Iviaen had finished his enchanting task, his jaw hurt from clenching it so hard. He set his goofy wand down, still on, to admire his handiwork.
Dalaen had finally stopped laughing at the mage at this point. He was now curious, "Why do you pile them up instead of enchanting them one by one? Are you just being lazy? Doesn't that make the enchants inconsistent from one item to the next?"
"I want them to be inconsistent, it's a selling strategy." Iviaen began to inspect the items, wiping them down with a cloth. "Yes, I think this will work." One by one he stuck the items back in the bag.
Dalaen shifted to sitting cross-legged, "What do you enchant them with anyhow? You'd think something that makes someone stronger or smarter would take more effort and materials."
Iviaen got a grin on his face, "It's a trade secret."
Dalaen raised a brow, "I don't enchant so you've got nothing to worry about, just tell me."
Iviaen looked around for goblins then leaned forward towards Dalaen and whispered, "It's a suggestion spell. It suggests that you feel stronger, or faster, or smarter, or more spiritual, the stronger the suggestion, the more enhanced the wearer feels."
"So it doesn't actually really make the wearers any better?" Dalaen asked, he grinned some at the shady nature of the mage's business.
"It does, actually, in many cases." Iviaen sat up, no longer whispering. "People have great potential, but that potential is stunted by things going on up here." He points to his temples. "But an outside force subconsciously telling them they can exceed those artificial barriers allows them to. There is a real potential limit though. That people cannot exceed based only on suggestion."
Dalaen grinned a little more, "Every time I think you're an idiot you do something that reminds me why I keep you around." Dalaen had an idea, "Can you suggest anything with your trickery? Or is it just those elements you mentioned before?"
Iviaen petted the catifact, "What do you have in mind?"
"Can you encourage someone to have more confidence? Or to make someone more receptive to the amorous advances of others?" Dalaen's grin almost became sadistic.
"I suppose, though the later could be morally unacceptable if used without consent." Iviaen said, he then added, "I'm not making you special candies to help you court lady orcs."
Dalaen explained, a little excited, "Imagine, products like potions to help you have more confidence in whatever you are trying to achieve. Relieve stage fright, performance anxiety, test anxiety. Products to help you be willing to talk to that hot green orc lady with the nice hind end. Things to help a lonely girl get advances, not because no one is interested in her but because she just doesn't realize people are trying." He got to his feet, in his excitement he knocked a few of Iviaen's bottles of materials over. "We could make a fortune."
Iviaen gave Dalaen an annoyed look, "You didn't."
Dalaen looked down, "Oops."
The gassy liquid flowed across the work-surface to the still energized wand. The materials energized in a ball of mildly explosive light. The small explosion shattered the rest of the bottles and the wand, prompting a second, much larger explosion.
The explosions made no noise, but made bright flickers of light similar to what one might see during a lightning storm. Those sensitive to magic might feel a sudden increase of magical energy nearby momentarily. The enchanting materials were thrown everywhere, coating nearby things, and people, in a multi-colored translucent glowing film. The glow would last through the night but be gone before the next night fell.
Dalaen rubbed his eyes then looked at Iviaen, "You look like a rainbow exploded." He laughed a little.
Iviaen horizontally wiped the residue off his eyes, giving him a racoon-like bandit-mask of non-glow. He growled and clenched his jaw.
"A rainbow raccoon." Dalaen was too amused.
Iviaen grabbed his velvet enchanting pad and used the non-rainbowized side to wipe his face clean. He then stuck it in his bag. The catifact was under magic overload. It was white now, and ran in circles chasing its tail in the mage's lap. Iviaen growled, "This isn't funny, Dalaen."
Dalaen chuckled, "I think it's hilarious."
"I need a drink." Iviaen grabbed the catifact by its scruff and stormed back into the Salty Sailor to his previous seat. He set the squirmy cat artifact down and it chased its tail on the table. He watched it chase its tail, jaw clenched. It would be several minutes of music before he would start to calm down.
Dalaen wiped off his face then strolled in, laughing. He sat down in his previous seat and managed to stop with a sigh. He did not order a drink for himself but did order one for the mage, he even paid for it. He hadn't forgotten earlier and started glaring at Hal and Vince.
Edited by Iviaen on 5/18/2013 10:55 AM PDT