Post by prime on Jan 2, 2007 7:22:29 GMT -5
Prime heaved a sigh, he could already tell it was going to be a long night. It'd taken him several days to transfer all the dragon metal from the battleground, where Aurora and Prime had killed the purest of dragons shortly before-hand. The idea still haunted his memory, along with the reminder of the new heart that beats in his chest. Shrugging, he walked through the caverns, carrying several large pieces of dragon armor. Few people knew or understood that dragon scales were, indeed, a type of metal, produced by their bodies, and could be melted and forged. To this end, Prime intended to fashion several gifts for his friends. Aurora, whom he knew well. Ender, whom he'd fought beside, and Zebedee, whom he'd come to respect as a warrior and a pure soul.
Prime started up the forge, the fires blazing brightly there-in. He held out his hand, palm towards the flames, and slowly divine energy infested the fire, allowing it to burn to even greater heights. Prime was sweating quite badly now, but he needed the heat of the flames to melt dragonmetal. He walked over to a preprepared barrel, digging clay from the bottom. He formed two, 1 foot bars. Then a bar 2 feet by another two feet in diameter, and much thicker. Finally, he fashioned a dozen small rods, and then the base outline of an amulet from wax, before covering it with clay and melting it out with a lighter.
He pushed several of the dragonmetal plates into a clay pitcher, then placed it in the furnace with tongs, allowing the metal to melt. He then walked back to the table, and poured the dragonmetal into each of the molds. He set the pitcher down, then took up the tongs again, dropping each of the molds into the water barrel. Steam filled the air as the metal rapidly cooled and hardened. He fished around in the barrels, pulling all of the pieces out. Then set them on the table, and peeled the clay off, which he dropped back in the barrels, the bits that weren't baked that is.
He set the bars at the edge of the forge, letting them become hot enough that he could easily work them later, then pulled more clay out of barrel. A lot more clay. Slowly, he made three 5 foot long, 3 foot wide bars on the table, placing more dragonmetal in the furnace. He filled the molds with the dragonmetal, then set the pitcher aside again, having no more use for it. He'd have to let them cool naturally, as they were to large to handle without burning his arm off.
He lugged an 100 pound anvil out, setting it on a bench designed for that very purpose, then set about finding a good pair of tongs and a hammer. Once that was accomplished, he took one of the foot long bars in the tongs, heated it up in the fire, and took it back to the anvil. The 'clang clang clang' of the hammer on the metal slowly began to fill the forge, and was repeated several times as Prime folded and shaped the blade of the dagger, along with its tang. He debated hammering out a guard, but decided against it, thinking Aurora would appericiate the slimmer form. He heated and tempered the blade several more times, then set it aside, and repeated the procedure with the other foot long bar of steel.
Once he'd finished with both the daggers, he moved on to the 2 by 2 slab of metal. He heated it in the fires, then took hammer to anvil again. He hammered until it resembled a round, flat disk. Then began hammering at the front of the anvil, giving it a distinct dome shape. He took a molten chisel, and hammered a great cross into the face of what now strongly resembled a shield, about 3 feet in diameter. He set it to, aside on the table. The small rods he heated and quickly shaped into a chain, which was long enough to dangle to a man's collar bone when draped around a man's neck. He then took the amulet, hammering finer detain into it until it loked like two snakes curling around a staff, an international sign for healing, he understood.
Prime took the platinum dragon's soul gem, which he'd been careful to retain after the battle, and affixed it to the top of the miniture staff. He then strung the chain through the amulet, and set it aside on the table. Now came the fun part.
Each of the 5 by 3 boards were cool enough to handle, so he stuck them back in the fire, and set about preparing his workspace. With chains and a strong back, he dragged out a thick slab of steel, rectangular in shape, which came up to just above the waist level. He then went looking for another hammer. Then one he came back with was much larger than the one he'd used earlier, resembling a sledge hammer.
Prime pulled the 5 by 3 slabs out of the fire, and onto the steel table. He hammered them, one by one, reheating them in the fire, until they were eight feet long, three feet wide, and about an inch and a half thick. He cut off a few chunks, here and then, then hammered down edges and did a little detail work. In the end, they resembled surf boards with no fins, gleaming a bright, metallic platinum hue.
Prime checked each of his pieces for quality, then took out the daggers. Holding his hands over them, he spoke a Word and gave them his divine energy, filling them to the brim. When he was done, he affixed hilts to the divine blades, the Ying Yang carved into them, a symbol of balance.
He set Aurora's daggers aside, and placed Zebedee's shield in front of him. Prime spoke three Words over this shield, embueing it with his divine energy. Causing it to be proof against physical, and elemental attacks, as well as itself, should the magic ever overflow. Prime then added two leather straps, required to fix the shield to Zebedee's forearm, leaving both of his hands free. He then set that aside as well.
Prime took Enders necklace in his hands, but whispered only one Word to activate its power. The soul gem of the dragon wasn't strong enough to hold its spirit, as the dragon wasn't strong enough. But its powerful divine energy could fight its way through Enders body, blocking off pain and instantly repairing damage to his brain. Allowing him to use his power to far greater heights, should it become nessisary.
Finally, the three platinum boards. He spoke a word over each of them, embueing them with his divine energy, and slowly they began to float several inches over the surface they were on, suddenly able to fly at the will over whomever stood upon them. Prime trusted in his friends reflexes and quick wit to master the boards quickly.
