Zaak smiled wryly at Lesa's words. Of course she could handle Light of course, but would it handle her? More importantly, could reality itself handle her in such a condensed area? Unlike most other tasks, the magic could not be bound - it had to run raw and free. And Lesa had that enough. Zaak's mind flicked through a thousand possibilities, discarding them as he went. Jason walked into the room, and offered an idea.
Jason's suggestion was both entertaining and tantalizing. Zaak had noticed the fabric before, but now it was in his direct interests. His twiddling fingers froze, and as the light dimmed a collection of seemingly mismatched bits and pieces, but Zaak knew exactly where they would go. He rushed over and examined the fabric in more detail. He did a few tiny experiments in a small corner, before shaking his head. "This alone couldn't handle it. It is indeed a potent material, and would no doubt be immense help, but simply holding the magic isn't the issue. If indeed our lady here unleashed her might into this, it would be so magically charged that it would discharge to whatever it could find nearby. That is the general idea, but we need it a touch more refined than that. And besides, if it were unleashed all at once, which is the idea, the force of so much magic would kill us all. Permanently. And probably bring down a mountain or two."
He turned it over in his fingers a few more times, and smiled again. "This will be very good though. If I..." from here his voice trailed off into obscurity, the occasional piece of jargon or material name slipping through. Zaak's mind raced, mentally building it but unable to get the crux of it to work...
"EUREKA!" With a start, he began to blabber once again. He managed to slow down enough to ask Jason for enough material for such a glove, before giving entirely different orders to his wraiths. He knew exactly what was needed now... Chanting rapidly, the light between his fingers picked up again. Oh yes, this would be good...
Jason's suggestion was both entertaining and tantalizing. Zaak had noticed the fabric before, but now it was in his direct interests. His twiddling fingers froze, and as the light dimmed a collection of seemingly mismatched bits and pieces, but Zaak knew exactly where they would go. He rushed over and examined the fabric in more detail. He did a few tiny experiments in a small corner, before shaking his head. "This alone couldn't handle it. It is indeed a potent material, and would no doubt be immense help, but simply holding the magic isn't the issue. If indeed our lady here unleashed her might into this, it would be so magically charged that it would discharge to whatever it could find nearby. That is the general idea, but we need it a touch more refined than that. And besides, if it were unleashed all at once, which is the idea, the force of so much magic would kill us all. Permanently. And probably bring down a mountain or two."
He turned it over in his fingers a few more times, and smiled again. "This will be very good though. If I..." from here his voice trailed off into obscurity, the occasional piece of jargon or material name slipping through. Zaak's mind raced, mentally building it but unable to get the crux of it to work...
"EUREKA!" With a start, he began to blabber once again. He managed to slow down enough to ask Jason for enough material for such a glove, before giving entirely different orders to his wraiths. He knew exactly what was needed now... Chanting rapidly, the light between his fingers picked up again. Oh yes, this would be good...
