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The Doors Beyond
Findings and Revelations

…continues from Book #01, Chapter #03, Scene #04b

Synopsis

The 14th Day of Ches in the Year of the Sudden Journey
Khalin and Tradden set off for the island in the middle of the lake to explore the Tower of the Mists in the hope to bring Kireth some further texts to translate.

No sooner had they stepped on the island when they were attacked from above! After a brief battle with some stirges they entered the ruins of the tower, only to be confronted by a clutch of spiders.

With no luck investigating the upper floors of the tower the pair find an entrance to a basement where they were immediately attacked by yet another strange creature. With Khalin injured, Tradden pokes around.

For a chapter summary please see Chapter #03 Summary.

Cast List

Khalin Grundokri

3rd Level Male Dwarven Marshal (Warlord)

Tradden Aversward

3rd Level Male Human Weaponmaster (Fighter)

Scene Length

This scene started on Wednesday 5th January 2011 and completed on Sunday 9th July 2013.

JAN
03

Mechanics
Google Wave

GW

This scene was originally written within Google Wave. The scene has not yet been transcribed into the new web format.

The original Wave is now lost with the demise of Google Wave, but the PDF extract of that original scene is provided.

Storyline
The Tower of the Mists

Tradden sat back and collected his thoughts.

‘Cool heads win the day,’ he said softly to himself, repeating a mantra often told to him by Mr Ironfoot. It was one which he suspected his friend, now breathing an uneasy, wheezing, unconcious set of breaths beside him would probably agree with.

That epiphany reached, Tradden coolly stood up, picked up the torch, still smouldering on the floor, and had a tentative look around. He wanted to establish whether there was any likely remaining danger from other creatures.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 18] - success!

With a good look round Tradden determined that there were no creatures on, under, or beside things in the room.

He also looked to whether there were any other entry or exit points from this chamber, or just the one they had used to come down.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 23] - critical success!

There didn’t appear to be any other exits or entrances to the room.

The light was not bright, but perhaps a brighter light was not required now — hardly condusive to sleep!

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Content that the immediate danger was over, Tradden went over to the table. He methodically and carefully picked up each item and placed them on the floor to one side, as close to how they had been laid out as he could.

He then took his time dragging the table to the entrance way where they had come in, and tipped it on its end, pushing it to barricade the bottom of the stairs as best he could. It wouldn’t stop anything determined, but it would at least stop anything, or anyone, sneaking in or surprising them. He didn’t intend to sleep for the next few hours, so he would be ready.

That done, he spent the following hours investigating the chamber and tending to Khalin. Thankfully, the dwarf didn’t seem to be getting any worse, and there was no sign of fever or infection. He was just sleeping very, very soundly. The young fighter actually cheered up when the warlord started snoring loudly, as he took this as a good sign.

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Anyone looking on at the chamber over the next few hours would have observed, in addition to Tradden tending to Khalin from time to time, him doing many small chores. The first was to inspect the alcoves, containing the flames that gave the room its eerie glow, and also, he assumed, gave off the heat. These were not his forte, but he never knew what he migh find from some insight or clue upon the way.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 14] - success!

They appeared to be lit by flame of some sort, but Tradden wasn’t sure what. These didn’t appear to be the source of heat, however, as they seemed to be unusually cool.

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He then carefully checked through the pile of garbage on the floor — he figured it was the remains of the bizarre creature’s previous mealtimes. It clearly had a fancy for metals, but perhaps it had left non-metal items that might be of some worth? He had heard, for instance, of various types of armour that were not metal, but were just as strong. Books and parchments might also be mixed up in the detritus — he had time to make a thorough search, as distasteful as it may be.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 22] - success

There were no books or parchments in the garbage, although after a while Tradden stood back a distance from the pile and puzzled over how it was such a neat shape of a pile. Much of the leather or other materials was well preserved and would be quite serviceable if used for the right purpose.

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Tradden then went back to the items taken down from the table to see firstly if there was anything that was apparently and obviously of use now, but also for items that might interest the others back at town.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 12] - success!

