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Author's infos Gender: Male Age: 53 Location: Las Vegas, Nv |
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| Introduction: Day Two - An Arrogant Puppy, A lesson, A deal for a ghost and the farm | ||
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The next morning was overcast as I stretched by one of the practice rings. Sam and Cat had decided to try and sleep in. I thought about some of the things I had done before coming here. One of the things I missed was the weekend trips to the gun range. My dad had started me on them when I was ten. I shot everything from pistols to hunting rifles. I had even designed modified rifles and pistols last year, chambered for caseless ammo I had also designed. I had even competed in a long range rifle match and won. As I picked two short practice swords, I saw Samil talking to an elf I remembered from my first employment with Garth. I could see that Samil was angry and saw Teral step out of the crowd that always seemed to gather for any practice that I did. Samil seemed to hold himself very still. When Teral stepped up to them, the arrogant one said something that he found funny. He waved Samil aside and the arrogant elf turned and walked to me, “I told you I would teach you how your betters fight.” I only shook my head, “I still don’t teach arrogant puppies.” Turning I started away, the attack came when my back was turned, not that it made any difference. I stepped out of line of attack and then with a spin, my right hand sword struck the head of the elf. As the he staggered, I walked in, striking left and right in a blur. It only lasted a moment and then the elf was falling, both arms broken at the forearms, several broken ribs and a light concussion. I turned away as three elves rushed to the fallen ones side. I stopped in front of Samil and Teral. Teral shook his head, “You know he will try to send someone after you.” I looked back at the scene in the ring. “If he does I will give him a final lesson, there is always a challenge.” Teral looked at me and then murmured, “I’ll speak to his father.” Samil shook himself, “Do you still want to practice?” I nodded and Teral cleared his throat, “would you consent to a bout with me?” I nodded and we moved to another ring. The fight was a reminder of my first fight with Samil, it lasted over forty minutes and ended just as quickly as it began. When Teral struck at a faint and then only blocked partially, he got caught by a second blow he didn’t see coming. I had stopped the strike before it hit his neck. There was a pause and then I stepped away and bowed. When I returned home I was met with a sight, Legate Abrams sat at a small kitchen table that had been moved outside the kitchen door. There was a mug on the table and he was telling a story to what looked like every child in the neighborhood. The guard that stood nearby looked a little red in the face. As I listened to the end of the story, I found out why the guard was red in the face. It was a story about him and a slippery girl. She had apparently beaten him at everything they did and he had ended up marrying her. As the crowd broke up I clapped and the Legate smiled and bowed. As Sam and Cat approached, I smiled, “Were you able to sleep in?” The only answer was a mutter about children and their unnatural sleep habits. This earned a laugh from all. I laughed, “Did anyone show up from the healers to escort Jen?” Sam shook her head, “no, but a message arrived saying Samuel would be here at noon to speak to you.” I nodded and gestured for the Legate to accompany me, “I have rounds to make.” I noticed that someone had fenced part of the corral off and built a fence to the Keep’s passageway. As I entered the passageway, Jeremy greeted me, “Four elves came in a short time ago and are in with your patient, the elf.” He gave a brief description of the patients waiting to see me and where they were. When I entered Elvan’s room, I was greeted with silence. Cheerfully I gave Elvan a greeting, “good morning.” Elvan looked at me and quietly asked, “Is it true, you assaulted an elf noble?” I stepped to the bed and started checking him, I answered, “no, an elf attacked me from behind after I had refused to practice with him.” One of the well-dressed elves, snorted, “James is a noble. It would have been an honor for anyone to practice with him.” I looked at him, “I’m not anyone.” The elf replied, “Even here I did you don’t show the proper respect.” Looking down at Elvan, “would excuse me for a moment?” Walking around the bed, I felt more elves at the door but I continued to walk up to the elf, “Respect? Why should I respect you? What have you done to deserve my respect? Should I respect you, because you are an elf and live forever? I have looked and asked, where are the great learning centers for your people to teach others music or art? Where are the schools of medicine or science? Why should I respect you for living if you waste it? Should I respect you because you are a noble? That’s an accident of birth. A true noble doesn’t let himself come before his people, but instead puts his people before himself. His rule should be one to promote the health and prosperity of his people. Should I respect you out of fear? Elves once practiced great and terrible magic’s and had vast army’s. Isn’t that what the one that once