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The Danshanian

Postby Jiriki » Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:32 pm

This is legend, this is story. For most, this will just be a story that none have heard, for the Dwarves, this will not just be a legend, it will be a sound foundation of why they have no real love of magics and a mistrust of other races. But only to those of older colonies. (In other words, talk to ME before you go spouting!)

Early dawn, in a time when the world was still young and the races were children of the gods still. Beloved races in a savage time. The dragons amused themselves in their own ways, the Eldarin had their cities of the moon, the stars and the sun, their races were happy, chosen of the gods and immortal in their own way. The Giants were also a part of this. The hammering sounds of the mountains were rumored to be the giants in their forges working hard at their anvils. Or so the first writings in the stones of the humans might have you beleive. This is the time of the Danshanian. This is a time of raw potential magic.

This is a tale of magic, jealousy and the words between the worlds.

The forge fire glowed brightly in the base of the mountain, the councillors sat around the large anvil and spoke quietly between each other. That is until the door opened and the short-man entered the room. "They're here Master."

Another of his race sat in one of the council seats. He nodded his bearded head, stroking the long braids that hung down low to his feet then looped up over his shoulder like a thick rope. He spoke, a voice like gravel pouring down a mountainside in a cascade of slate and stone.
"Send them in." He answered quietly and the councillors all sat up with a gentle stirring and rustling of clothing, robes and jangling of weaponry.

The first person who walked through the doorway was unexpected thought the short-man, the Dwarf. He stooped under the doorway and surveyed the room then set down the large burplap sack. He was tall! That was the first impression that the council got of him. His sheer size was imposing and impressive. The second impression was his skin color. A heavy gold sheen layered across the muscle and tendons that added to the bulk of the man. His hair, flaming dark red matched the color of his skin perfectly. As if he was made from the earth. His eyes, a deep brown liquid color like molten rock sand stone. His name was RyKyAn.

Then the second person walked in. Slight, delicate in bone structure and perfect in an otherworldly way. Like she wasn't all there, not as if she looked crazy but there was this hard to describe overlay of her. Something that moved either just before of after she did. It was like her body was slightly out of phase in the temporal shift. It was hard for the Dwarf to keep his eyes on her, it was like his eyes had to keep sliding away from her such was her inner fire. Her skin was made like the sun, bright, shining in its intensity. Like it shone from an inner fire within. She was angular. From her slanted eyes that flickered around the room nonchalantly, to the high eyebrows and cheeks that led up to those ears, pointed even more so than the other elves in the room he had to share the air with. The Dwarf couldn't control his slight shudder but he attempted to hide it in a shifting in his stone seat. His eyes found themselves fixed on hers. Hard solid orbs of golden color. No pupils, just pure color. No whites, his eyesflicked around the room again to ensure that the other pointy eared people in the room had whites, but no. She was the only one present with solid colored eyes.

The voice brought him out of his fascinated study of the other two, the were like darkness and light. Solid matter and untouchable daylight.

"You have the Mithril? It is the purest?" The voice wasn't unpleasant. But it wasn't the stone on stone voice he was expecting from the man. It was almost a whisper. As if anyone that tall and immense could speak that softly! It shocked him. The Dwarf found himself blinking in surprise and then he smiled and cleared his throat as he realised the council would be waiting for him to speak. "Ah yes, we have indeed the items you required for our task. The purest Mithril Ore. From the deepest mines in the bones of this world and the forge is this place." he hopped down if can call it that from his high stone seat. Moving to the center of the room and standing at the anvil. "You asked for an anvil of adamantine and a diamond hammer. This we have provided. You asked for the flames to be from the hottest flames within the world, again, this is what we have provided."

Nodding, he opened his arms wide and smiled. "When you are ready to commence your work we shall abandon this place and leave you until you're finished." He also nodded to the large sculpted doors the other end of the cavernous forge. There, two huge doors stood and the sound of something heavy was behind it, breathing. "And here, here we have the Great Silver Dragon herself. Here we have S'Larakhe. Just as you requested."
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Re: The Danshanian

Postby Jiriki » Mon Jul 19, 2010 4:44 pm

The woman lifted her head and the corner of her mouth lifted slightly in a smile. He noted that it didn't reflect in her eyes. But then apart from the torchlight, he wasn't sure what did reflect in them! She nodded to herself and then smiled fully. Her teeth were white, even - like he imagined one of the Eldarin being anything other than perfect! - he mused and tried a moment too late to stop from shaking his head.