The items on the table were instantly odd. Many were pieces of metal, which were a big surprise to the young fighter considering the creature that had been loose in the chamber. Most were unfathomable, although perhaps Khalin with his tinkering background, or more definitely Caldring might shed some light on them. One item did catch Tradden’s eye, however, was a chain shirt, sparkling even in the soft glow. He had never seen such workmanship.

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The ypoung fighter then pondered over the bookcase, or cabinet, to see if it had any books or items that matched the description given by Kireth, or that might otherwise be useful. He did quickly move on when he saw a copy of “How To Excel With Sword And Shield”.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 19] - success

Most of the books appeared to be in excellent condition although a lot of them made no sense to the young fighter. Many contained diagrams, which helped somewhat, depicting construction of armour or weaponry, or at least that’s what Tradden assumed. Alas, none of them were treatises on martial prowess. The contents of the books were probably best left to Kireth to decipher.

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Tradden also looked to see if there were any hidden compartments within the chamber.

[Tradden Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 11] - failure!

There didn’t appear to be any.

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He poked around the body of the creature a bit with his boot as well — just because he was getting bored at one point.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 4] - critical failure!

[Tradden Nature Check: 1d20+3: 15] - failure!

The best that Tradden could tell was that it was dead, it was beginning to smell, and that it was one ugly brute.

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He also collected up as many pieces of Khalin’s armour as he could, as well as his dagger and hammer. Ensuring that no pieces touched any unnaffected bits of his own metal possessions he took off his cloak and made a make-shift bag to keep them all in. Hopefully Caldring could do something with them, but the young fighter feared the armour would be too far gone.

Finally, he went over to the strange gate-looking thing. He had been putting this off as it gave him the creeps, but he forced himself to have a look.

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 18] - success!

The gate was the warmest place within the room and appeared to be a single sheet of metal (again, confusing the youth) about ten feet wide and stretching almost the way up to the ceiling. Soot was heavier around the base of the gate and almost obscured a large lever to the left hand side. Tradden baulked from pulling it at this point, however tempting it was.

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Eventually, he rested, had lunch and waited to see if Khalin was going to wake. He hoped he would, if for no other reason he didnt fancy dragging the heavy fellow up the stairs, onto the boat and rowing back with no assistance…

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Mechanics
Extended Rest

Healing Surges and Hit Points
Healing Surges are regained.
[Khalin has ? healing surges and is now on ?/? hit points]
[Tradden has ? healing surges and is now on ?/? hit points]

Encounter and Daily Powers
All encounter and daily powers are recharged.

Milestones
No Milestones achieved. Action Points reset to 1.

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After what seemed an eternity in the dim light to Tradden, Khalin awoke with a snort. The dwarf padded his chest in panic for a moment, and then relaxed.

‘Is it gone?’ the dwarf asked, through a parched throat.

‘Yes,’ replied Tradden. ‘Although it’s starting to smell a bit.’

‘Good,’ was the only reply. Lying still Khalin continued to wonder why he had ever thrown his warhammer away.

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Khalin propped himself up gingerly on his hands. ‘Mind you, that was quite a smite wasn’t it?’ He inspected the bracers on his forearms, they looked like they needed a polish but seemed otherwise undamaged. Then looking once again at the slightly scruffy but nevertheless effective bindings across his chest, he added, ‘Thank you again, my boy!’

The dwarf tried to get up, but winced at a pang of pain. Taking it a little more slowly he pulled himself to his feet. ‘Now then, what have we got here?’

Tradden quickly brought his comrade up to speed on what he’d found.

Khalin inspected the carcass of the beast. He showed it grudging respect — an impressive beast, and a fellow subterranean dweller and appreciator of fine metals that it was.

[Khalin Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 5] - failure!

[Khalin History Check: 1d20+6: 23] - success!

Khalin had heard a couple of tales handed down over generations from some of the miners at Kel-Morndin about monsters similar to these. He’d thought they were scare-stories to keep the miners focused and concentration on what they were doing rather than true stories, but here was one such monster that fitted the bill. In the stories they were called Rust Monsters, and came hunting for metal to eat, somehow rusting it on touch to more easily digest the metal. The stories also told that if such a beast ate metal that had been imbued with magical power it may leave some of this power in the form of a special dust in its stomach for quite some time.

