Lucia had her novice equipment all laid out, her expression contemplative as she looked over each of her arrows, her quiver, her bow and her Grimoire. She chose to do this in a place without prying eyes, deep in the grassy hills where she had cover thanks to the terrain and tall grasses, after all people in this world didn't seem to approve of her choice in magic. What she needed wasn't their approval though, merely their attention which was why she didn't dread or regret her choice after she found out. Instead, she only needed to think of how she could possibly maximize her efforts to make her abilities as noteworthy and interesting as possible to keep the spotlight for herself in every situation... It also didn't hurt to consider how she should go about making others realize that provoking her was a bad idea, to protect her perfect world and keep it perfect. Her eyes fell first to her arrows, they would be her primary means of attack after all. Even if she was strongest when using Malefimancy and her Grimoire, Archery is how she would hide herself from the ignorant common man and hide from the eyes of those who would prosecute her. Her arrows naturally had to be powerful enough to create the guise that she was skilled with archery and at the same time elude to her having other skills that she didn't to cover things up. Her ritual would start with simple soils and grasses; things she collected from the hill side, she would make these arrows the most toxic and heinous she could. She arranged the soil in a particular formation, using it to draw brown lines in the otherwise green grassy field. The grasses she happened to chose were those that she identified as being unfit for eating, she could only assume and guess that this was because they were toxic or unhealthy for some reason or another. She didn't really care exactly why or how, her goal wasn't to concoct some typical alchemic solution or poison that needed a fancy recipe. Instead she only wanted as many toxic and unhealthy things as she could gather to compliment these lines she was drawing. Placing and burying the grasses at the corners of her formation, using the brown dirts to bury them, she began using Malefimancy to cast her spell and curse her arrow heads with the power of Rot. The arrow heads began to change slowly from normal metals to a sinister green metal. The shafts grew a bit darker, but not enough to mistake them for anything other then wood. Cursing the arrows was a marvelous idea she thought, this way she could claim to be an alchemist, it would be a trick she would come to use often. "Now, I just need to do something with my Grimoire and Bow..." She couldn't help turning her attention to her bow and grimoire as well. A harsh hum coming from her as her brow furrowed, unlike her arrows, these two would need more work, not to mention her quiver and her armor as well. She would have to find hexes and runes for each of them that were appropriate and wouldn't also harm her in the process. "... There's still time. I don't have to rush." She murmured reaching down for her tools grabbing them all up again. This time, she was particularly careful of the arrow heads of her arrows. Even if she they weren't an incredible threat to her as the caster, it was still unnecessary damage. She gathered her things up, only shooting one last glance to her quiver that would end up rotting from her arrows if she wasn't careful. "... No, I can't be lazy, I still need to do one more." She sighed and began using her stripping and eating knife to carve runes into the Quiver's underside. It was a place where people wouldn't easily look or think to spy at. After all, who would look into someone's quiver for anything outside of contraband? Examining the interior closely enough to see something carved into the bottom was silly and something only someone paranoid would do. She carved the reverse version of her previous magical formation to give the Quiver some protection from the rot before she finally began to cautiously slide her arrows into it. Though, just as she began finishing collecting everything and binding her grimoire once more, she hesitated. While she wasn't exactly confident in the cleverness of the NPCs and other players, she was still a little worried one or two of them might get lucky. She needed a back up plan for the back up plan, a kill switch in case someone tried to confiscate her equipment for investigation. She had a few ideas, but they weren't particularly welcome. With a frown, she began using that knife from before to carve the skin of her hip as cautiously as possible, creating a formation to erase the curses and protection on her arrows and quiver. This would come to be something she might regret or might be thankful for in the future. Drawing that formation she only drew a portion of it, leaving a few lines out for her to complete when she needed to destroy her work. When all that was finally done, she licked her hand and smeared saliva over the injury a few times to prevent herself from bleeding all of her HP out. Feeling relieved, confident and reinforced properly, she began to set out once more deciding that this would be the place she cursed her tools in the future.