ruled these halls did? Isn’t that what your cousins the drow do?” He exclaimed, “But I’m an elf!” I snorted, “Like they are not? Respect is something one earns. I have a simple rule, I treat everyone with common courtesy until they prove that they don’t deserve it. You act polite to me and I will be polite to you. You act arrogant to me, I will be arrogant to you.” Turning I walked back to Elvan who had been watching and finished examining him. Without turning, I asked Tom, (who had been sitting by the wardrobe next to a standing Legate) “Would you hand me the small scissors, gauze and the shallow bowl of water?” I had asked to have these ready for this morning. As Tom handed the supplies to me a new voice spoke from the door, “What about those that attack another unprovoked?” Without looking up from cutting and removing the stitches in Elvan, I answered, “You would be the father. Well, attacking someone from behind that has refused to practice with you would be provocation.” The elf responded, “That is not the story my son tells.” I continued removing stitches, “Well, as to his story, I wouldn’t be able to help you. As for what happened, there were more then a hundred witness, including Teral standing beside you. Obviously, you don’t believe him so you wouldn’t believe them. That is why you brought the four armored guards in the hall, to teach me a lesson.” The elf was a little flustered and I continued, “If you will give me a few moments to finish, I will be right out.” I half felt the wave that sent the guards back down the passage. When I finished with Elvan, he whispered a warning, “Be careful.” I smiled down at him, “I usually am. Now I don’t want you doing too much for the next day, after that you can start exercising more. You will tire quickly at first so go slowly.” Handing everything back to Tom, “see that everything is burned or sterilized.” With a wave to the elf lord to proceed me, we went down the hallway and out the doorway. The four elves were waiting for me in the corral. As I stepped into the corral, I asked the elf lord, “how far do you want to take this?” His answer was that they would take this as far as it needed to go. Reaching out with all my senses, I walked to the center of the four. As they attacked, I drew the two short swords that I had across my back. The handles had been by my waist and as they swept up blocking, I kicked the one in front of me. Spinning, I let myself go. It wasn’t a minute later that I yelled for them to stop. There I stood, one of the swords at the throat of an elf. The others hesitated, I stepped back, lowering my sword, “I’m sorry, you have skill, but you should not be facing me. You are not that good.” All the elves looked at me, but the one that had been at my swords point spoke up, “Why? What am I doing wrong?” I looked at him and then turned my head, “Would you grant me a moment?” When they nodded and stepped back, I faced the other, “You fight with skill, but you only use your eyes and you let the others distract you. You must learn to use all your senses, hearing, smell, touch as well as sight and move with the flow around you.” When the elf looked at me uncertain, I made a decision. In a smooth motion I replaced the two swords in their sheaths, “Teral, would you assist me?” To the elf, “would you lend me the black kerchief in your breast pocket?” I rolled the kerchief up and wrapped it around my eyes. Holding my hand out to the elf, “May I borrow your sword.” With the sword in hand, I spun it around my hand weighting it. Turning to face Teral, I reached out with all my senses, “When you’re ready.” Teral’s attack, seemed to hold nothing back, the fight lasted only a minute before I stood with my borrowed sword at Teral chest. Stepping back, I removed the kerchief and bowed to Teral, “You were too much in a hurry this time.” Teral bowed back and stepped out of the corral. Returning the sword to the elf, “Learn to use your other senses and learning to understand what you see will help with the distraction when fighting with others.” The elf sheathed his sword and bowed with his head lowered and his arms crossed, “Thank you Master.” As he left the corral, I turned to face the three elves, “Gentlemen you have my apology, if you are ready to continue?” The three looked at one another and then bowed to me. The one in the center stepped forward, “Master we yield to your skill and compassion.” Saying this they put their swords away and left the corral, walking out the gate without looking at the elf lord. I climbed out of the corral and walked up to the noble and waited. It was a minute before he sighed, “You show compassion and honor. The skill you demonstrate is not common. I don’t know what to do.” I sighed too, “Teach him. Not just how to fight, but how to treat people. Teach him honor and compassion.” The Noble bent his head in thought, “Who, Who would teach him?” I gestured, “Teral could or Samil, both have skill.” The noble looked up, “What about you?” I thought about this for a minute, “The problem I see with that is that he does not respect me.” I thought about it and what I came up with was not something he would like doing. I looked him in the eye, “Give him to Samil in Bond.” The noble looked at me, “I can’t put him in bond against his will.” With a clearing of his throat the Legate spoke up, “Actually, you can. As his liege, you can