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‘Interesting,’ the dwarf mused. Khalin headed over to the table to inspect the various items there.

[Khalin Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 14] - success!

The items were not that unusual to Khalin, he’d seen many similar trinkets in his past crafting life. A lot of the items were apprentice pieces for a smith — a jeweller by the looks of the style and shape of them, and a good one at that, although the pieces were mainly unfinished and basically worthless. The metals were light and obviously some form of alloy, but Khalin was unsure of what sort.

One piece did catch his eye, however, more for its unusual shape than anything else. The piece was made up of exceptionally thin wires of metal that to Khalin’s surprise were extremely strong and rigid.

These wires, twelve in all, formed the outline of a block, each wire representing an edge of the block. The block was about two feet wide, by one foot high, and one foot deep. Excellent craftsmanship, but an unusual shape.

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Khalin then inspected the bizarre selection of detritus piled on the floor.

[Khalin Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 21] - success!

Nothing seemed to stand out to the dwarf — bits of old leather, cloth, and wood.

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Finally the warlord studiously appraised the array of books, muttering about maps, runes and what have you.

[Khalin Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 6] - failure!

Many of the tomes were as Tradden had explained — techniques for crafting various pieces of armour, weaponry, or jewellery. To his dismay Khalin didn’t find any maps of the region, but did find one parchment with a map of the local area and numerous ink marks and lines. Khalin showed the parchment to Tradden, and between the pair they decided it appeared to be some form of tactical plan for the defence of the area — lines had been added for a defensive wall stretching from gorge wall to gorge wall and arrows and detail had been added to show to flow of combat troops.

However, to what battle or when was not revealed. Khalin picked two or three of the tomes he thought best that Kireth may want to examine and put them to one side.

The dwarf inspected the fine armour with an artisan’s eye, checking its workmanship and potential effectiveness, as well as sizing up which of the two of them it might best fit. The mail was a little tight around the sides for the dwarf, obviously meant for someone a little thinner. It didn’t appear to be fully finished, perhaps another prentice piece, but it was the construction that somehow worried the dwarf, raising the hairs on the back of his neck. He had never seen anything like it — the delicacy and finesse of the chain links were incredible and way beyond any artisan he had ever encountered. There was something about the piece that he didn’t like, though, something gnawing at the back of his mind as though the workmanship shouldn’t be possible in this world. He set the mail back down on the table and shuddered visibly.

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Tradden geared up for the trip back to the boat whilst Khalin did his own inspections of the various contents of the chamber.

As he did so, his gaze kept being drawn back to the lever next to the strange gate thing…

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The young fighter was also much heartened to see Khalin not only back on his feet, but excited about the contents of the room. He had grinned to himself as the dwarf flicked through some of the books, murmuring to himself about “Maps, Maps of the Mainland!”

In short order the two started to plan their journey back and what would be taken, their packs and makeshift sacks filling up with the things they had agreed to take back with them, always mindful that the boat was only going to take so much!

‘Ahem!’ Tradden cleared his throat. ‘This lever…’

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‘Hehe, all in good time, my friend,’ chuckled Khalin knowingly, looking forward to reminding Tradden that it would be his turn to go first given the dwarf’s lack of serviceable armour. ‘First I have a little theory about this beast…’

Khalin was feeling better already, almost as if he’d grown a little from taking on such a magnificent creature (even though it’d nearly been the end of him).

The warlord quickly brought Tradden up to speed on the rumours of old regarding rust monsters and the potential gift that may lie inside. The dwarf rubbed his bearded chin thoughtfully, trying to work out quite the best way to approach the problem, given the rusting effect that had manifested itself earlier — not to mention where the beast’s stomach or stomachs might be.

[Khalin Nature Check: 1d20+1: 19] - success!

