secure Other Reagent Qualities
  • Alchemy: Dipping and Boiling Simple Properties into Materials
  • Alchemy: Heart-of-the-World Ash as a Binder
  • Alchemy: Inhibitors to Keep Qualities Inert Until Triggered
  • Alchemy: Iron Shell Seed Fibers to Create "Armor" Quality
  • Alchemy: Kidnapper Spider Adhesive-Release-Enzyme as Non-Binder
  • Alchemy: Saltwater to Trigger Shrink-Rope Fibers
  • Alchemy: Use of Inhibitor to Keep Iron Shell Fibers Workable
  • Chemistry: Ash to Counter Saltwater Trigger
  • Chemistry: Melting Kidnapper Spider Silk to Isolate Release-Enzyme
  • Leather Working: Razorfin Oil to Counter Iron Shell Seed Fibers
  • Lizzie: Likes Nightshade Eld
  • Negotiation: Unbidden Gift Can Create Indebtedness
  • Nightshade Eld: Has a Tendency to Get into Trouble
  • Psychology: Trying to Like Night for Lizzie's Sake
  • Sewing: Weaving Shrink-Rope Fibers in with Normal Thread
  • Sociology: Trusting a Young Girl to Know a Woman's Taste in Clothes
  • Sociology: Say "Thank You" When You Receive a Gift

Loot:

Saoire Giftbasket:
1 oz. Saffron
1 Vanilla Bean
2 oz. Paprika
1 pt. Peanut oil
1 pt. Walnut oil


Loss:

116gn


Injuries:

Nothing to speak of


Fame:+3

Sympathy from folks that saw your gift get stolen


Devotion:

Nothing to speak of


Comments:

Your costs were very well conceived. Although there would have been one additional Binder process to secure the accelerant, I'm not going to hit you up for vague test costs. Especially when my own entry suggested that the Fence agent said the work was not properly balanced, but could be adjusted. Consider the overage to be for some difficulty obtaining ingredients not shown on your CS. Or for having to prep the leather to receive one or more reagents. Or a step to purify one reagent or another. I truly appreciate that your costs reflected the likelihood that every step took at least one additional consideration, resulting in a 10gn cost per each reagent process.

A very good Alchemy thread. We generally don't go over five knowledges in any one skill, but I thought this deserved more. Not every step truly counted as alchemy though, thus the "Chemistry", "Sewing" and "Leather Working" awards.

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NIGHTSHADE ELD:
Rewards:

  • Story: +5
  • Collaboration: +3 (only two posts)
  • Structure: +5

You may NOT use these points for magic.

Knowledges:

  • Detection: Finding Nauta by Finding Lizzie
  • Endurance: A Lifetime of Shoeless Feet
  • Etiquette: An Apology to Nauta and Lizzie
  • Etzos Citizen's Market: Fewer Open Stalls During Zi'da and Cylus
  • Lizzie: A Friendly, Happy Little Girl
  • NPC: Lizzie: Nauta's Adopted Child
  • Nauta: Still Seems Sore Over the "Flapjack" Incident
  • Nauta: Takes Good Care of Lizzie
  • Psychology: Desire to be Accepted Can Overlook Serious Flaws in Others
  • Psychology: Holidays Can Hurt When There's No One to Share Them With
  • Psychology: Simple Decorations Lift Spirits
  • Socializing: Don't Let a Gift Look Like an Attempt to "Buy" Friendship
  • Sociology: A Gift Can Turn an Acquaintance Into a Friend
  • Sociology: Saoire is a Good Holiday for Social Interaction

Loot:

Alchemically-enhanced armor cloak


Loss:

50gn for Nauta's Gift Basket


Injuries:

Nothing to speak of


Fame:+3

Sympathy from folks that saw your gift get stolen


Devotion:

Nothing to speak of


Comments:

This Holiday Event was not actually intended to involve any serious thread.
But you guys put a nice bit of work into this.
Even though Nymph and I stepped in to bring it back to the format it was meant for, it is still definitely worthy of a grade. :D
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