anesidora 4

In their newest home, the youngest of her thralls approaches; holding some sort of mold.. There's a light pause, staring as he pats out his cigarette, tossing it into the nearby grass only for it to be reclaimed by the earth.

"Marjorie," he began. "I've almost finished the design for Anesidora- Her Darkest Reflection," He spoke; he'd always loved unique titles, of course, and this would be no normal weapon. It deserved to be unique.

It deserved to be seen.

"But there are few things from you I need, first. Your bow's Orichalcum. From simple inspection, the fool's gold that lines it is refined and more pure than anything I've worked with.

Secondly? You must have Alois draw your own essence from your body. For pieces of one's spirit stand to be the strongest conductor of magic.. and the Evergrowing Manacrystal is almost ready, but must be given your essence for it to come to fruition."

For someone who definitely didn't follow Witchcraft, he seemed to know some rather vague facts about it. But for now, he presents the mana crystal; He held it out. Now, when one applicated their mana, the magic within grew- it swelled, but the mass remained the same. The volume remained untouched..!

"I have the rest of the materials ready. I only need these two things, and Anesidora's Reflection can be cast upon the world."
(Naren)

"... Ah, the bow? Sure. It holds no sentimental value. I could care less about what you do with it."

It's plucked from her back and handed to the alchemist here and now, without hesitation. She could spend a few days without the weapon if Naren's creation will finally come to fruition soon. Her Darkest Reflection.

"Anesidora," she tastes the name of her fabled crown on her tongue, approving of its sound. Naren had exquisite taste.

"My essence?" she asks, a puzzled expression washing over her features. "What does that mean, exactly? What does it entail?" Unlike Naren, her knowledge of witchcraft was limited and sparse. "Can you do it now, Alois? Or does it require specific ingredients?"

Perhaps a ritual of some sorts?
(Marjorie)

Alois Loire says, "well i'm in an overwatch game you see"

Taking the bow, Naren inspected it for few moments before he'd nod.

"Very well. And.. For the Essence, there's not much needed. But you will need to fight in a way that draws blood, or else your spirit will never truly come out.

At least, that's what I know about Witchcraft.." He declared; there's a light pause as his hand comes to affix the rose in his hair. He breathes in lightly, puffing smoke outward.

"Essence is a piece of your spirit- at least, a part of it.. As far as I know. Witches draw on it and use it to fuel their dark magic."

Once more, knowledge that seemed strange for him to know- yet, he held it.

"I'll be providing some sort of assistance with my alchemy after the fact. Whenever you have time, bestow a cursed blessing upon this crystal," he mentions to Alois. For now, though, he'd move into the backroom- where his forgelie, to work on the base of Anesidora.
(Naren)