The weaponcrafting shop had a unique smell, metallic with a hint of acid, and some aromatic herbs mingled with the incense that tried its hardest to combat the warring odors of alchemy, forging, and enchanting that permeated every crack of the room. In the center of the room was an ingenious combination of dispenser and smelter, the student would need only state the material and quantity, and it would be poured from one of the ports into whatever mold the student had prepared. Drains were also present below these ports to catch and recycle the inevitable spills from the inevitable student that was too slow, too overeager, or two generous with their materials request.
The workbenches the students used for their craft were solid, specially treated stone designed to be harder than steel, and less reactive than glass, and tilted slightly so that any spills would drain off without any significant trouble.
Bent over one of these work stations was Qualeh, He was nearing the completion of his first weapon, a dagger. He had treated the iron with a mixture of Oak leaf, Oxeye daisy, and Dahlia. He had wrapped the handle with a layer of leather and then a second layer of softer yarn. The pommel had a peridot set in it, and the blade was a cone that tapered to a needle point.
He was working on the final enchantment, something to make certain that the dagger would remain sharp and readily available. After placing a level wooden plank on his desk, he carefully ground up Ivy with Lemon blossom, then wrapped the mixture in an Arum flower. He dissolved the parcel in a weak acid, and hummed a few ominous lines in latin while tracing a circle on the wood with the acid solution. The circle prepared, Qualeh picked up the progressing blade, checked his aim, and then plunged the point of the dagger into the center of the wood.
Lines of green energy pulled away from the circle into the grain of the wood, and flowed through the wood onto the dagger, where it traced a matrix of energy into the metal. The wood cracked, and disintegrated into innumerable splinters.
Qualeh coughed at the sudden sawdust, and conjured a swarm of ant-like creatures to start cleaning up the dust. "Well, I suppose all that's left is to test it." Glancing around, he noticed that he wasn't the only one finishing up. Most of the other first years had gone for weapons with a greater flare, one had a flaming sword, another had a bow crackling with electricity, and a third had an ax that was marginally larger than he was.
Other students began to trickle over to the teacher to have him inspect their weapons. Qualeh was second in line, behind the student with the electric bow, but in front of the student with the flaming sword. Time seemed to slow as the teacher inspected and tested the weapon of the first student, a javelin that returned after being thrown. He finally threw the Javelin, which curved off to the right, slamming harshly into the shoulder of the dummy he was aiming for. The Javelin then gleamed with a sudden intensity, and vanished, appearing in the students hands with a similar flash of light. The teacher gave a critique and some advice to the student before returning it.
The student with the electric bow handed it over to the teacher and explained how it was supposed to work. It was designed to not need arrows, and instead draw magic from the wielder to shoot an electrical discharge. The teacher nodded, and began probing the physical part of the bow after donning rubber gloves. Satisfied it wouldn't explode immediately upon drawing, The teacher pulled on the string, and the erratic arcs of electricity converged into at single stream, dancing back and forth between his fingers and the bow.
The teacher released the charge, but the electricity, no longer restrained by the magic of the bow, arced to the dispenser with an ear-splitting Crack. A few nearby students jumped at the sudden noise and light, and the teacher handed the bow back with a raised eyebrow and a comment "You need to work on it's aim." The student replied with a cough, taking the bow back and slinking back to their seat.
A nod and a small gesture beckoned Qualeh to the instructor's desk, and he handed the dagger over, stating the magic of the weapon was intended to keep the blade sharp and to increase the force put into strikes with it. The teacher nodded, and inspected the weapon, making a comment about a flaw he noticed, and complimented the design work on the pommel.
Next came time to test the magical qualities of the blade. The teacher pulled several blocks of various materials, each tougher than the next. He delivered a quick pair of blows to about half of them, then decided that was enough to make a judgement call. "The blade itself is fine, the force-enhancing enchantment is a bit weaker than normal, but then you probably won't need as much, due to the fact that it's a dagger. The enchantment keeping the point sharp was well done, it doesn't seem any duller after going through that test." He handed the dagger back, and said that he should work on creating a normal dagger without the flaw he mentioned earlier.
Qualeh nodded and fell back to his desk.