Tithinian the master smith was the first to recieve the new steel, the product of the recently founded Hilsatiri mines. The gnomes were only too happy to provide the odd new iron to make the fine Elvish Steel. He began the complex ritual that accompanied the making of the best of the elvish war-blades. His hammering of the steel followed an ancient proscribed rythym, one which if followed to perfection would lend the blade the full power and grace of the elvish people.
For hours he worked, the hammering pattern musical and unbroken, until just near the end. His mind slipped, for a moment, but no slips were allowed. His next hammer-strike was off, and instead of the harmonic ring, a dischordnant tone assaulted his ears. The blade, once shimmering with magic and harmony, became dark and ugly.
Enraged with himself, he cursed the blade, forgetting for the moment who he was, and where. Still raging, he took the spoiled blade over to the crucible and threw it in to be reforged later. It would be days before he'd be ready to work on the next blade.
Before he could do so, a second smith arrived at the shop and used the discarded steel to fashion into a fine steel breastplate.
Later on, the proud elvish warrior wearing the bright steel breastplate was struck by the spell of an enemy sorcerer, and this magical attack triggered the metal to revert to it's previous form, transfixing the elf. Go to Comment
Many in power never think through all the consequences of their actions. When the High Judges devised the Grinder, they thought they found a device horrific enough to discourage the most henious of crimes, never thinking of all it's effects...
Karv Masrharic was an unsual guard. Unlike most of his fellow guards, he did not find his duty onerous. Others drank heavily to drown out the screams.
He and the other guards were assigned to the Yunacoth, the Pit of Forlorn Hope (Literally, Pit of Dispair). This dungeon held many of the fiendish Kyeed 'Justice' devices, machines meant to render appropriate living hells to those guilty of the henious crimes. Treasoners, necromancers, murderers and rapists all met long, agonzing deaths here, or worse, ever pained and dreadful half lives.
Where Karv stood gaurd, he could hear the screams of those condemned to the Grinder, and could feel the low rumble causes by the rolling of the thousand-ton stone wheel. To him, or at least part, the screams were sweet music.
When the Grinder passed into disuse - a story that will be told, but not today, Karv found that he missed it. Go to Comment