put him in bond.” The noble looked at the Legate and then back at me, “Will Samil accept him?” I shrugged, “ask Samil for his help. If Samil agrees, I will try to teach him as well.” As he was leaving, two Mages came in the gate. It was the older one and the skinny one. With their arrival, the Legate seemed to relax a little. As they walked up to me, I greeted them, “Good morning gentlemen. To what do I owe the honor of your presence this fine morning?” The older mage looked at me then glanced at the Legate. “Well, we would like to look into the necromancer’s workrooms.” I looked from them to the Legate and back, “You gentlemen seem to have me at a disadvantage. I gave you my name yesterday but I am afraid I didn’t get your names?” The older looking mage turned a little pink, “My apologies, I was a little preoccupied yesterday. My name is Artimus, this is Nathen.” I smiled, “And your other friend?” Artimus looked at me and then turned to look around before finally looking down at the grey spotted cat that sat at his feet. “Simon, what are you doing here? I asked you to remain at home.” The cat only stared back at him with unflinching eyes, “No, I don’t need you to watch my back. Yes, I know I get distracted, but... What?” Turning back to me, he frowned, “Sorry, Simon has reminded me of my manners. This is my familiar Simon.” I had a little trouble hiding my smile but with an effort, I managed. With a slight bow, I acknowledged the cat. “Now, how can I help you?” Artimus again looked at the Legate then repeated that they would like to look at the necromancer’s workrooms. I looked at Legate Abrams, “I take it you are not here by accident to tell stories to the children.” Legate Abrams smiled, “No, late last night, a drow interrupted the mages quorum. Pendar escaped and two mages were killed, another three were injured. The council representatives asked me to see if I could persuade you to let the mages look through the workrooms. They remembered the last time someone tried to enter a mages domain without his permission.” I thought for a minute, there were things that bothered me, turning back to Artimus, “Perhaps, if you could do something for me.” Artimus raised his eyebrow, “Such as?” I thought about it and replied, “I want to speak to my great grandfather. The problem is he died four years ago and on another world.” Nathen seemed to take an interest, “It might be possible to summon the spirit. I don’t know if his dying on another world will make a difference. You only want to speak to him?” I nodded and Nathen and Artimus put their heads together for several minutes. When they broke up Nathen directed me to a clear area in the corral. After drawing two symbols on the ground, Nathen gestured, “stand in one and think of your grandfather.” He sat outside of the other and when everything was ready began a chant. I could feel the web of magic that slowly reached out to me and then seemed to fade into thin air. I could see that Nathen was straining, as if he were struggling with something. I saw a wavy white form start to appear inside the other symbol, but it looked like Nathen was still having trouble. I called out, “Grandfather, I need your help!” Nathen was suddenly rocking back. It was as if he had been pulling against a resistance and suddenly the resistance was gone. Inside the other symbol, a form appeared of an Indian in his early twenties with long black hair, “Grandson, why have you done this? There is little help I can provide from here.” “Grandfather, I need advice. I am on this strange world and am not sure what to do. Should I try to find my way back home or stay and make my way here?” Nathen sat forward as if he were ready to react to a threat. I was the only one that heard the voice of my grandfather, “Grandson, the way one travels must be their own choice. You have said you wanted to be a doctor to help people. In which place would you be the most help?” I bent my head acknowledging what my grandfather had said, “Thank you grandfather.” As the form of my grandfather faded, his voice sounded again, “White Hawk, your answers are in your heart, you will be a great warrior. Good hunting and don’t do this again.” That time everyone heard his last words. When he was gone and the magic had faded Nathen stood, “That must have been an amazing person when he was alive.” I nodded agreement as I helped erase the symbols. I walked the two mages and the Legate into the passageways. I stopped at the door going into what I thought of as the necromancer’s torture room, “One thing. If there are spells that will affect the whole complex, please let me know before you do anything. When you are finished, have someone find me and I will take you up to his crafting room.” With that, I opened the door. The mages slowly stepped into the room. I could see their fists held tightly at their sides. Simon seemed to be trying to walk as close to Artimus as possible. The Legate looked in and his face turned a little grey. He stepped back, “I don’t think they will need me anymore. We will be trying to enter Pendar’s house tomorrow morning. If you are available to help with any injured, I would consider it a favor.” I nodded, “I’ll be there.” I escorted the Legate out and then returned to my sick and injured. I spent the rest of the morning after my sick call in helping John place beams in two of the rooms and in