Equipment Printing School Mage

Equipment Printing School Mage

By Leslie Green

Summary:

Tags: DND Essay, Faerun, Mage

Summary: The Paladin pushed open the door to the Mage Tower and shouted, "Emmya, I've confirmed that there's something wrong with the blueprint. It's impossible to build a Holy Avenger with it. Don't waste any more time!"

"...Is there something wrong with the blueprint?" Mage Emiya raised the five holy swords in confusion. "Then what are these things I just created?"

******Introduction to the Second Edition************

The Demonic Network has been silent for a hundred years.

The souls of mortals gradually fall into the hands of the devil, and the cycle of death is about to begin.

To purge evil, overturn hell, blast through the hazy realm, and let the light of magic and goodness shine again, a sword alone is not enough.

Works related

Lunya's Emiya character card (end of volume 1)

----------------Basic Information------------------

Name: Emiya of Lunya

Sex: Male

Alignment: Lawful Good

[Occupation] and level: Mage, level 9

[Race]: Human

【Background】: Earthling (Special)

Body type: medium

Height: 182cm

Weight: 75kg

Age: 20

Appearance: Short red hair, amber pupils, wearing a white robe, with a cold and unchanging expression. The end of the eyebrow has an unusual lightning-shaped bend.

[Attribute Value]: Racial attribute bonus, Agility 1 Constitution 1

Strength 13 (+1)

Constitution 18 (+4)

Agility 18 (+4)

Intelligence 20 (+5)

Perception 12 (+1)

Charisma 14 (+2)

HP: 74

Armor Class: AC=17 (Mage Armor)

Speed: 30 feet

---------------------Proficient in projects and languages---------------------

熟练值：+4（1-4级为+2,5级为+3,9级+4,13级+5,17级+6）

Armor: None

Weapons: dagger, dart, sling, staff, light crossbow, longsword, longbow

Saving Throws: Intelligence +9, Wisdom +6, Constitution +8

Skills: Arcana, Religion, Athletics (racial)

Tools: Chef's Tools (Racial)

Languages: Celestial + Common + Elvish + Infernal + Draconic

--------------------------------Professional and racial abilities and specialties-----------

professional ability:

Expertise and attribute improvements:

Battlecaster (race)

Strengthen your body and mind (Physique) (Level 4)

Chef (Constitution) (Level 8)

Intelligence +4 (wish)

Spell save DC = 17

Spell Attack Bonus = 9

---------------------attack---------------------

Weapon: Longsword: +5 attack, 1d6+1

Longbow: +9 attack, 1d8+4

------background------

first part:

Emya of Lunia was not a native of Faerun—of course, if you know anything about Faerun's history, you should know that this is very common—but compared to other forerunners, Emya was very lucky. The culprit who summoned him to Faerun was willing to take responsibility for his own magical experiments and thus taught him everything he had learned.

However, Emiya's mentor did not know how to get to Earth, and Emiya had given up hope.

After several years of studying in hell, the situation changed - Emilia inadvertently showed a talent for perceiving and transforming matter, and partially repaired a crystal sword that should have been completely destroyed.

So, everything began - he was kicked out of the Mage Tower by his teacher and began his journey with the goal of repairing the sword.

The gift he received before leaving was: "If you can repair this sword, then after that, you will definitely be able to return to your hometown."

Part 2: ******************************Not unlocked yet***************************************

Another Self in the World

A man was kidnapped in his own hotel

The firelight on the stone wall flickered slightly, driving away the closedness and darkness of the inn.

The Friendly Arms Inn is located on the shores of Sword Coast, smack dab in the middle of a north-south thoroughfare. Its unique location means it's always packed with guests. Evenings during the busy farming season are when the inn is bustling.

At the same time, due to the scale of the hotel and the uniqueness of this continent, it also undertakes an open but unusual transaction.

In every corner of this world, there are possibilities of bandits and magic.

Therefore, adventurers could become a legitimate profession. Adventurers gained spoils from searching mountains and seas, and naturally needed a place to sell them.

The inns they frequented all smelled of money, and their receptionists were often well-informed. The Friendly Arm was no exception.

