Anticipation rising (Moore)

[Anastasia]

Finnegan rises all in one lithe movement, more like flowing water than mere flesh. He gestures and his hood takes position of its own accord, "Then how about right now?"

[Nephrite]

Moore smiles and gives a helpless shrug. "Certainly."

[Anastasia]

Okay, how are you going to boost his checks?

[Nephrite]

Song of Fortune: +5 to one skill check (1 bardic use)

Inspire Competence: +8 morale bonus (1 bardic use)

He can also give him +5 once if it's an important check, this only works once a day.

Moore has 27 bardic music uses available to him.

He can also try a perform (oratory) or profession (motivational speaker) check to just give Finnegan some confidence.

Moore can also technically help out himself via Divine Insight if Finnegan wants the assistance that way.

[Anastasia]

Durations on those?

[Nephrite]

Oh, excuse me, Melody of Fortune is 2 uses, both Competence and Melody of Fortune last up to 2 minutes a piece. I'm not sure if that means you can make multiple checks within that timeframe and they all get the bonus or if it's just 1 but it still lasts that long.

[Anastasia]

This is hours and hours of work, he needs longer term boosts. He's doing it by hand, not magic.

[Nephrite]

Well I really don't have anything that lasts longer so he'll just have to help him by hand I guess. The songs themselves all have a limit of 2 minutes regardless. He can help at critical junctures I guess but that's really all I can offer. I don't have anything that makes this stuff last longer.

[Anastasia]

Okay, make an oratory check for motivation.

[Nephrite]

[14:36] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+38+15+12 Perform(oratory)
[14:36] <Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea> Nephrite roll for Plushie_Mushroom_Ithea < 82 > [d20=17]

[Anastasia]

Hours of hard work pass. Finnegan pounds metal into place, heating it and then forging it together. You aren't sure how he does it, but he weaves the metal together like yarn. It flexes in ways it shouldn't, wrapping around itself and merging. As he does, you notice him sing a few instinct words under his breath. You aren't sure what they are offhand, but they do sound like elven.

[Nephrite]

"Song to keep your own concentration?" Moore asks, wiping at some sweat on his face.

[Anastasia]

Finnegan's not sweating at all, even as he pounds metal into place. "Old elven trick I picked up from a group of..." He pauses, "Metalsingers is the best translation." Pound, pound, pound, his hammer ringing out as he shapes one leg of the horse. "A few words and a bit of the magic in all elves can help shape metal. It works, even if the effect's minimal. Works better for whittling wood."

[Nephrite]

"Huh, a natural affinity? Interesting." Moore nods as he takes a breath. "I need to find a better way to get my motivational magic to last longer... I think that's going to be my next personal project."

[Anastasia]

"All elves are magical creatures," Finnegan keeps on pounding, "Not like humans, who only have magic if they try. An elf is magic, it's only a question of if we learn to use it."