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Welcome to Rosavelle!
INVITATION
You're going about your day when you notice an envelope that most certainly wasn't there before. It's beautiful, if a little old-fashioned: pale pink paper, sealed with a pressed flower instead of wax and your name written in looping cursive that shimmers faintly in the light.
Inside, the letter begins;
... It goes on like that for a while, whole paragraphs assuring you that you can leave whenever you want, no time will pass back in your world, the Everbloom's magic will keep you safe, etc etc… honestly it gets to the point that it starts to sound less like an invitation and more like a contract. But then, mercifully, the writer finds their footing again:
Maybe you accept right away or maybe you dismiss it as a prank or something equally unimportant. No matter what you think when you first read it, your mind eventually turns back to that invite and your find yourself thinking that it might not be a bad idea…
And once you do, you feel the world going soft and sweet around you, the scent of blooming flowers filling your nose - and before you can quite process what's happening, you realize you've accepted.
Inside, the letter begins;
- Dearest friend—
Goodness, I hope that isn't too forward. We've not met, after all. But I have been told that when one writes an invitation, it's important to sound sincere.
My name is Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. I am the Crown Princess of Rosavelle. It's a little island kingdom far, far away - so far that it may not exist quite in the same world as yours.
I know this must sound terribly strange, but I'm writing because I need your help. You see, my coronation is approaching soon, and Rosavelle's magic - the Everbloom - responds to the strength of one's heart. It's said that a ruler must understand love to truly awaken it. Not just romance, mind you, but all kinds of love: friendship, kindness, care.
The trouble is… I'm not very good at it. I've read so many books about love, but real people don't seem to follow the same rules the novels do.
That is why I'm writing to you. The Everbloom - our most ancient and wondrous magic - has granted me the means to reach across worlds. I'm inviting a handful of remarkable individuals, like you, to Rosavelle to help me learn. Not only to teach me what love means to you, but to help me see how it can bloom between friends, companions, and strangers alike.
I promise you'll be treated as an honored guest.
... It goes on like that for a while, whole paragraphs assuring you that you can leave whenever you want, no time will pass back in your world, the Everbloom's magic will keep you safe, etc etc… honestly it gets to the point that it starts to sound less like an invitation and more like a contract. But then, mercifully, the writer finds their footing again:
- If you'll come, I'd be so very grateful. I know this is a strange request, and you owe me nothing - but still, I hope you'll consider it. Rosavelle is beautiful this time of year, and it is my hope that seeing it alongside fresh eyes will allow me to see it more clearly as well.
With all my thanks (and my hopes!)—
Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré
Maybe you accept right away or maybe you dismiss it as a prank or something equally unimportant. No matter what you think when you first read it, your mind eventually turns back to that invite and your find yourself thinking that it might not be a bad idea…
And once you do, you feel the world going soft and sweet around you, the scent of blooming flowers filling your nose - and before you can quite process what's happening, you realize you've accepted.
ARRIVAL
You arrive in a haze of soft, rosy light. For a moment, everything is weightless - the air around you hums faintly, thick with warmth and the heady scent of flowers. When the haze fades, you find yourself standing beneath a vast glass dome that stretches impossibly high overhead. The light filtering through its pink-tinted panes paints everything in gentle rose and gold and petals drift through the air like drifting snow.
You are standing in the Everbloom's Greenhouse. The walls curve upward in graceful arches, every pane glimmering faintly and the air is warm, fragrant, and shimmering with faint motes of magic. Flowering vines climb the supports, colorful blossoms of all kinds spill from hanging baskets, and everywhere you look there's flowers, flowers, flowers.
At its heart stands the Everbloom, a colossal tree the likes of which you've never seen before. Its smooth trunk is faintly luminous and the canopy stretches so high that you can't see where it ends, vanishing into a haze of golden light and drifting petals. The air around it hums softly with power and for a moment, all you can do is stare up at it in awe.
A moment later, movement stirs: castle attendants glide forward in elegant uniforms, carrying towels, refreshments, and generally doing their best to make sure everyone's arrived safely. After all, you're not alone. Around you, other figures begin to appear - some blinking in wonder, some already steady on their feet. Each seems as out of place as you, drawn from distant worlds and disparate lives but under the rosy light they all seem to come together like flowers gathered into the same bouquet.
