96 096 – Fated Consequences

"…have the common essence crystals split evenly between, water, air, fire, earth, and lightning…" Lucian was languidly speaking as he leaned back against his chair, his legs resting on top of his desk.

The sound of a pen scratching onto parchment could barely be heard over the movement in the room, as Claudia sat with an irritated look as she played as the prince's scribe.

Lucian tapped his mask with his own pen, splotching dark ink onto the surface of his porcelain white mask, as he thought about how to assign his rare essence stones, "How about an even division of all the rare types of essence, throw in some, acid, poison, sound, combustion, light… uh," he paused in consideration as he thought of which ones seemed the most useful.