Khalin’s best guess was that the stomach would be where it would be expected to be on a normal mammal. He also assumed that now the creature was dead, that its rusting effects would probably no longer take effect. He uttered a soft plea to Moradin and then went to work slicing the belly of the beast open with his dagger. Putrid smells wafted into the room from the creature’s guts, and Tradden went quite pale, retiring to the far side of the room muttering about checking something out. Khalin finished his work, with gore and ichor up to his elbows and finally sliced open the stomach.

To his disappointment the stomach was empty — no wonder the beast had been so ravenous to attack the dwarf so fiercely.

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Whilst that was going on, still curious about the lever, Tradden took a closer look at the lever mechanism to see if there was any clue as to whether it had been used recently. If there was soot and grime around, presumably that would allow for indications if it had been scraped or touched. There might even be foot or hand prints.

Indeed, it seemed prudent to check for signs of any recent humanoid activity around the chamber — had this “Rust Monster”, as Khalin called it, been here on its own for sometime? Was there dust over the various things left in the room or any signs that someone had been here recently? Tradden remembered that the way they had come down did not seem like it had been disturbed recently…

[Tradden Perception Check: 1d20+3: 11] - success!

[Tradden Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 17] - success!

The area around the lever and gates did not appear to have been disturbed, except where the young fighter had wandered around.

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Khalin’s brow creased into a now all-too-familiar scowl at the lack of treasure within the rust monster — his latest dream of gold popped. Still, it took a lot to keep the gregarious warlord’s spirit down, and presently, having wiped the goo and gore from his limbs, he rose and joined Tradden by the lever.

‘Let me have a look, lad,’ he said as he peered at the mechanism, looking for clues as to whether pulling it would turn out to be a wise move. ‘Heh, this would be child’s play for Mister Nothing no doubt…’

[Khalin Dungeoneering Check: 1d20+3: 13] - failure!

‘Hmm,’ he mused, trying to sound like he knew more about it than he did. Tradden’s barely concealed smile betrayed the fact that the dwarf was clearly stumped.

‘Oh, well, we’re just going to be wondering if we don’t pull it aren’t we?’ Khalin concluded, before stepping back well out of the way, and slightly to the side, then raising his shield.

‘Off you go then!’ he quipped, smiling as Tradden’s eyebrows rose for just an instant in what might be interpreted as surprise.

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Tradden drew his one remaining blade, tossing it from hand to hand for a moment, unused to just having one sword on the go.

When he was ready, he used the other hand to pull the lever, and then stepped back, and to one side.

Anyone watching from the viewpoint of the gate would have seen Khalin’s head appearing at about chest height to Tradden’s side, peering around his better-armoured fellow to see what might happen…

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As the lever clicked into place there was a satisfying clunk and then the grate of metal on metal echoed around the chamber despite the dampening effect of the soot. A billow of soot puffed into the room from the far side of the gate from the lever and the pair could see the gate visibly moving sideways across the room on some form of inset rail.

The pair readied their weapons and fell into a martial stance, ready for whatever was behind the gate.

‘It’s taking its bloody time,’ muttered Khalin, nervously rotating his warhammer in his hand.

The gate inched inexorably across and both of the heroes could already feel the heat begin to rise in the chamber.

‘I said this wasn’t a good idea,’ said Tradden.

The pair edged across the room trying to get a better look at was was beyond the gate. They were greeted by a ruddy glow and a lot of heat. In the corner of the small annexe, seemingly clear of soot, Khalin spotted an anvil and a whole host of tools, gleaming in the flickering glow. As the gate moved fully across it seemed obvious to the dwarf.

‘It’s… a… forge…’ whispered Khalin, half to himself. Then, more boldly, as the full realisation hit him he moved in front of Tradden to get a better look. ‘It’s a bloody forge,’ the dwarf bellowed, ‘and by Moradin’s Hammer, they’ve harnessed an earth fire!’

The dwarf began to beam, stammering over his sentences as his excitement visibly grew. ‘They’ve got a channel down there directly to an earth fire — the heat you get for manipulating metals bests any fire man-made,’ he instructed. ‘But what man or beast could work in there so close to the heat?’

At the back of the annexe was a huge fire grate with a number of shelves, troughs, levers and wheels. It seemed alive with the flickering glow, subdued by the grate. Khalin surmised that the right combination of the levers and wheels would release the full potential of the earth fire.