Those who stumble are gently guided toward a bench cushioned with flowering moss. Cool towels and drinks infused with rose and mint are offered freely. Eventually, once it seems like everyone's arrived and mostly gotten their bearings, one of the attendants - a lady-in-waiting as you'll eventually find out - speaks up.
"You are most welcome to Rosavelle," she says, dipping into a polite bow. "Their Princess will be hosting a banquet this evening to greet you all properly. Until then, please take your time to get settled and familiar with your surroundings. If you need anything at all, do not hesitate to ask."
For now, you're free to mingle. This is your chance to get your bearings, meet your fellow arrivals, and explore your surroundings. Beyond the main atrium, you can glimpse winding paths lined with blooming hedges and fat, colorful blossoms. Somewhere in the distance, you can faintly hear birdsong. You feel a little tug somewhere in your chest and if you follow it, you might just come across a flowerbed somewhere in the Greenhouse that you somehow know as your own.
After some time to mingle and acclimate, the attendants return, clapping their hands gently to draw attention.
"It's nearly time to prepare for the evening banquet! If you'll come with us, we'll see to your attire."
DRESS UP
You're led from the warmth of the greenhouse through a series of winding marble corridors until you're ushered through a set of grand double doors into a suite of guest rooms bustling with motion. Tailors, stylists, and attendants hurry between privacy screens, racks of lavish garments and trays piled high with glittering jewelry. Silks and satins gleam and lace and velvet catch the light in soft waves of color.
Tailors and stylists bustle about, armed with measuring tapes, pins, and brushes. The staff are cheerfully firm about making sure everyone looks their best for the banquet but nobody's forced into anything they don't want; the attendants listen to everyone's preferences and somehow find something flattering for even the most reluctant participant. Whether you comply with good humor or grumble through the process, it's impossible not to get swept up in the flurry of preparation. … of course, if you're determined to be a grump about the whole thing, you're welcome to wait outside until everyone's dressed up nicely.
The attendants encourage everyone to chatter as they work or even to lend a hand to another guest struggling with their ensemble. Maybe it's out of curiosity - the staff are polite, professional, but it's clear that dressing guests from other worlds is a novelty they want to enjoy.
As final adjustments are made and mirrors fill with transformed reflections, the bustle slowly quiets. Attendants exchange satisfied looks, then guide the group once more through the corridors. The faint strains of music drift down the corridors until at last, you find yourself before the towering double doors of the Azurite Banquet Hall, carved from the stone it takes its name from. The lady in waiting pauses just long enough to smooth a wrinkle here, adjust a collar there, and make sure everyone is present before pushing the doors open.
Tailors and stylists bustle about, armed with measuring tapes, pins, and brushes. The staff are cheerfully firm about making sure everyone looks their best for the banquet but nobody's forced into anything they don't want; the attendants listen to everyone's preferences and somehow find something flattering for even the most reluctant participant. Whether you comply with good humor or grumble through the process, it's impossible not to get swept up in the flurry of preparation. … of course, if you're determined to be a grump about the whole thing, you're welcome to wait outside until everyone's dressed up nicely.
The attendants encourage everyone to chatter as they work or even to lend a hand to another guest struggling with their ensemble. Maybe it's out of curiosity - the staff are polite, professional, but it's clear that dressing guests from other worlds is a novelty they want to enjoy.
As final adjustments are made and mirrors fill with transformed reflections, the bustle slowly quiets. Attendants exchange satisfied looks, then guide the group once more through the corridors. The faint strains of music drift down the corridors until at last, you find yourself before the towering double doors of the Azurite Banquet Hall, carved from the stone it takes its name from. The lady in waiting pauses just long enough to smooth a wrinkle here, adjust a collar there, and make sure everyone is present before pushing the doors open.
BANQUET
The Azurite Banquet Hall glows with warm candlelight reflected in polished marble floors and the air inside smells of wine and roses. Long tables stretch the length of the hall, each one dressed in embroidered runners and heaped with platters of food that look almost too beautiful to eat and in the corner, a string quartet plays a soft, lilting melody.
