A day or two after their latest score, Ifriti finally has time to look through one of the books she got as her initial payment from the crew. She'd been expecting another snippet of information about one of the rituals she'd been trying to piece together. Instead she was delighted to find it contained the missing clues she needed to complete it. Her mind raced with the thrill of finally finally getting to perform some real old world magic as she put the pieces together and formed a completed ritual.
Then she had to go to a few shops. A goldsmith for some gold dust and a gembroker for, she decided rubies would fit her best. It was a shame to have to crush them, as small and imperfect as the ones she purchased were. The alcohol, a favorite iruvian wine, wasn't particularly hard to acquire.

The next day she went by Qwellen's place and invited her along, promising something most exciting. She took her to the Anglerfish and they secluded themselves in the workshop space. She briefly wondered at what the previous crew might have used this space for. Probably not ritual magic, she concluded with a grin to herself.
Then they began the work of making the magic circle and all its complex symbols with gold dust and crushed rubies, after they'd lit the room with candles and put out the electroplasmic lights. Then the filled the bowl with the wine. And then Ifriti placed her lightning hook in the circle. Then finally they began their fire hours of chanting. Mostly in hadrathi, including a few rather archaic words. But also a few words from a language that Ifriti believed was far older still.

When they were done, the gold and ruby dust of the magic circle slithered along the ground to the lightning hook, covering it entirely and then it began to glow red hot. The dust melted and the lightning hook grew so hot it glowed too brightly for the pair to look directly at for a few moments. Then there was the hissing sound of something rapidly cooling and the lightning hook had been transformed. Before them was something resembling a wizard's staff from the old faerie tales. While it still could collapse like the lightning hook it had once been, its steel seemed to have been transformed to copper and it had lines of gold and ruby wrapped around it. The loop of wire had been replaced with a head that was somewhat similar to a tuning fork... or perhaps horns.
Sharing a look of amazement with her friend, Ifriti only waited a few moments longer to ensure it was cool enough to touch before picking it up. She could immediately feel the power of it and smiled, in a slightly wicked way, involuntarily. After taking a moment to just enjoy the sensation, she remembered to test if it still worked as a lightning hook. At the very thought of it, electricity arced between the forked points at the end. She jumped at the sudden crackle of it. And then her smiled widened further. A bit later on she remembered to check that it could still be charged like a normal lightning hook and found that there didn't seem to be any way to access its internal mechanisms and she couldn't sense the presence of electroplasm in it. Just the magic staff's own blazing elemental power.

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Performing Magical Weapon ritual. With assistance from Qwellen. 3 Stress for Ifriti and Spending 1 Coin and 1 Downtime action.

Magic Weapon is for Ifriti and its unique property is that while using it, Pushing for Tempest costs only 1 Stress.

Attune: (3d6)[6][3][6](15)