IC (Stralix)Stralix sat down at his workbench. On it lay a couple of pestles and mortars, some small reinforced metal containers, and a Lightstone and a Heatstone."Right," said Stralix to himself, "here goes."He picked up the two crystals and held them together. Sure enough, the Heatstone grew noticeably hotter, almost making him drop it despite the thick gloves he wore."Check," he said.Now, he pulled a mortar closer and picked up the pestle. He placed the Lightstone in the bowl, and began crushing it into powder. It was surprisingly easy to crush, and soon he had a fine, softly glowing, golden powder.He put that aside, carefully placing a lid on it.Now he picked up another pestle and mortar, and did the same thing with the heatstone. He ended up with another powder, noticeably darker but giving off a fair amount of heat."And finally - " said Stralix, pulling his goggles on from his forehead. He took one of the metal containers, and put a pinch of powdered Heatstone in. Then, going outside, and holding the container at arm's length, he dropped a sprinkle of Lightstone powder in.The resulting explosion almost wrenched his arm off. Simultaneously, there was a loud, echoing CRACK, the container shot downwards, flying out of his hand, and a jet of fire and smoke shot upwards out of it.Stralix slowly took off his goggles."Nice..." he breathed. "Very nice." Still, the trouble was that it wasn't very safe. Yes, the ingredients were cheap, and Stralix liked anything that blew up with that amount of force, but it would be difficult to store for use as an explosive. And you had to manually mix it to make it explode. He walked back inside, carrying the smoking pot and deep in thought, and began making more powder.