The Arcane Blades

[Moot 1719]

His cold, emotionless gaze sets upon the hunk of steel, the purified metal glistening in the dim light of his smithy. The roaring flame dances, reflecting shadows across the room. In Front of his workbench, beside his large smoldering forge, Kalameet stands tall, his arms out over this ingot of steel. Taking a slow, sharp breath in, Kalameets eyes dilate, suddenly focused on the ingot on the table. Kalameets distinct gray aura suddenly appears, slowing running down his arms, mist forming around his palms slowly engulfing the steel ingot. Suddenly, the steel ingot begins to glow brightly, seeming to be super-heated by Kalameets aura; the ingot slowly seems to melt, slowly changing.

With his right hand -whilst the left stands idle-, Kalameet slowly seems to form the steel into a long blade-like shape. Although the blade is still rough and jagged, Kalameet runs his hand in the opposite direction back down the blade, seeming to smoothen the blade further. Kalameet repeats this motion a few more times, each movement of his hand seeming to smoothen, and sharpen the blade to an incredible edge. An edge that only a master of smithing could achieve. Kalameet halts his moment, seeming to rest for several moments, his breathing quickening for a short time.

Kalameet takes another deep breath, his stance now sturdy once more, he stares back down at the glistening blade, his hands once more hovering over it’s magnificence. Kalameets teeth suddenly grit, the gray aura bursting to life around his hands and the blade. At the end of the blade -where the hilt would be-, small pulsing gray vanes begin to form, they gradually crawl upward across the blade. The vanes seems to create a unique and beautiful design across the blades body, truly forming a blade of wonder.

Shortly after the blade was completed, Kalameet transmuted the blade onto a previously forged hilt, securing the blade. As Kalameet gripped the sword, the blade was suddenly engulfed in a gray colorless aura, the same as Kalameets. His emotionless gaze peered up and down the blade, speaking softly, his voice dancing on the forge-room walls.

“And so the last of the seven have been made; the last of the Seven Arcane Blades.”

[Lark 2227]

Lark Steelwall don't need no fancy magic to make his blades like this.

[ĔṀĔŔĨĨČĶ 519]

"That's not real blacksmithing." says well informed man who once watched Lark blacksmith. Of course he wasn't saying it to Kalameet, whom he doesn't know is also doing fake smithing, but to some make shift smith trying to open up a place in Abresi next to Lark's.

 

"Lark is best smith." He repeats.

[iris1612 1780]

"Dibs!"

[Terafir 90]

Aret would very much want to study these blades... if he knew about them. Which he doesn't, sadly. So yeah.

[Moot 1719]

"That's not real blacksmithing." says well informed man who once watched Lark blacksmith. Of course he wasn't saying it to Kalameet, whom he doesn't know is also doing fake smithing, but to some make shift smith trying to open up a place in Abresi next to Lark's.

 

"Lark is best smith." He repeats.

It's a good thing Kalameet was transfigering/enchanting, and not smithing.

[Rivk Zavadsky 700]

*The Super Soldier watches* 

[Heff 2460]

"That's not real blacksmithing." says well informed man who once watched Lark blacksmith. Of course he wasn't saying it to Kalameet, whom he doesn't know is also doing fake smithing, but to some make shift smith trying to open up a place in Abresi next to Lark's.

 

"Lark is best smith." He repeats.

Lark Smith Is Best Smith. Lark Smith Make Do Of "LARKON-PUNCH!"

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.