‘Shut the gate, Tradden,’ the dwarf uttered. ‘This is beyond us at the moment — I don’t fancy meddling in there!’

Tradden simply nodded, not fully understanding what was going on, but understanding enough that to make some form of mistake here could be fatal. He licked his lips and wiped the sweat from his brow. ‘Right you are,’ he managed, and pushed the lever back to where it had been. ‘Let’s get our things and get out of here.’

The pair only relaxed once the gate was fully back in place once more.

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With all haste the pair started to ensure they’d gathered what they had found. Selected tomes from the bookcase were put into sacks alongside the strange chain mail wrapped in some of the larger pieces of leather from the rubbish pile.

The parchment map was rolled and wrapped in some of the softer, more supple, leather from the rubbish pile and added to the sack.

Tradden handed a sack containing the remains of Khalin’s armour to the dwarf, almost apologetically.

Khalin safely stowed some of the prentice pieces, including the odd wired one, into a further sack and then the pair looked at each other.

‘Ready?’ offered Tradden.

‘As I will ever be,’ responded the dwarf.

‘Right, let’s get out of here,’ sighed Tradden, and kicked the barricade away from the bottom of the stairs, and headed up back into fresh air. As he exited, he had one wry glance over his shoulder at the now covered again forge. ‘Caldring’s gonna love me!’ he said to himself, unable to suppress a grin.

‘What?’ came dwarven tones from the stairs above.

‘Nothing!’ said Tradden, following him up.

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Blackengorge

The journey back to Blackengorge was uneventful if long. Heaving the sacks back to town took longer than the pair thought, and it was beyond dusk when they arrived at the gates.

With some intrigued looks from the guards they were ushered in and set straight to The Bronze Lion to share their bounty.

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The Bronze Lion Inn

It was late, so The Bronze Lion was fairly busy. By now the townsfolk knew the group of adventurers, or at least knew of them, so perhaps it was to be expected that after an initial bunch of looks-over-shoulders and stares, most folk went back to their drinks.

However, many eyes stayed on the young lad and dwarf — the sight of them lugging various bags and items into the inn piqued many an interest. Any tension was quickly diffused by one of Tradden’s more inspired moments: he dumped his own bag on the table occupied by Zero and today’s young lady, and exclaimed to the room at large. ‘Hark! Another successful trip into the wilds for the benefit of the good people of Blackengorge!’

Seeing one of the guards, clearly off duty but still in uniform, the young fighter turned to address him. ‘Pray, my fine fellow, send word to the Council that we should meet with them at once, should they still be up at this hour — we have important business with them!’

Words like ‘hark” and “pray” were wholly unnecessary, and only really made Tradden look like a berk, but the folk in the inn seemed to accept what he was saying generally. The guard gave him a “who in the nine hells are you?” look, but quaffed what remained of his ale and sloped out, likely to find Valino and report what the annoying adventurers were up to now.

Whilst this had been going on Khalin had sat down on the other side of Zero, and surreptitiously bundled the package of books for Kireth at the feet of the rogue. ‘These need to find there way to the polite young mage, no doubt upstairs in his room practicing his comedy routine,’ hissed the dwarf to the human.

Zero, whose eyes never left his goblet of wine, nodded almost imperceptibly. After a few seconds, he stood up. ‘My dear…’ he held out his arm to his female companion who giggled ferociously, and acted perhaps more drunkenly than he actually was. ‘I tire of this company almost immediately, and the rigours of the day call for a good bath — would you be so kind as to accompany me? I find it very hard to reach the middle of my back.’

The two laughed and cavorted in a playful mood all of the way across the room and up the stairs, the rogue managing to flick, wrap and billow his cloak around the girl as they moved. Many an eye was raised to the ceiling — they had seen this kind of behaviour from Mr Uhlit before, so it was getting old news — however, none of them noticed that in all the fun, the package of books had been expertly hidden from view the whole time, and it also made its way up the stairs with the two lovers.

