Post by Jy on Oct 7, 2006 22:31:31 GMT -5
Hallaud walked to the hearth where he was firing his glass bottles, he had just put on the glaze and they needed to be fired before they became to brittle and brake, He blew on the hot coals causing them to flair up some. The room was smoky from the fire, it was also very warm but Hallaud noticed neither of these, his natural body temperature was as hot as the coals and his extraordinary vision cut through the smoke like it was not there.
Hallaud live in side an enormous cavern miles beneath the surface of the planet where the fragile humans lived, occasionally Hallaud would walk among them for he was one of the few demons that could change his form at will, he would walk among them for inspiration at how he would make his next bottle.
Not only was Hallaud a master bottle maker who was know around the underworld for his skill but he was also a master Smith who could smith the very best weapons for which any one would covet for life. The swords, spears, axes, and other weapons he made were nearly indestructible by any means, human or demon, and he would repair it if it did break, if ever if broke.
Remembering an order, from a greater demon like himself, Hallaud stood to his fifteen foot frame, stepping out of the room, he opened his wings he gave one great sweep of them, all thirty feet of dark red wings pushed him into the air, he glided nearly a mile in distance to his forge in the middle of his cavern.
Landing he pulled out a long glowing piece of metal, picking up a huge mallet nearly the size of a grown mans body Hallaud placed the metal on his anvil and started to shape the metal into a long two handed sword blade. He new that he could finish the blade in moments with a thought, but he enjoyed making the blade, feeling the metal move under his pounding, he worked the metal in to a rough edge, thrusting the blade into a hole beside the anvil to cool it. The hole was more of an air duct bringing cooler air from the surface to his forge, this is what he used to cool his works.
Taking the cooled metal to his grind he sharpened the blade to razor sharpness, placing his red scaly hand on the metal he spoke arcane words of magic, the blade would never dull unless put to his own grind stone now, he felt the power flow through him and into the blade. He then placed the newly wrought blade near his forge he sat down on the smooth floor, deep in concentration, he waited for the other greater demon to come and claim the sword.
(( If you want to join into this story now is the time... right now I need the greater demon who I made the sword for))
Hallaud live in side an enormous cavern miles beneath the surface of the planet where the fragile humans lived, occasionally Hallaud would walk among them for he was one of the few demons that could change his form at will, he would walk among them for inspiration at how he would make his next bottle.
Not only was Hallaud a master bottle maker who was know around the underworld for his skill but he was also a master Smith who could smith the very best weapons for which any one would covet for life. The swords, spears, axes, and other weapons he made were nearly indestructible by any means, human or demon, and he would repair it if it did break, if ever if broke.
Remembering an order, from a greater demon like himself, Hallaud stood to his fifteen foot frame, stepping out of the room, he opened his wings he gave one great sweep of them, all thirty feet of dark red wings pushed him into the air, he glided nearly a mile in distance to his forge in the middle of his cavern.
Landing he pulled out a long glowing piece of metal, picking up a huge mallet nearly the size of a grown mans body Hallaud placed the metal on his anvil and started to shape the metal into a long two handed sword blade. He new that he could finish the blade in moments with a thought, but he enjoyed making the blade, feeling the metal move under his pounding, he worked the metal in to a rough edge, thrusting the blade into a hole beside the anvil to cool it. The hole was more of an air duct bringing cooler air from the surface to his forge, this is what he used to cool his works.
Taking the cooled metal to his grind he sharpened the blade to razor sharpness, placing his red scaly hand on the metal he spoke arcane words of magic, the blade would never dull unless put to his own grind stone now, he felt the power flow through him and into the blade. He then placed the newly wrought blade near his forge he sat down on the smooth floor, deep in concentration, he waited for the other greater demon to come and claim the sword.
(( If you want to join into this story now is the time... right now I need the greater demon who I made the sword for))