The receptionist at the Friendly Arms was named Emiya. He was a young man in his early twenties, about 1.8 meters tall, wearing an unusual white robe.

Usually only mages and scholars would dress like this.

Two sets of black chain mail were placed in front of Emilia, and their current owners were staring at him covetously.

There were two fully armed warriors, one of whom was sitting at the table in deep thought, while the other was standing in front of the counter with a menacing look.

The man in charge of the negotiations was shaking his fist in dissatisfaction in front of Emilia, shouting like thunder: "Why are these two pieces of armor 50% off? Aren't repairable spoils of war all bought at 10% off?"

"If you don't explain your reasons clearly, your black market will become famous!"

The warrior's roar gave Emiya a slight tinnitus. He glanced up at the unfriendly guest, sighed, and didn't respond immediately. If it were just any thug, he would have gone to the tavern guard. But facing a warrior who had truly seen blood, it would be better for him to do it himself... At least he was a true mage.

Emiya picked up the chain mail in front of her and shook it slightly, causing the rings of the mail to collide with each other and make a sound.

The sound is dull.

Then, the young man placed his hands on his armor and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He concentrated his spirit on his right hand, no longer relying on light, but instead relying on magic and spirit to synchronize with the armor in his hand.

And this is the biggest difference between him and ordinary people.

The moment he synchronized with the armor, the armor seemed to become as huge as a mountain, and he became as small as dust.

It is also through this dislocation of the senses that Emiya is able to glimpse the true structure of matter.

He saw that the armor was not made of metal, but of fibers woven into bundles.

These plant tissues rotate and entwine with each other and are arranged extremely tightly together.

However, at the neck guard of the armor, this dense structure has been completely cut off by external forces, and the fibers have become scattered like weeds.

This kind of plant product obviously cannot be repaired like ordinary metal armor or leather armor.

As a result, these two pieces of armor were transformed from [damaged items to be repaired] to [combustible waste].

After being convinced of her conclusion, Emilia raised her head without changing her expression and met the eyes of the aggressive knight.

"Then I will explain it more clearly."

"This armor is made of plant fiber. This type of specialized armor is extremely difficult to repair, so we can't buy it at a 10% discount."

"Varied--"

The warrior in front of him took off his helmet in anger, revealing his face: he had blond hair and looked very young.

"What plant?! This armor wasn't taken from a druid."

Seeing that her guest was not giving up, Emilia's face finally darkened: "If you want to see the evidence, then take a closer look."

After knowing the conclusion, it is much easier to find clues.

Metals will show through the light, but plants will not.

The average receptionist would have no idea that this unassuming armor actually concealed such a secret, and naturally, no way of thinking of this verification method.

But Emiya is no ordinary receptionist.

Emiya chanted the spell in a low voice, and a fist-sized dazzling ball of light appeared at her fingertips, which she placed close to the chainmail.

The nail ring was still dark, easily absorbing all light.

"See? Metal products will reflect the light. This is okay, right?"

"The half-off price we paid was more for information acquisition. The armor itself is already useless."

However, to Emiya's surprise, the blond young man completely put aside the matter of the chain mail at this time.

His guest was staring intently at the ball of light in his hand.

Then, he slammed his hands on the counter with a dull thud. "...Light spell? You're a mage? A mage who knows about weapons and equipment?!"

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Of course it's related. There's no other wizard in all of Faerun who understands this!"

At the same time, another soldier suddenly stood up and strode towards the counter.

Although the young man was already considered strong and powerful, his traveling companion was even stronger, making one doubt his race.

Orcs, ogres, half-giants...anyway, not humans.

He was nearly two meters tall, and over his shoulders one could see the hilt of a two-handed giant sword, and at his waist was a half-sword. His explosive muscles could almost burst the chain mail on his body.

Once a person like this stands upright, they can plunge ordinary people into darkness with just their shadow.

He simply stood up, and the sound of his footsteps instantly silenced the noisy hotel.

His traveling companion patted him on the shoulder and said, “Leon, leave this to me.”

The young man named Leon's eyes lit up almost immediately, and he quickly walked to the side, making room for him to communicate with Emiya - it was obvious that among the two, the strong man was the real decision-maker.

However, the sturdy man's behavior was far beyond Emilia's expectations.