"Something vexes thee?" The voice cut through the rustling of clothing as his companion councillors began to move from the forge. The Dwarf shook his head more honestly as he answered. "Oh, not in the slightest! I was just amazed at how you could move yet not move as the same time.." he bluffed and began to make his way to the huge double doors, then tapped politely. A smaller door within it opened after the sounds of something huge moving within the outer limits of that immense room and a slight woman appeared dressed in a shimmering light gown of what appeared to be starlight. Stepping back, he bowed deeply to her, then stood once more. The woman moved into the room and with a voice like water trickling gently into a pool asked.

"You are the artisans? You are the smiths?" She did not need to ask that question, it was merely as she stated. Now she was closer, the woman had what appeared to be tiny scales of silvery hue for skin. But it wasn't like it was dry or flaky, it just simply was scaled. Her hair was a silvery color at the roots nearest her head, fading to a purple hue along the edge and yet, as she walked the Dwarf noted, yet again there was the odd scent of rain in the air. In the shadows of the forge her face briefly changed, her nose forming to a dragons blunt snout, but a moment later it was the prefction is was before. Both the darkness and light of the room nodded as one. "Then we shall begin." The woman answered.
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Re: The Danshanian

Postby Jiriki » Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:10 pm

Time shifts as time will and the Dwarf left the chambers to the sounds of the three new found
workmates beginning their task. The Giant RyKyAn and the Eldarin KaelTyla and the Silver
Dragon S'Larakhe began to forge the most important work of their lifetime. For this, remember if you will, was when the world of Toril was young. It was tiny in the scheme of things, the universe and all the many, many reflections of worlds that spun their way out and about the velvet darkness that was the birthplace of the gods and creation itself.

The flame didn't need to be pumped, it was hotter than anything else in the world as it was already, but the Giant RyKyAn moved to the bellows and with one mamoth fist he began to force the bellows up and down, huge bursting gouts fo fire erupting with each pump. He turned and grinned at his companions. The Eldarin, KaelTyla's mouth curled up in one corner charismatically and she turned to examine the covered pile that stood beside the huge fires as the giant began to rake the burning stones and rocks in the bed for the hottest part to be revealed. Then KaelTyla lifted the cover off the pile of mithril and began to sift through the peices. Smaller lumps were discarded, large ones were tossed to the waiting RyKyAn. He snatched them out of the air and began to lay them in the fire beds with a precise fashion. S'Larakhe leaned towards the pile and cocked her head, watching them curiously as the peices were picked out one at time, then she reached in, picking one peice up in particular. It was massive, about the size of her head and she shifted to the forge, then speaking a whispered arcane tongue, she breathed upon the large stone and it immediatly began to shiver. Freezing into a blistering cold that would cut into the flesh of mortal men. Blackening the flesh and rotting it even as it fought oftis last attempt to remain alive. But the stone itself eventually with the sustained blast of cold began to glow. Then, with another word of magic, her other hand gestured gently to the stone and it waltzed its way to the flame. RyKyAn took his hand to the bellows and pumped it hard once. The stone in the flame caught and as the flame hit it there was a blinding flassh of light, the forge was a huge cavern, once possibly a dragons lair. It hit the stone and seemed to explode into a million shards of light. KaelTyla paused just long enough to speak a world of magic and the light shards were suddenly held in place. S'Larakhe focused her eyes upon the light peices and then selected on peice. The rest remained in place, reflecting and refracting lights about the cavern, with each touch they slowly spun out into the void that was the darkness of the space around the edges of that place. RyKyAn grinned and uttered a word then portions of shadow formed from without the cavern to match the light and dance with it in the void absorbing and morphing the light. For a moment, the world appeared paralyzed, caught in a moment of fantasy and fancy, the three artisans watched with the smiles of varying forms before beginning their work again. More mithril was put into the flames and the flames climbed higher.
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Re: The Danshanian

Postby Jiriki » Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:14 pm

Soon the liquid ore ran clear, S'Larakhe nodded to herself and moved away from the forge, then with a shimmering light forming on her, her shape twisted, contorting and ripping sounds of flesh and cracking bone before finally setting to the form of the Great Dragon she was. KaelTyla continued in her work, watching the metals and pulling out the trays required to pour the liquid ore into the shape she wanted initially, the rod shape that would stack and pile, work and rework to be twisted into the sword. The weapon of darkness and light.