At the head of the room stands your host, Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. Draped in pale gold, they look every bit the part of a royal... though the slightly nervous way they adjust their posture speaks of someone not entirely at ease in the spotlight. When they catch sight of the assembled guests, though, they brighten a bit. Their hands are clasped too tightly around their wine glass, but their voice is bright and earnest.
... suddenly, they look sheepish.
They raise their glass, cheeks pink but eyes bright.
As the toast echoes through the hall, the music swells again - a graceful waltz this time - and attendants sweep forward to usher guests toward the buffet tables.
There's something for every palate: platters of lemon-butter shrimp and rosemary-crusted fish, seared scallops on saffron rice and fillets of calendula-cured salmon alongside oysters resting in crushed ice and lobsters cracked open beside dishes of herb butter. It's not all seafood, either - whole roasted ducks glazed in something fruity dot the table, alongside lamb, chicken and a mouthwatering roast beef.
Between the platters, bowls of vegetables offer roasted root vegetables glistening with sweet glaze, delicate salads strewn with edible petals, caramelized carrots, blistered cherry tomatoes and crisp greens grown. And, of course, baskets of warm, golden bread wait beside whipped butter and creamy sauces.
If you're in the mood for sweets, there's desserts in dizzying abundance: sugared fruit tarts, meringues shaped like blossoms, chocolate soufflés dusted with candied violet, and pastries of all kinds filled with custard, chocolate and all manner of fruity, flowery fillings.
A side table gleams with crystal decanters and goblets: bottles of wine, deeply colored mead and delicate floral liqueurs seem to be the alcoholic offerings but there's carafes of chilled fruit water steeped with mint for anyone who's not inclined towards spirits.
If you're feeling bold, the cleared space near the musicians makes a perfect dance floor. Perhaps you find yourself drawn into a dance, or perhaps you linger at the buffet, trading stories with a stranger over a shared plate of sugared pastries. Or maybe you'll take the opportunity to introduce yourself to your host now they've made an appearance.
Eventually, as the night wears thin, the quartet's melody softens to a gentle hum. Candlelight flickers low. The attendants appear once more, smiling as they begin to guide everyone toward the final stop of the evening.
At the head of the room stands your host, Princess Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. Draped in pale gold, they look every bit the part of a royal... though the slightly nervous way they adjust their posture speaks of someone not entirely at ease in the spotlight. When they catch sight of the assembled guests, though, they brighten a bit. Their hands are clasped too tightly around their wine glass, but their voice is bright and earnest.
- "Ah - good evening, everyone! I - well, goodness, where does one even begin?
First of all, thank you. Truly, thank you all for coming here - to Rosavelle, and to me. I know this must all seem terribly strange - one moment you were in your own world, and the next you're here. It's strange to me too, you know. I've been imagining this for weeks, and yet somehow it still doesn't feel quite real.
Ah - oh! I suppose I should introduce myself properly. My name is Calanthe Rosabella Petalia de Amoré. I am the Crown Princess of Rosavelle, soon to be its sovereign, though I admit that still feels a little surreal to say aloud.
I invited you here because - well, I imagine all of you read your invitations. The Everbloom, our kingdom's oldest and most sacred magic, is bound to the heart and mine is… embarrassingly, quite uneducated in such matters. I couldn't imagine anyone in this world I could burden with such a problem and so I thought - perhaps - those who come from other worlds might help me."
... suddenly, they look sheepish.
- "That said, ah - there is a small complication. It is. Um. Frowned upon by most scholars to interfere with the affairs of other worlds, even with the best of intentions and I fear it would cause quite a stir if word got out. So for the time being, we'll need to keep your origins a secret. Please don't worry, though - we've arranged everything you'll need. Over the next month, we'll be teaching you about Rosavelle and all its customs so that when you venture out for the Wilting festival, you'll feel quite at home.
I realize that's rather a lot to ask, and I'm - well, I'm deeply grateful for your patience. I promise to do my best to make this worth your while.
So, once again, thank you. For answering my invitation. For being here, together, tonight.
Now then-"
They raise their glass, cheeks pink but eyes bright.
- "To new beginnings, and to the bonds we have yet to form. May they bloom as beautifully as the flowers of Rosavelle... oh, that sounded quite good, didn't it? A toast - to all of you!"
As the toast echoes through the hall, the music swells again - a graceful waltz this time - and attendants sweep forward to usher guests toward the buffet tables.
