Going into one of the forges of the city...Siglos got to work. Taking out his crafting equipment, he began laying the groundwork for his newest creation. Slowly he reached into his bag, grabbing the most robust metal he could find; a powerful steel alloy that could withstand heavy blows without denting or breaking apart. The strength of the metal would make it somewhat more difficult to shape, but Siglos knew that for what he had planned, he needed something that could withstand punishment. The amount of metal he grabbed was rather small, clearly not attempting to forge any conventional weapon or armor.
"...A-alright..." Siglos thought. Slowly, he began to heat the metal, using his own minor fire magic combined with the intense heat of the forge to bring it to a more malleable shape. Grabbing some of his equipment, he began to shape the metal into two, thick rings. He had plenty of experience forging rings like this during his time in the church, having spent countless hours mass producing similar equipment. Yet, this was…different. Each of Siglos's movements was purposeful and calculated, without waste or room for mistakes. This wasn't the mass-produced equipment he had made for the army…this was special to him.
Once the basic rings were formed and cooled, Siglos set one of the rings aside, before focusing his efforts on the larger of the two. Swapping his tools in his hand…he began to decorate the jewelry. Within the thick metal, he carved the image of two broad wings, spreading outward along either side of the ring. Above where the two wings intercepted, stood four large horns, the mighty bones pointing upward towards the top of the ring. In between the two horns…stood a singular, shining emerald; Siglos having shined the gem himself to ensure it was as beautiful as the person he would present it to. Turning his attention to the smaller of the two rings, he decorated it with two, large, curved horns, surrounded by a halo-like shape near the top of the ring.
Once that process was completed…he turned his attention to the enchantments themselves. Hovering his hand over the rings…he slowly began to cover them with mana, gradually shaping and altering the substance into a variety of complex shapes and runes. This was the most critical aspect of the rings, and Siglos was forced into deep concentration as he gradually manipulated the mana on the surface of the metal.
"…He did it…like this…" Siglos thought, slowly running his fingers along the outer surface. Out of all the notes he had taken from Cornelius' work, one of the things he had referred back to the most…was his sound enchantments. While he seemingly didn't share this knowledge to the world at large, his notes contained the groundwork for the perfect translator enchantment. Activated via thought, the ring's magic would convert the user's feelings and intent into actual, audible speech, the words being completely understandable in the common language. The projected voice varied depending on the individual, with the magic melding with whatever pitch and tone the user found most comfortable at any given moment. In Layman's terms…it gave a functional voice, to those who otherwise would be unable to speak.
The enchantment itself was, obviously, complex. Siglos used both his Mana Hearing and his Mana Sight to shape the mana down to the minute detail. It was an arduous process, Siglos forced to reference his notes throughout the process …yet eventually…
"…I…I d-did it…" Siglos murmured, his voice nearly a whisper as he stared at the two, enchanted rings. Sweat coated his body, his arms trembling violently from fatigue…yet, a broad smile was visible on his face. Slowly he slumped onto a nearby chair, taking a shaky breath.
"...I…wonder what she'll think. What…what she'll sound like…" Siglos said softly. He stared at the rings for a long while, before gently getting onto his feet.
"…M-my works not finished…" He thought to himself. Gently he laid his hands on the rings again, using much of his remaining energy to coat the rings in another layer of mana. He began to add several additional enchantments to it, mainly the increased toughness and elemental resistance he had given Jeanne's armor, in addition to an automatic repair and reshaping function, allowing the user to alter the size of the ring as they saw fit, within reason.
Once fully complete…he gently slipped the two rings inside his bag, before dragging himself out of the blacksmith's forge, breathing heavily. He had nearly completed depleted his mana, and, had he gone any further, would have collapsed from Mana Sickness.
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