Old story from Stax times I found on an old harddrive
Jul 9, 2023 13:41:32 GMT 1
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Post by askytos on Jul 9, 2023 13:41:32 GMT 1
Heyho, just found this and thought I send it again. Maybe some of you remember some names.....
“Suddenly both dragons faced Zoran and blew simultaneously huge gusts of fire at him. The tower shield he was hiding behind started to glow light red and burned his left arm. The fire shooting left and right around the shield burned the left side of his face and heated up the chain mail enough to turn the cotton shirt he wore underneath black and to leave a pattern of chain on his skin. When Zoran threw the glowing shield away the skin of his left arm went with it. He jumped behind a rock preparing a healing spell that hopefully would safe his life. From the corner of his eye he saw Knight Nimrod firing a serenade of arrows at the beasts to distract them.
He started to speak the magical words and moved his hands to form the ancient gestures when he felt cold steel cutting deeply in his back. The last thing he could do was turning his head to see a grinning Orc pulling out his weapon and starting to charge against the Knight. Eurynome.”
Cold wet sweat covered his face when Zoran woke up. The dream again. His cushion was moist from his sweat, but that was not all. How embarrassing. The bottom half of his bed was wet as well. That was the third time in the last couple of weeks. He, the Master Blacksmith and Grand Sorcerer had wet his bed again. How could he look into the eyes of Lilian his room maiden? He knew that she would not make funny jokes about him in the kitchen, but still, this was too much for Zoran to take.
Zoran bowed deeply to greet his friend and Mentor Knight Nimrod. “I had the dream again, my friend. I can't stand it anymore. I died so many times before to those evil creatures that roam our lands or to that ghastly Dark Elf Kindredsayer but why is this time so different, why is it haunting me at night?”
Knight Nimrod took his time before he spoke. He always choose his words carefully when asked for advice or when confronted with a difficult situation. “My friend, I don't think it's because you died in battle. It's your loss. Your sword you got from your father, which he got from his father. It's the Andrana sword that went into so many battles and wars in the hands of your family.”
“Maybe I need more heat. Maybe with a bit more heat I can make the Mithril weld with the silver, stain and bronze.” Back in the library of Castle Frank Zoran sat down to study the old book of elven smithy art. But again nothing, not a clue of how to achieve the symbiosis of four metals and a gemstone.
“I just need to get more praxis” Zoran thought and crafted another tower shield. The next day he started another chain mail he wanted to pass on to one of the brave fighters of blåbärsplockarna, a young group of warriors helping to keep the Minotaur pest under control. Just because of brave Peverell with his followers Hode, Lugash and Magmachris, Zoran could spend his time working in the Blacksmith not worrying about Minotaurs climbing the walls of the castle.
When Zoran woke up the next morning his face was glowing in excitement. He had an idea. If he couldn't make the fire hotter, maybe he could keep the heat closer together in the forge. If not that much heat radiated away from the ember it should become hotter. He run to the armoury of the castle as fast as he could. Shields, shields with fire protection was the clue. He found two Tower shields with fire runes attached to them and an old round shield with a bit of fire protection. In addition he got his own Pavise that hang in his room above his bed right next to the empty space where his family Andarna was placed before Eurynome took it away.
With the four shields Zoran created a box around the fire in his Blacksmith, three shields as walls and his Pavise as a roof. Zoran dimmed the light as to see better what colour the metals would get to. He blew the fire as hot as it could get and put the precious mithril into the forge. First it turned red, got brighter a bit. To that colour he could get the mithril to before, but then all of a sudden it turned bright orange, almost yellow. Perfect welding colour. IT WORKED. It really worked. Quickly he withdraw the mithril, cooled it down and placed it in the chest.
The next day was the day. The sun shone through his window on his face. No feeling of wet on cushion or below. A song thrush sang beautifully in the elderberry bush before his window. Zoran stood there, closed his eyes, enjoyed the warmth on his skin and the melody in his ears. After a couple of minutes he dressed himself and when he was about to leave his room, he looked back to that empty space above his bed, knowing that it would not stay empty forever.
In the hall he saw room maiden Lilian coming. She looked at him and Zoran looked back into her eyes smiling. “Master Zoran, you look so different to what you looked like the last months. The shadows are gone from your face.” She bounced up and down for happiness. Suddenly she jumped up and threw her hands around his neck burrowing her face in his hair. Zoran didn't know what to do, he was too surprised about the sudden outburst of emotions in Lilian. “I'm sorry, Master Zoran.” Lilian said, gliding of him looking down to the ground. “ I didn't mean to...”. Quickly she ran past him and disappeared around the next corner. Getting to close to other people always made Zoran a bit uncomfortable. But he did enjoy that embracment of Lilian. Maybe that day brought more healing with it than expected.
Back in his Blacksmith he got everything ready. The fine ruby, cut out of the melting leftovers of a Lava Golem. The Mithril he found on Arch demon mountain. The silver and stain and bronze he took from the never ending supply shelves of the mason hall. Then he started smithing.
Later that day Zoran looked at the sword he had crafted. In shape and size an exact copy of the Andarna sword from his family. He put his fingers on the three spaces on the hilt where he would apply the runes later. “I will make this sword more powerful than the lost one. And I will pass it on to somebody I love.”