There's something for every palate: platters of lemon-butter shrimp and rosemary-crusted fish, seared scallops on saffron rice and fillets of calendula-cured salmon alongside oysters resting in crushed ice and lobsters cracked open beside dishes of herb butter. It's not all seafood, either - whole roasted ducks glazed in something fruity dot the table, alongside lamb, chicken and a mouthwatering roast beef.
Between the platters, bowls of vegetables offer roasted root vegetables glistening with sweet glaze, delicate salads strewn with edible petals, caramelized carrots, blistered cherry tomatoes and crisp greens grown. And, of course, baskets of warm, golden bread wait beside whipped butter and creamy sauces.
If you're in the mood for sweets, there's desserts in dizzying abundance: sugared fruit tarts, meringues shaped like blossoms, chocolate soufflés dusted with candied violet, and pastries of all kinds filled with custard, chocolate and all manner of fruity, flowery fillings.
A side table gleams with crystal decanters and goblets: bottles of wine, deeply colored mead and delicate floral liqueurs seem to be the alcoholic offerings but there's carafes of chilled fruit water steeped with mint for anyone who's not inclined towards spirits.
If you're feeling bold, the cleared space near the musicians makes a perfect dance floor. Perhaps you find yourself drawn into a dance, or perhaps you linger at the buffet, trading stories with a stranger over a shared plate of sugared pastries. Or maybe you'll take the opportunity to introduce yourself to your host now they've made an appearance.
Eventually, as the night wears thin, the quartet's melody softens to a gentle hum. Candlelight flickers low. The attendants appear once more, smiling as they begin to guide everyone toward the final stop of the evening.
HOUSEWARMING
The banquet winds to a gentle close and ne by one, the guests are gathered once more by the castle attendants who lead the way through dimly glowing corridors. The halls are quieter now, the rosy light of evening filtering through stained glass in sleepy shades of pink and gold. Everyone is lead through the castles and out into the grounds, their splendor only a little dulled by the darkness starting to settle over the castle.
"Your lodgings are just ahead," the lady in waiting says, her voice hushed out of respect for the hour. "You've each been assigned to a house - named for the flowers that chose you."
Slowly but surely, everyone's names are called and each person is supplied a heavy brass key to a house named for a flower you may have seen blooming somewhere today. When they speak the name of your house, something in you stirs with faint, inexplicable recognition, like you know it already - or maybe it knows you.
In any case, the barracks themselves are nothing like the name implies: warm, inviting, and softly lit by enchanted lanterns. Each house has its own cozy common area where low couches and plush chairs are gathered around softly glowing hearths. A long table in the center has been set with some late-night comforts, in case you somehow have any room left in your belly - plates of fruit and pastries, steaming pots of tea, and rich cocoa dusted with rose sugar.
The attendants leave you to settle in for the night, with a promise that the barracks staff will prepare meals from tomorrow onwards but mostly, you'll be left to your own devices. You could just track down your room and crash for the night but now seems as good a time as any to get to know your new housemates.
"Your lodgings are just ahead," the lady in waiting says, her voice hushed out of respect for the hour. "You've each been assigned to a house - named for the flowers that chose you."
Slowly but surely, everyone's names are called and each person is supplied a heavy brass key to a house named for a flower you may have seen blooming somewhere today. When they speak the name of your house, something in you stirs with faint, inexplicable recognition, like you know it already - or maybe it knows you.
In any case, the barracks themselves are nothing like the name implies: warm, inviting, and softly lit by enchanted lanterns. Each house has its own cozy common area where low couches and plush chairs are gathered around softly glowing hearths. A long table in the center has been set with some late-night comforts, in case you somehow have any room left in your belly - plates of fruit and pastries, steaming pots of tea, and rich cocoa dusted with rose sugar.
The attendants leave you to settle in for the night, with a promise that the barracks staff will prepare meals from tomorrow onwards but mostly, you'll be left to your own devices. You could just track down your room and crash for the night but now seems as good a time as any to get to know your new housemates.
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H-Hey uh...don't, you know. Don't bow? It's nice to meet you.
Name's Darin. Darin Altway, Master Smith and second to the forgemaster of Belsaid's Blacksmith. What the hell happened? You're the second guy I've met that was hurt when he got here.