RyKyAn paused in his work to minister to the trays once more. His hands reaching into the fires to pull each cast out and pour into the trays KaelTyla picked out. At which point the dragon turned, large mammoth claws clacking on the solid floor, she lowered her head, the large crest standing nearly as tall as KaelTyla herself and stood over the Eldarin. Pausing, just before her beard reached the ground she stopped in her movement and the core of the metal from the fire already cooling she stared at it with whirling eyes that constantly changed in their intensity. Then it happened. The first part of the real magic suddenly welled up in her eye and slowly, the pearl like tear the size of the human adult head rolled slowly, lazily, shimmering down her cheek to fall after moment pause and then like it was finding its way in slow motion. It hit the tray, hit, hissed and sizzled. The arcane magic of that one tear alone filling the air with the pungent scent of ozone.
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Re: The Danshanian

Postby Jiriki » Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:18 pm

Each stage of heating was like that, cooling the ore just slightly with a tear, then the hammering would begin. First the Eldarin would murmur gentle loving words across the rods as she worked them, twisting them into a blended spiral shape and form, then the Giant would work his words into the weave. Each stage bringing more life and shape into the form of the blade. Folding it and hammering it into each piece, slowly the blade and hilt was coming into life. The elegant cylindrical silvery hilt flowing first, sized as if for a fencing weapon, it didn't appear to actually have a blade. Then the next stage that grew slowly and with a lovers caress, the only thing even remotely resembling a blade were the three short, dull-hued but razor-sharp spikes, set in a triangle shape and protruding from one side of the hilt. This would never be a conventional weapon. The moldings one-third of the way further around either side made it clear that it was designed to be held within the hand, with the spikes facing towards the wielder's palm. But there was no guard to the hilt. It was at this precise moment in time that the blade changed and took on a life of it's own.

Originally the world had decided that this weapon would be a sword, but the bones of the earth, perhaps the mithril itself had begun to distort, perhaps the magical properties of the dragon's tears, but nobody would find out what it was in particular that changed it. Originally the blade lifted out of the hilt and worked perfectly as one solid piece of metal, formed and flowing from the hilt into a sword blade. No pommel, just a slight shift in the pattern to indicate as it was supposed to be.
But then, fate jumped sideways and pushed forth a whole new concept. This took a few stages of completion.
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Re: The Danshanian

Postby Jiriki » Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:22 pm

There was firstly a flash of brilliant light and the dragon turned her head away for the light was so bright. The crystal she had formed and created through her will suddenly revealed its purpose and was sat where the blade would have been. As if the sword didn't want to be a sword anymore, yet, even as that happened the sword remained where it was. It was within the crystal and pulsing in and out of the time line that the Eldarin had set aside for it. She herself looked shocked to the core and began to shout slowly as time began to break down even more. The Giant turned and twisted his form to protect the Eldarin from the sudden pulse that was palpable. The Dragon could feel the world shift and blaze, she could see the lights flowing through the darkness and weaving in a sentient way now. They forced themselves up through the huge entry point in the ceiling of the cavern. Bathing the forge in a fierce and protective light, the starlight of the ages flowing and shining, becoming more and more powerful. It pulsated harder and faster suddenly, the darkness matching in a strange indescribable pattern that ripped and coursed into the forge and directly down into the crystal of the blade. The Giant shouted now, a roaring sound of magic and the second part of their fates were sealed. The Eldarin was unable to move, the Giant was locked into position, the Dragon seeing what was about to happen, grasped and stole the blade, lifting it into the air with her will alone, forcing that blade as high as she could into the air with a force of hurricanes that sent the blade higher and farther than anyone could have expected it to have gone. It shot higher and higher into the sky, into the clouds and then into the light of the dawn of a new age, then further, skimming the darkness of the world and the edge of reality.
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Re: The Danshanian

Postby Jiriki » Mon Jul 19, 2010 5:24 pm

The dragon never moved again, the magic she summoned for that last act collapsed the ceiling of the cavern onto her, it was only her large shape and form that prevented the Giant and the Eldarin from being smashed to pieces by the million tonnes of rock that tumbled with a thunderous cacophony and covered them all. Sealing them forever into that tomb, in that birth of creation. But the blade, it fell eventually, but none know where it landed or if anyone found it. Until now.
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