“Suddenly both dragons faced Zoran and blew simultaneously huge gusts of fire at him. The tower shield he was hiding behind started to glow light red and burned his left arm. The fire shooting left and right around the shield burned the left side of his face and heated up the chain mail enough to turn the cotton shirt he wore underneath black and to leave a pattern of chain on his skin. When Zoran threw the glowing shield away the skin of his left arm went with it. He jumped behind a rock preparing a healing spell that hopefully would safe his life. From the corner of his eye he saw Knight Nimrod firing a serenade of arrows at the beasts to distract them.
He started to speak the magical words and moved his hands to form the ancient gestures when he felt cold steel cutting deeply in his back. The last thing he could do was turning his head to see a grinning Orc pulling out his weapon and starting to charge against the Knight. Eurynome.”
Cold wet sweat covered his face when Zoran woke up. The dream again. His cushion was moist from his sweat, but that was not all. How embarrassing. The bottom half of his bed was wet as well. That was the third time in the last couple of weeks. He, the Master Blacksmith and Grand Sorcerer had wet his bed again. How could he look into the eyes of Lilian his room maiden? He knew that she would not make funny jokes about him in the kitchen, but still, this was too much for Zoran to take.
Zoran bowed deeply to greet his friend and Mentor Knight Nimrod. “I had the dream again, my friend. I can't stand it anymore. I died so many times before to those evil creatures that roam our lands or to that ghastly Dark Elf Kindredsayer but why is this time so different, why is it haunting me at night?”
Knight Nimrod took his time before he spoke. He always choose his words carefully when asked for advice or when confronted with a difficult situation. “My friend, I don't think it's because you died in battle. It's your loss. Your sword you got from your father, which he got from his father. It's the Andrana sword that went into so many battles and wars in the hands of your family.”
“Maybe I need more heat. Maybe with a bit more heat I can make the Mithril weld with the silver, stain and bronze.” Back in the library of Castle Frank Zoran sat down to study the old book of elven smithy art. But again nothing, not a clue of how to achieve the symbiosis of four metals and a gemstone.
“I just need to get more praxis” Zoran thought and crafted another tower shield. The next day he started another chain mail he wanted to pass on to one of the brave fighters of blåbärsplockarna, a young group of warriors helping to keep the Minotaur pest under control. Just because of brave Peverell with his followers Hode, Lugash and Magmachris, Zoran could spend his time working in the Blacksmith not worrying about Minotaurs climbing the walls of the castle.
When Zoran woke up the next morning his face was glowing in excitement. He had an idea. If he couldn't make the fire hotter, maybe he could keep the heat closer together in the forge. If not that much heat radiated away from the ember it should become hotter. He run to the armoury of the castle as fast as he could. Shields, shields with fire protection was the clue. He found two Tower shields with fire runes attached to them and an old round shield with a bit of fire protection. In addition he got his own Pavise that hang in his room above his bed right next to the empty space where his family Andarna was placed before Eurynome took it away.
With the four shields Zoran created a box around the fire in his Blacksmith, three shields as walls and his Pavise as a roof. Zoran dimmed the light as to see better what colour the metals would get to. He blew the fire as hot as it could get and put the precious mithril into the forge. First it turned red, got brighter a bit. To that colour he could get the mithril to before, but then all of a sudden it turned bright orange, almost yellow. Perfect welding colour. IT WORKED. It really worked. Quickly he withdraw the mithril, cooled it down and placed it in the chest.
The next day was the day. The sun shone through his window on his face. No feeling of wet on cushion or below. A song thrush sang beautifully in the elderberry bush before his window. Zoran stood there, closed his eyes, enjoyed the warmth on his skin and the melody in his ears. After a couple of minutes he dressed himself and when he was about to leave his room, he looked back to that empty space above his bed, knowing that it would not stay empty forever.
In the hall he saw room maiden Lilian coming. She looked at him and Zoran looked back into her eyes smiling. “Master Zoran, you look so different to what you looked like the last months. The shadows are gone from your face.” She bounced up and down for happiness. Suddenly she jumped up and threw her hands around his neck burrowing her face in his hair. Zoran didn't know what to do, he was too surprised about the sudden outburst of emotions in Lilian. “I'm sorry, Master Zoran.” Lilian said, gliding of him looking down to the ground. “ I didn't mean to...”. Quickly she ran past him and disappeared around the next corner. Getting to close to other people always made Zoran a bit uncomfortable. But he did enjoy that embracment of Lilian. Maybe that day brought more healing with it than expected.
Back in his Blacksmith he got everything ready. The fine ruby, cut out of the melting leftovers of a Lava Golem. The Mithril he found on Arch demon mountain. The silver and stain and bronze he took from the never ending supply shelves of the mason hall. Then he started smithing.
Later that day Zoran looked at the sword he had crafted. In shape and size an exact copy of the Andarna sword from his family. He put his fingers on the three spaces on the hilt where he would apply the runes later. “I will make this sword more powerful than the lost one. And I will pass it on to somebody I love.”