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Ah, my leg? I, uh...
Pissed off a really mean dog.
[To be clear, this is only true insomuch as he is calling a highly-ranked army commander a son of a bitch. Which he would. And did, to said commander's face. What can he say, he was cranky.]
Was the other guy Bulat? I saw him in the infirmary. He and I might've had the same idea, gambling on the magic letter as an escape hatch.
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Yeah, Bulat! Big guy? Awesome hair?
...Wait, you used the letter to escape the dog you pissed off?! How big and angry was that freakin' dog, man?!
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[Smiling awkwardly, Yoojin shrugs and dips his head to the side in a gesture that conveys a fat load of nothing about what Bulat is "just." AHEM. A-ANYWAY.]
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[Darin's concern melts into a wry, teasing grin.]
I mean, I'm no stranger to fights, but I can't say I've pissed off many dogs. People? Absolutely. Monsters? I've been known to deal with a few dangerous ones. But never dogs.
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Enough about that kidnapping dog bastard. What kind of monsters have you fought?
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[He has to pause for a second.]
Let's see here, there's Woodwargs and Snapdragons...these big carnivorous plant...things. Grandfishers which are these huge birds with needle-like beaks...
Oh! Judo Crabs! Imagine a crab the size of an ox with claws the size of anvils! Those bastards scuttle ships and have really mean right hooks!
And I've wrangled a couple of wyverns here and there...
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[Yoojin grins, losing the sarcastic edge that flavored the dog commentary.]
There are all these magic users and martial artists, but I hadn't heard a peep until now about monsters. I was starting to think my world was the odd one out!
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[Darin laughs and crosses his arms over his barrel chest.]
Honestly, aside from the weird type of magic, this world isn't much different from my own from what I've seen. All I need is a forge to work at and I'll be set as far as I'm concerned!
[Yoojin you may have just met an RPG character.]
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Yeah, you said you were a smith! What do you do, weapons and armor? Nice!
[Not that he actually waited for Darin's answer there.]
So do you hunt monsters to get your materials, or is it more of a life hazard than an occupational one?
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[But Darin jolts suddenly.]
I...what?! How did you know?! That research isn't public! It's what I based my Master's Certification on!!
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[Yoojin, who's always secretly a little worried he's going to fuck up irreparably in public, blinks at the sudden turn in the conversation.]
I mean, it's... what... we do? In my world, I mean. Dungeon materials and monster parts are some of the most highly-sought goods in... hell, most industries now.
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[At this point, Darin's gripping Yoojin by the shoulders and could probably just fold him in half lengthwise.]
So it's real?! It's got real, practical applications?! My theories can be proven?!?!
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Y-yeah? I--uh, here, let me see if I can show you anything...
[His gaze shifts away for a moment, like he's reading something invisible, but then he remembers something else.]
Oh! My earrings!
[He removes the piercing from one of his ears and holds it out to Darin for his inspection. It looks simple enough, just a stud set with a red gemstone, but...]
Not only do these boost my mana--I mean, my magic--but they also come with a shield skill. I have no clue what they're made of, but there's no way mana stones aren't involved, and you can only get those from monsters. I used to have manticore leather gloves, too, and my brother's sword is made out of a whole dragon, somehow...
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Dragon sword...?
[With Darin's hands clamped down on Yoojin's shoulders, Darin hangs his head. He's flat out trembling and considering how prideful he was about his appointment as a Master smith, maybe he's devastated that someone else has made so much more progress than him? Other world be damned, Darin has been working and refining this theory for the past few years of his life!]
That's...
I can't....!
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[Oh. Turns out he wasn't trembling. Just vibrating out of the visual spectrum. His head snaps up, his eyes literally on fire. And when Yoojin points to his earrings, Darin continues to completely ignore personal space and gets in real close to examine them.]
S-Shield skill?! And no mana stones?! No crystals?! Han Yoojin, this is the coolest thing I've ever seen! You have to tell me everything you know! Let me draw the earrings! Can I see the skill in action?! What exactly is a "skill?" Is it a latent ability that manifests through the monster's organic parts?! Can they be transferred?! IMPROVED?!
