The Blessing of the Phoenix (downtime - crafting)
Feb 18, 2020 10:28:05 GMT
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Post by Milo Brightmane on Feb 18, 2020 10:28:05 GMT
It had taken longer than expected, what with the small explosion last week. Milo had had to wait for a few more commissions to come in before he could afford the replacement materials, especially the gold. But once again it was nearly finished. As before, he slotted into place the head of the phoenix which contained the feather he had received from Kaifaerion. He watched nervously. His heart sank as it began to glow with warmth, exactly as it had done last week. But a thought came to him - Kaifaerion was a creature of Moradin. Any item created using him could never exist without the divine energies of the Soul Forger. The feathered scars on his palms began to itch. He grabbed the helmet, and sat with it in his lap, beginning the ritual that channelled the Blessing of the Forge. He could never use it to create a magical item from scratch, but he hoped it would stabilise the energies in one already created.
In the trance that came with the use of the Blessing, Milo could usually see the materials he was working, moulding them like clay until they took on their final form. Now, the helmet hung in front of him in the darkness of his imagination, fully formed but sparking and flaming. Instead of changing its shape, Milo touched it, holding the fire in, not letting it explode outward but compressing it into the helmet. Where a flame erupted he moved his hand and covered it, but to contain, not to extinguish.
Some time later, Milo opened his eyes. The helmet lay in front of him, complete. He hadn't expected changes but there were some. The helmet was now a single item, as if it had never had to be crafted but had simply been created. No rivets, no welding. Just the phoenix whose wings swept back from the eye slit, past the temples, the tips brushing where the ears would be beneath. A Helm that would allow the wearer to Comprehend all Languages, spoken and written.
He must get to the Ettin to try it out...
(My huge thanks to Anthony (Markas) for the incredible drawing below, interpreting my very sketchy sketch.)
In the trance that came with the use of the Blessing, Milo could usually see the materials he was working, moulding them like clay until they took on their final form. Now, the helmet hung in front of him in the darkness of his imagination, fully formed but sparking and flaming. Instead of changing its shape, Milo touched it, holding the fire in, not letting it explode outward but compressing it into the helmet. Where a flame erupted he moved his hand and covered it, but to contain, not to extinguish.
Some time later, Milo opened his eyes. The helmet lay in front of him, complete. He hadn't expected changes but there were some. The helmet was now a single item, as if it had never had to be crafted but had simply been created. No rivets, no welding. Just the phoenix whose wings swept back from the eye slit, past the temples, the tips brushing where the ears would be beneath. A Helm that would allow the wearer to Comprehend all Languages, spoken and written.
He must get to the Ettin to try it out...
(My huge thanks to Anthony (Markas) for the incredible drawing below, interpreting my very sketchy sketch.)