helping to remove rubble from the top landing. I had just sat down outside of the kitchen, when a man and woman, (both looked to be in their twenties) came through the gate. They were followed by a little boy three or four years old and the woman carried another baby maybe a year old. They approached me and asked to speak to Michael. They were surprised when I told them that I was Michael. I was finally able to convince them that I was probably the Michael they were looking for. The man looked at his wife, “My name is Peter, this is my wife Eleanor and the two children are Tomas and Harry.” He took a breath, “I was told you helped people… my eldest son Adam has been picked up by the guards as a homeless vagrant.” I looked at him and his wife, “Are you homeless?” Peter looked down at his feet, “Yes, the Saur ate the crops and we were let out.” I raised my eyebrow, “The Saur?” Peter looked at me in surprise. The voice of John spoke from the door to the kitchen, “The Saur are lizards. They get pretty large, maybe twenty to twenty five feet.” I looked back at him, “Do they attack people?” John nodded, “Yes, if you get too close. Mostly they eat leafy things, but they will attack anything they think is in their territory… except each other.” I looked at Peter, “how hard is it to kill them?” Peter shrugged, “it usually takes several men because arrows won’t penetrate far enough and by the time you get close enough for anything else it is already attacking you.” Another voice spoke from the corner of the kitchen wall, (it was Jeremy) “It is believed that the Saur were brought in by Dragons as a source of food. All we know for fact is that they were first seen after the dragon attacked and made the dwarven mines home.” I looked back at Peter, “So these Saur ate your crops and the land owner let you go rather then try to kill the Saur?” When Peter nodded, I sat there for a minute thinking and then after making up my mind, “John, could you send someone to find out who owns the land on the other side of the river and see if they would be willing to sell? Do you know where Sam is?” John laughed, “Teaching what looked like the whole neighborhood how to swim.” I smiled, “Is there anyone else that knows how to swim there?” John nodded, “Gentle and Paul, that’s what’s so funny. They keep dunking each other.” When I saw Samuel coming through the gate and head for me, I turned to Peter, “I’ll help. Take your family into the kitchen. Ann will fix something for them. When you’re done come back and we can talk about a job.” After John had shown them into the kitchen, I turned to Samuel as he approached. “Good afternoon Samuel, how are you today?” He gave me a rueful smile, “Tired, I was up most of the night with injured mages.” As he said this, Cassy and Jen came out of the kitchen. “The reason I needed to talk to you was that I was told by my superiors that the order could not be seen as teachers of a Mair. I was not happy with this. The abbot said that as long as I taught her outside the temple it would be okay. What this means is any teaching will have to be here or whenever I get a call and have time to send for her.” I thought about this, “That actually sounds better. Will you be doing anything today?” Samuel gave a tired smile and nodded, “I wanted to go over some of the basics and when to use wards. That type of thing.” I turned to Jen, “Go with Samuel, he will explain some things to you. Cassy can go with you if she likes and doesn’t get in the way.” Turning back to Samuel, “You can use one of the lower rooms in the keep. If you need to, I’m sure you could find someone for her to practice on.” As they left, I saw one of the neighborhood boys running out the gate and John came back out of the kitchen. “Michael, you do realize that there are Saur on the other side of the river?” I smiled, “We’ll cross that bridge after it’s built. Speaking of building, do we have anyone clearing the rubble on the stairs?” John nodded, “There are three men up there now and I had Tom and another boy move all the swords to the last room on this level. They said that with luck it would be clear by the end of the day. Also if you plan to fix that Keep up, you will need more workers, some skilled and that costs. Speaking of cost…” He ended with a smile I had come to know. I smiled, “I’ll be right back.” As I was walking back to the bedroom, I thought about all the work we were doing and were going to do. In the bedroom, the door leading out to the river was open and I could hear squealing and splashing. Moving to the corner that we had set aside and covered with the black curtains. I uncovered part of it and emptied a small chest then refilled it with gold pieces, before filling my purse. Covering everything back up, I went to the river door and caught Cat’s attention. She had Paul take over holding a small girl up as she was learning to paddle. When she got to the door I told her that I would be going out and why. I also told her that it might be time to move into better quarters like maybe one of the upper bedrooms. Cat nodded and felt her back, “I agree, someone kicks in their sleep.” I laughed, “We can put them in the next bedroom, just to save your back. You or Sam can take a look at that large bedroom on the top floor. And maybe a room for Sarah on the lower floor?” I went back up the stairs carrying the small chest. Back in front