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Dearien nodded as Nyroc listed off several languages. Ok, so maybe it might just be easier to just use the standard spell after all. Nyroc started poking at the hot stone asking him how it worked. Dearien nodded "Yeah, that is a rather simple enchantment," He shrugged. Nyroc then asked if...

"The good thing about enchantment is that the price is usually covered by the materials and the time and skill taken to craft the item and the enchantment. If the enchantment is made correctly and used for it's intended purpose, there should be no cost to the wielder. Though the enchantment may...

"Nyroc it is then. I'm Dearien," He said witting 'Nyroc's gloves' over the drawing. Nyroc continued, expressing a desire to be able to communicate verbally and seemed to get increasingly frustrated as he realized that his continued attempts at communication were failing to get through. "It's...

Dearien watched as the specter got a piece of paper and used magic to pick up his fountain pen. Raising his brows at the sudden use of foul language. It seemed that fear was a common reaction he received and it frustrated him. The rest of his explanation did not really clear up the whole ghost...

The air grew cooler and Dearien looked up from the money box as a spectral man seemed to float through the closed door. The woman stared at him with wide eyed terror as he came closer. She regained control of her limbs and with a shriek she ran down one of the isles and out the door. Dearien...

I posted, It's called Voice of the Unspoken.

It was a nice day, with clear skies and a slight breeze. The Elbion market was bustling but the small enchanting shop was rather quiet. It was cool inside. Rows of shelves filled the space and paper lanterns hung from the ceiling between the rows. The shelves were covered with random seemingly...

I'll start, set the scene and describe Dearien's shop. Then you can post.

Yeah, I see Dearien being really understanding of disability because of his own experiences and would try to make your character as comfortable as possible XD. Dearien owns a small enchantment shop in Elbion. Maybe your character could happen to find himself in the shop for some reason and...

I have a bit of a soft boy amputee XD I have been looking to get him back into some rp's. Would you be interested in doing something a little wholesome.

Drearien's heart beat faster. He glanced around. He was unsure exactly what she meant by Joy scheming and plotting. He was not sure he needed to know. It was probably better if he did not. He could leave the schemes to his sister. She had always been better at bureaucracy than him. "I don't...

Dearien smiled, the nervous energy seeming to melt away with the remainder of the anonymity of the occasion. "I suppose you're right. Would that make me the king of birds then?" He smiled spinning them around the dancefloor through predetermined paths. "So what would a lovely nymph such as...

Dearien's eyes widened and his face lit up. Was she asking him to dance? He quickly placed the drink down on a nearby table, butterflies still dancing around it, and took her arm. "You are right, the music is lovely," He said. He had worn his good prosthetic for this reason. He did not get...

"Well, I do dabble in enchantment," Dearien flushed and looked off to the side with a light smile. "I would offer to enchant yours but seeing as I can't seem to get mine to work without an unpleasant pinching the offer would be premature." He chuckled under his breath and shrugged. He stared at...

A soft smile of relief crossed his lips once he saw that neither the woman nor the man she was with, were going to be hostile. "No, that's not what I meant. I mean, I'm sure you are. It's just- " He paused lifting his wooden leg an inch or two off the floor and pointing to it, "I have one...