I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS AND THIS IS THE BEST THING TO HAPPEN TO ME IN LIKE A MONTH!!!
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Man, I wish my buddy Myungwoo was here! He's the only true blacksmith-class Hunter in my world, so he's the one you'd want to ask questions. As for me--
[Holding the earring, Yoojin activates its skill. A forcefield-like shield of shimmering blue octagons rises into existence between him and Darin. Behind it, Yoojin grins.]
I know a thing or two about skills, at least. Some people have them, too, where I'm from. We call those people Awakened.
So what do you wanna know first?
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[He has to remind himself that he has to hide what he can do, otherwise people might not see him very favorably. Life is hard when you're the reincarnation of a demonic god of prophesied destruction.]
Well, for starters...does using a skill require any physical exertion or mastery? Does it take physical toll on your stamina? On the item in question?
How long does this shield last?
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Depends on the skill. It's a broad catch-all term, you know, so there are all different types. Physical skills, like a special super-strong punch or something, take more physical exertion, and skills that are more magical or mental in nature--like laying a curse on someone or reading memories--would be more taxing on the mind. But that's a big simplification. I mean, I've suffered physical effects from overusing mental skills, and it's not like you don't use your brain to move your body, either. It's just some things use more of one or the other, and they all use mana. Like... magical life energy.
Passive skills, on the other hand, are always active, so they probably don't use much mana at all. I'd've said they don't use any, but... there's probably some toll.
And of course, stronger skills take more power. That's just common sense.
Ah, everything I just said refers to people using skills themselves without an item, by the way. In the latter case, I think it probably depends on the item in question? It doesn't cost me anything to activate this shield, for example, but these earrings are S-rank items--that is, they're really, really special and rare, and the mana required to maintain the shield's probably stored in them somehow. But I've also used a firearm that I have to charge with my own mana to shoot. I feel like, when it comes to weapons and other specialized tools, knowing how to use 'em proficiently matters.
As for these earrings in particular... [Though Yoojin puts the one he removed back in his ear, the shield remains in place between them.] The shield stays up for as long as I want, unless it's hit with something stronger than its grade. The earrings are S-rank, but the shield skill is ranked B, so someone with an A-rank skill or strength could smash through it. Wouldn't break the earrings, though, so you could still use the skill again later.
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I'm familiar with mana, my world has it too. Though, on my world, mana is broken down into the four cardinal elemental types. Earth, Fire, Wind, and Water. From those four, there's the four known secondary combinations: Ice, Lightning, Wood, and Blast. What you're describing...at least the Active Skill types that require more mana burn to "activate" are "Techs" or "Techniques" to people back home.
Most of our mana research is spent around developing new Spells and Techniques. Most soldiers can't use their mana well enough to channel them into physical Techniques and currently there's research underway in trying to imbue weapons and equipment with Mana Stones. Crystallized concentrations of specific mana types. Unfortunately, the only people who utilize them right now are casters who actually have a proficiency with that specific elemental type. It's all really...restrictive.
That's what I was trying to find a way around by using a monster's innate bond with the world's mana to enhance weapons and armor. Possibly leading to people being able to utilize and develop their own unique Techniques.
This is incredible! You've just proved it can be done!
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If he seems slightly struck by the idea of a monster's innate bond with mana, he doesn't pursue it. And if he looks suddenly a little uncomfortable when Darin circles behind him, he brightens easily enough by the end.]
Heh! Happy to help.
[Yoojin wins by doing nothing!
He deactivates the shield, since it's kind of eye-catching and they're at a party. Then, briefly, he rocks his weight on his crutches, thinking something through and then deciding, yeah, why not?]
Hey, uh, the mana stones I get in my world might be different from yours, but do you want some to work with? The ones I have with me are all crushed up, but I don't need 'em right now.
[Yoojin lifts one hand, and right there, all of a sudden, a small glass bottle of glittering shards appears.
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[Darn eyes the bottle with obvious interest.]
I can't just take them off of your hands without properly compensating you. And I don't any of the money I have is worth anything here.
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[He pats his injured leg. Callie's invitation came at the right time and all that.]
I'm sure I'll need a lot of help until this sucker's healed. Besides. [He smiles, big and genuine.] I like making friends with craftspeople. You guys come up with the coolest stuff, seriously!
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