Magus memoirs

Forged allies

Ignore the beard. Rain working a forge. Mage smithing^^^:-)

--- Rains POV ---

I arrived at an abandoned smithy, but it was still in good repair. I had the raw materials, and you only need human strength... Maybe I'll make armor?

I have to stop for the night, but I need to stay busy. If I fall asleep now, I'll stay asleep, for maybe a week or so. Not good.

I sparked the forge with hell fire from Casti, and set two ingots in the cauldron to melt. Then I started to make a mold.

I was making a simple breastplate, that would go under my jacket. It would protect my heart and other organs.

I threw up the hood of the jacket, to shield my eyes against the brightness, and set about the smithing process.

Once my metal was melted, I tipped the cauldron onto the mold, filling it. Something buzzed in my ear but I waved it away, I was busy.

I focused on the forge, and began singing to the metal I was smithing. 'Johnny I hardly knew ye' seemed appropriate, being a war song.

I pulled a hammer from my void, a very , very heavy hammer, and started using that to compress the metal.

I sang 'the blacksmiths babe' as I started hammering. It told the tale of a babe who was given his fathers hammer, and told to strike hot metal, and then loved it. The story tells of his life as a blacksmith.

Eventually, I quenched it for the last time, sat down, and looked for the buzzing.

There was a smoke crow in the corner of the room, apparently sleeping. At my attention it woke, and spoke to me in Axels voice.

'How fare ye, boyo? Or 'rain' as Lila would have it.

The army is marching towards fare hall, the hidden pass is caved in, and surrounded by a hell-storm.

We'll be at the castle in four days, maximum. Stay alive, and get there, eh?

Lila tells me we're to be related sometime in the future. Good! I like you, so far. See you at castle McTavish.'

I immediately replied. 'The hell-storm was me, I'm half-dead from slaying the entire southern army there. You may get to the castle before me.

I'm moving at human speed, but I have a horse. I'll be mostly healed by the time I get there. Safe striding, jäger.'

The crow disappeared.

I picked up my breastplate. It was crackling and snapping with electricity, somehow. I guess I'd smithed lightning into it with that odd hammer. Interesting.

I strapped it on under my coat, and it fit perfectly. Ha. I still got it.

I started smithing again, gauntlets this time. I smithed them in pieces, that were to be assembled for an efficient and flexible gauntlet.

This was softer work, making that may molds, first of all, and also no great hammering was needed, so I put away the hammer, my arms thanking me for it.

I sang to it, a song of protection. It was dawn when I finished the gauntlets and greaves. The greaves attached to my already smithed boots to make them knee highs.

I mounted Scarlett, and she said 'oof, put on some weight while in that shack, did you?'

"Made some armor." I said. Then I clicked my heels, and she darted off. Casti ran beside us. Lucinda's raven sat on Scarlett's head, pointing the way with her beak.