Finally, he stepped outside, and empowered his words, so they would travel to whomever he wished to speak. He only called out three names. The air around him cracked as he shouted them out.
"ENDER!"
"AURORA!"
"ZEBEDEE!"
He sat down against the mountainside and waited for them to come.
Prime started up the forge, the fires blazing brightly there-in. He held out his hand, palm towards the flames, and slowly divine energy infested the fire, allowing it to burn to even greater heights. Prime was sweating quite badly now, but he needed the heat of the flames to melt dragonmetal. He walked over to a preprepared barrel, digging clay from the bottom. He formed two, 1 foot bars. Then a bar 2 feet by another two feet in diameter, and much thicker. Finally, he fashioned a dozen small rods, and then the base outline of an amulet from wax, before covering it with clay and melting it out with a lighter.
He pushed several of the dragonmetal plates into a clay pitcher, then placed it in the furnace with tongs, allowing the metal to melt. He then walked back to the table, and poured the dragonmetal into each of the molds. He set the pitcher down, then took up the tongs again, dropping each of the molds into the water barrel. Steam filled the air as the metal rapidly cooled and hardened. He fished around in the barrels, pulling all of the pieces out. Then set them on the table, and peeled the clay off, which he dropped back in the barrels, the bits that weren't baked that is.
He set the bars at the edge of the forge, letting them become hot enough that he could easily work them later, then pulled more clay out of barrel. A lot more clay. Slowly, he made three 5 foot long, 3 foot wide bars on the table, placing more dragonmetal in the furnace. He filled the molds with the dragonmetal, then set the pitcher aside again, having no more use for it. He'd have to let them cool naturally, as they were to large to handle without burning his arm off.
He lugged an 100 pound anvil out, setting it on a bench designed for that very purpose, then set about finding a good pair of tongs and a hammer. Once that was accomplished, he took one of the foot long bars in the tongs, heated it up in the fire, and took it back to the anvil. The 'clang clang clang' of the hammer on the metal slowly began to fill the forge, and was repeated several times as Prime folded and shaped the blade of the dagger, along with its tang. He debated hammering out a guard, but decided against it, thinking Aurora would appericiate the slimmer form. He heated and tempered the blade several more times, then set it aside, and repeated the procedure with the other foot long bar of steel.
Once he'd finished with both the daggers, he moved on to the 2 by 2 slab of metal. He heated it in the fires, then took hammer to anvil again. He hammered until it resembled a round, flat disk. Then began hammering at the front of the anvil, giving it a distinct dome shape. He took a molten chisel, and hammered a great cross into the face of what now strongly resembled a shield, about 3 feet in diameter. He set it to, aside on the table. The small rods he heated and quickly shaped into a chain, which was long enough to dangle to a man's collar bone when draped around a man's neck. He then took the amulet, hammering finer detain into it until it loked like two snakes curling around a staff, an international sign for healing, he understood.
Prime took the platinum dragon's soul gem, which he'd been careful to retain after the battle, and affixed it to the top of the miniture staff. He then strung the chain through the amulet, and set it aside on the table. Now came the fun part.
Each of the 5 by 3 boards were cool enough to handle, so he stuck them back in the fire, and set about preparing his workspace. With chains and a strong back, he dragged out a thick slab of steel, rectangular in shape, which came up to just above the waist level. He then went looking for another hammer. Then one he came back with was much larger than the one he'd used earlier, resembling a sledge hammer.
Prime pulled the 5 by 3 slabs out of the fire, and onto the steel table. He hammered them, one by one, reheating them in the fire, until they were eight feet long, three feet wide, and about an inch and a half thick. He cut off a few chunks, here and then, then hammered down edges and did a little detail work. In the end, they resembled surf boards with no fins, gleaming a bright, metallic platinum hue.
Prime checked each of his pieces for quality, then took out the daggers. Holding his hands over them, he spoke a Word and gave them his divine energy, filling them to the brim. When he was done, he affixed hilts to the divine blades, the Ying Yang carved into them, a symbol of balance.
He set Aurora's daggers aside, and placed Zebedee's shield in front of him. Prime spoke three Words over this shield, embueing it with his divine energy. Causing it to be proof against physical, and elemental attacks, as well as itself, should the magic ever overflow. Prime then added two leather straps, required to fix the shield to Zebedee's forearm, leaving both of his hands free. He then set that aside as well.
Prime took Enders necklace in his hands, but whispered only one Word to activate its power. The soul gem of the dragon wasn't strong enough to hold its spirit, as the dragon wasn't strong enough. But its powerful divine energy could fight its way through Enders body, blocking off pain and instantly repairing damage to his brain. Allowing him to use his power to far greater heights, should it become nessisary.
Finally, the three platinum boards. He spoke a word over each of them, embueing them with his divine energy, and slowly they began to float several inches over the surface they were on, suddenly able to fly at the will over whomever stood upon them. Prime trusted in his friends reflexes and quick wit to master the boards quickly.
Finally, he stepped outside, and empowered his words, so they would travel to whomever he wished to speak. He only called out three names. The air around him cracked as he shouted them out.
"ENDER!"
"AURORA!"
"ZEBEDEE!"
He sat down against the mountainside and waited for them to come.