of the kitchen Peter and his wife were waiting with John. I told them, I would be with them in a minute and had John walk with me into the smithy. I set the small chest down on a work bench in back out of sight. When I opened it, John looked stunned, “John, you and Ann have helped me without complaining. This is not all I have but for right now it is your working budget. You can have Jeremy show you or Ann how to keep track of it. If you need money for something, use it. It is also time for you to stop being just a worker or blacksmith.” “You have a skill for getting things done, it is time you used it. If you see something that needs a worker then hire one. You can even do that from here in the smithy where you are more comfortable. You’ll need to check on the work every now and then to be sure it gets done the way it should. We can sit down later and go over things or discuss what should be done about something if you’re not sure.” Took a breath, “John, I don’t need a servant, I need a partner. Would you consider it?” He sat down on the stool by the bench with a stunned look. Then after a minute he looked me in the eyes, “When you bought our bond I didn’t know what to think. Then you set us free and gave us a place to stay, even sharing food with us. You never treat anyone bad and always help without being asked. You are always asking our opinion about this or that before making up your mind. I think you have already been treating us as partners, so can I do any less? The answer is yes.” He stood, “Now that that’s done, what are you planning for the land on the other side of the river?” I smiled, “A farm of course. With all these mouths to feed it will come in handy.” John shook his head, “What about the Saur, don’t you think they will be a problem?” I thought back to my long distance shooting, “No, I don’t think that will be the problem. Among other things that I did before I came here was design weapons that are very powerful.” John looked doubtful but nodded, “And the farmer? What job? Building the farm across the river?” I nodded, “John, I’m moving my misfits up into the keep. To the top floor, the two bedrooms on the other end, the large one and the one next to it. Maybe you should do the same and take the two on this end, put the kids in one by themselves and give you and Ann some privacy.” I turned and went back out to the kitchen. After talking to Peter and his wife for several minutes, they agreed to try to build the farm as I asked. I asked if Eleanor would mind helping in the kitchen and had Peter come with me. Before I could go anywhere the two mages came out of the passageway trailed by the cat, Simon. They came up to me looking a little pale and Artimus murmured, “Simon reminded us that it was past time for his lunch.” I looked down at Simon, “Well if he says its time then it must be so. If you would like, you might ask in the kitchen. I’m sure they would be able to find something. Even someone as knowledgeable a person as Simon might find something.” Artimus and Nathen nodded their thanks and started into the kitchen. “I’ll be back shortly, maybe in an hour.” Artimus stopped and turned before nodding. After they had gone inside Simon was still sitting there looking at me with his head tilted a little and I could feel a tingling in my head. Then it stopped and Simon got up and trotted to the door as Artimus opened it looking out. Shrugging my shoulders I led Peter off, out the gate. Twenty minutes later we were standing in front of the Guard headquarter for this part of the city. Peter had said they had brought his son here. I nodded to him, “let me do the talking.” As we entered, I recognized several of the guards, but went up to the bench where a sergeant sat. When the sergeant acknowledged me, I explained, “one of my worker’s children was picked up by mistake and I am here to collect him.” The sergeant looked at Peter, “We only pick up vagrants.” I shrugged, “there must be a mistake. The boy’s father is a farmer and the boy is not of age.” The sergeant looked at me for a long moment, “What’s the boy’s name?” I smiled, “Adam.” He wrote something down and then folded it, “Have a seat against the wall.” A few minutes later a lieutenant came out leading a boy about six. By the way Peter reacted I knew this was his son. I recognized the lieutenant as the one that had been speaking with the legate the other day. When the lieutenant arrived he looked at me, “Is this Adam?” I nodded, “yes.” The lieutenant frowned, “I didn’t know you owned a farm.” I explained, “I am buying the land across the river.” With Adam in tow we left and once we were outside, Peter swung him up into a hug. Back at home I found the two mages sitting on the stoop of the kitchen, both looked in much better shape. There was a portly looking man with John by the side of the house. When I asked, Artimus told me it was some city official. Ann came out the door and when she saw me she smiled, “The property has been foreclosed and the city owns it.” I shook my head, I did not understand the people here sometimes. With the mages in tow (Simon had disappeared somewhere) I led them up to the crafting room as I called it. When we entered, I could see that something was different. It was a moment before I knew what it was. No longer was there a feeling of waiting, there was activity at several benches, which at first worried