Bella crafts a suite of Impostors armor...
I tighten the final strap on my armor and walk up to the mirror eying it critically. Deryl sits on my bed idly playing with her dagger having asked me to help her study it and it’s unique properties. I agreed if only because it bears the mark on my back as well as the mark that has suddenly appeared on her wrist. For a moment I wonder if this is some kind of contagion among sorceress’, something carried by Deryl’s dagger but dismiss the thought, this is not the time for conjecture.
“Let’s see if this works”, I say more to myself than to her. Upon finding the components and residuum in Nimorzan’s study I had been elated. Before Deryl arrived I had spent the day meticulously copying the ritual from Flagg’s ritual book into my own, my first ritual incidentally. After that I had laid out my leather armor and began the process of applying the magical lattice to the material with a few modifications of my own. I felt a smug sense of satisfaction when the lattice held.
It was then I noticed the state I was in. So focused upon my work I had not looked in a mirror. Cobwebs caught in my hair, my body covered in dust, and my face and hands smeared with ink. I forced myself to take a bath before testing the new armor. It was during my bath that Lazlo loudly announced the arrival of Lady Androsax, I wonder if she had told him to call her that or if he had done it on his own.
Now we arrive at the moment of truth.
Concentrating I turn my armor into a stunning red dress. I make it backless to show off my mark and twirl in front of the mirror. I am pleased to hear Deryl gasp at the change. Quickly I change the dress to the clothes of a nobleman and my form to that of Deryl’s own brother. I stumble and make stupid faces in front of the mirror repeating some of Derren’s more famous attempts at diplomacy. In another moment I am a beggar with simple pant and tunic, then Bjorn in pious robes, Starke in his noble guise, a simple dwarven blacksmith and finally myself once again in my leather armor. I eye it critically then smile to Deryl.
“What do you think of my first creation little sister?”
I tighten the final strap on my armor and walk up to the mirror eying it critically. Deryl sits on my bed idly playing with her dagger having asked me to help her study it and it’s unique properties. I agreed if only because it bears the mark on my back as well as the mark that has suddenly appeared on her wrist. For a moment I wonder if this is some kind of contagion among sorceress’, something carried by Deryl’s dagger but dismiss the thought, this is not the time for conjecture.
“Let’s see if this works”, I say more to myself than to her. Upon finding the components and residuum in Nimorzan’s study I had been elated. Before Deryl arrived I had spent the day meticulously copying the ritual from Flagg’s ritual book into my own, my first ritual incidentally. After that I had laid out my leather armor and began the process of applying the magical lattice to the material with a few modifications of my own. I felt a smug sense of satisfaction when the lattice held.
It was then I noticed the state I was in. So focused upon my work I had not looked in a mirror. Cobwebs caught in my hair, my body covered in dust, and my face and hands smeared with ink. I forced myself to take a bath before testing the new armor. It was during my bath that Lazlo loudly announced the arrival of Lady Androsax, I wonder if she had told him to call her that or if he had done it on his own.
Now we arrive at the moment of truth.
Concentrating I turn my armor into a stunning red dress. I make it backless to show off my mark and twirl in front of the mirror. I am pleased to hear Deryl gasp at the change. Quickly I change the dress to the clothes of a nobleman and my form to that of Deryl’s own brother. I stumble and make stupid faces in front of the mirror repeating some of Derren’s more famous attempts at diplomacy. In another moment I am a beggar with simple pant and tunic, then Bjorn in pious robes, Starke in his noble guise, a simple dwarven blacksmith and finally myself once again in my leather armor. I eye it critically then smile to Deryl.
“What do you think of my first creation little sister?”