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The Bronze Lion Inn

Skillet, at the bar, a trained eye, perhaps saw more than most as to what was going on, but could only guess at what the group were up to. He did his duty by making sure that a set of drinks were taken over to the boy and the dwarf, including an extra large tankard for the warlord — the halfling was good at his day job.

Tradden’s previous guess was right — before too long Valino and the first guard entered the inn. The Guard Captain marched coolly up to their table and gave them a suitably uncomfortable silence before speaking.

‘The Council,’ Valino spat, not appreciating being a messenger boy, ‘will see you now.’ And with that he strode out.

With impeccable timing, Kireth, Celestia and Zero, now without anyone on his arm, and not looking any cleaner (although only Skillet noted it) came down the stairs, the former two roused from their rooms by the rogue. Together the five adventurers went forth to meet the Council, lugging their new items with them.

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Caldring’s Smithy

As the adventurers passed the smithy on the way to see the Council at the Town Hall, Tradden and Khalin indicated for the others to wait a moment and knocked at the sturdy wooden door. After a moment or two it creaked open a few inches and the surprised face of Caldring the smith greeted the pair, then glanced at the trio beyond.

‘Hi. Brought you a present,’ beamed Tradden, smiling a little too forcefully as he thrust the sack forward. Caldring loosened the opening just enough to spy the contents, and raised one elegant elvish eyebrow.

Casting a furtive glance up and down the street she beckoned the group inside.

Tradden quickly described how the pair had headed across to the Tower of the Mists — remembering to omit the primary reason for their little sojourn, lest he feel the crack of Kireth’s staff on the back of his head. He paused and looked to Khalin when he’d spoken of the gate, and the dwarf swiftly took up the narrative.

‘A forge, a ruddy forge harnessing an earth-fire. Can you imagine?’ the dwarf gushed. ‘What do you make of it? And this armour,’ the burly warlord shuddered again as he pointed quickly at the sack, ’by Moradin’s beard I’ve never seen anything like it.’

Caldring pulled the mail from the sack with a flourish, and cast an expert eye over it…

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Caldring’s Smithy

The smith turned the mail over and over in her arms and then walked over to the window shutters and flung them open. Night had drawn in and a baleful moon hung low in the sky — Caldring held up the mail to inspect it in the moonlight. From where the group was stood they could see all of the colours of the rainbow sparkling across the mail, even in the moonlight.

Caldring frowned, muttering to herself, as she crossed the room to her anvil, laying the mail down carefully. Before Tradden could stop her she picked up one of her larger hammers and slammed it down onto the mail with all her might! A single note issued, clear and true.

‘What manner of trick is this?’ she hissed at the group.

They looked at one another, and protested their innocence. Khalin offered that the mail had simply been found and that there was no trick and went on to explain his unease at the mail.

‘It is not right!’ exclaimed the elf. ‘How can this be?’

She didn’t appear to be making much sense to the group, so Tradden took the conversation on another path, explaining the problem with his sword and Khalin’s armour. Caldring did not take her eyes off the mail as Tradden spoke and simply uttered that if they left them she would have them sorted by the morning, waving her hand at a table in the corner for the items to be left. Tradden drew his sword and left it, almost reluctantly, but reverently, at the table and deposited the remains of Khalin’s armour next to it.

‘I have work to do,’ the elf uttered, effectively dismissing the group.

‘Er, right,’ was all that Tradden could manage and the group started to leave.

‘There are other pieces in those sacks,’ offered Khalin, but with not much of a reply, the group closed the door behind them and continued on their way to the Council.

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‘Well, she didn’t sound too grateful,’ said Zero as they ambled across the main plaza toward the Town Hall. ‘Not as much as you expected, eh?’ he continued, nudging Tradden in the ribs.

‘Yes,’ interrupted Kireth, vocal for the first time all night. ‘One would think that she’d never seen any thing like it on this earth before.’ He smiled wryly, somewhat to himself.

As the group turned to face the wizard, trying to understand his comment, Kireth opened the door to the Town Hall.

‘Shall we?’ he smiled.

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[…continued in Book #01, Chapter #03, Scene #06…]