me until I saw the sketches I had left here. They were making what I had sketched! Turning to the mages I saw that they had warded themselves. I explained, “I left some sketches up here and apparently they are crafting them.” They relaxed and I asked something that had worried me, “Are these whatever they are… are they ghosts or spirit’s of someone?” I could feel the tendril of magic spreading out from Nathen. After a few minutes Nathen spoke, “No, these are animated copies. They are only spells, but very complicated ones.” I watched as they wandered around the craftroom. A voice spoke quietly, “Master, could you explain this.” When I looked down it was to see the paper with a formula and a sketch of the .45 Magnum ammunition that I had drawn. It was floating waist high beside me, “What needs explaining?” The section of the paper that held the formula started glowing. So as the mages wandered around, I sat and explained the formula and then I was examining work that was brought to me. By the time the mages were finished, I had a complete set of the surgical instruments. As I was closing the door behind me Artimus spoke up, “That is a very valuable workroom. The spells that control it have no taint of the necromancer on them.” They were quiet all the way out. Back outside they turned to me and Artimus spoke again, “The necromancer’s work room, that ghastly place, the spells there need to be broken. The only spell in the room that wasn’t bad was the one on the salamander. If you want, we could do it for a price.” I looked at him, “What price?” He shrugged, “The use occasionally of the craft room.” I continued to look at him, “And who provides the materials for your work?” Artimus blushed, “We will provide them.” A mumbled, “I told you so”, from Nathen confirmed that I would have been stuck providing the materials if I had not asked. After a moment I agreed and we shook on it. After they had left, it seemed that things had settled down. John told me that he had purchased the land and it was larger then we thought. We went over constructing a temporary rope bridge. Then it was time for the afternoon class. Again my class was full. I had to break it in two, those just starting and those that were practicing. After class, I got with Sarah, Cat and Sam. I wanted Sarah to handle the morning sick that came in and Cat and Sam would go with me to help the Guard. When I went to wash and change for the night I found everything gone. I went outside as Sam was just coming out of the kitchen and I stopped her. “Where did everything go?” She smiled and led me up into the passageways. When we came out onto the fifth floor I could hear the shouting and laughter of the children. Sam led me to the left past the first bedroom, Serene, Rose and Samantha came rushing out right into me. At first there was fear on their faces and then as I released them (ensuring that they wouldn’t fall down) they started talking fast. It seemed that they just had to show me “their” room. Sam told me quietly, “it took us a while to convince them that it is their room and they were not going to be locked up again.” When I left, they were splashing in the bath. Our bedroom was almost across the hall from the exit leading up behind the stables. When I entered, I saw Cassy and Jen sitting by the fireplace. It looked like they had already bathed and Jen was brushing Cassy’s hair. Cat was putting chests that I recognized into one of the armoires. I quietly told her and Sam about the treasure room behind the crafting room. Each of us took a chest or package, Jen and Cassy had come over to help us. Going back out and down to the crafting room, I had to reassure Jen and Cassy that it was alright for them to enter. The necromancer had forbidden it on pain of death. I led them across the room to the other door. When they saw what was inside (especially the gems) it seemed that it was time for them to examine it themselves. While I was waiting, a package seemed to float up to me. The package had a slight feel of magic about it, “Master, is this acceptable?” The package was made of tooled leather about 18 inches long. When I opened it, I saw that it was one of the pistols I had sketched. It almost looked like a Desert Eagle with something engraved down the slide. I had designed it with caseless ammunition in mind but chambered for a .45 Magnum. It was made from mythril and it felt as if it belonged in my hand. The barrel was long at 7 ½ inches. The handle was a wood that had a greenish tint to it. I had labeled it my White Hawk. There was a small box as well and when I opened it, there were thirty rounds, each in their own slot and another row of ten that seemed different. When I pulled one out to see it, I saw that they had made them solid and more pointed. Along the side of the case were ten magazines. When I looked up, (of course there was no one to see) “Has the chamber been tested to be sure it will not explode?” “It will hold Master.” “And the Spell?” “I am sorry Master, it was very loud. A spell of silence was engraved. A Mage will have to activate it.” I nodded as the girls came out and I could see several gems in their hands. They told me that they wanted to examine them more closely. The night was more relaxed, though Cat did get up once to go next door and tell the girls to quiet down. |
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