Ondnarch's Breath

[Watty_Banker 172]

 

Bardel sat in front of the open fire in Heibenhall. The glowing ashes spirting from the burning logs contrasted against the white mountains and the black night sky. Many of his fellow clansmen walked by, all of them steered clear. 

The young white Dwarf just sat there, eyeing his waterskin filled with whiskey and drinking it when he felt it was needed. His glowing yellow eyes would often look up in hope that one of his cousins would join him by the fire but none dared to do so.
With a grunt he continued to stare into the fire, the flames appeared to dance as if they were beautiful women in a cabaret. Bardel had had enough, he threw his now empty waterskin aside, it sailed through the air and landed in the shadows, in a lump of dark snow. Whiskey trickled out into the cold.
Bardel looked back at the hot fire, its core like the forge of a blacksmith. Then back at the waterskin in the shadows. The whiskey had quickly begin to freeze out in the cold of Heibenhall. Then it happened. Two ideas, hit him like the fist of an Olog. So much that Bardel spluttered at the thought.
 
The Dwarf gathered himself and climbed to his feet. His braids and hair swayed in the freezing air as he did so. With a skip in his step he ran to the Celestial tower, slipping once or twice on some a few patches of frozen water as he ran.

He looked up, the tower stood tall above him and he imagined his idea. 

"Yes!" He exclaimed as he swang up the lift reaching the laboratory toward the top. He instantly got the cauldron bubbling with a spark from his finger.

 

 

 

Soon the sound of glass smashing and the revolting smell of Alchemy filled the air of Heibenhall as Bardel worked furiously. Plants and vials of all different shapes and sizes were soon wizing through the air. Some sort of blue seaweed, a beautiful white flower and a beating purple potato looking plant were among some of the regeants that Bardel worked into his concoction.

He worked his hands masterfully and with grace as he finally began to stir the now thick broth. The potion began to give off a cold steam and Bardel smirked as a pulled on some thick gloves and fastened his wolf hide cape to his neck. The young dwarf then rushed around the room and slammed shut the windows and braced them with cloth. Soon the room was completely airtight. The fog fell like liquid from the cauldron as it poured out onto the floor. The smog was now knee height on Bardel as he worked frantically to calm the potion. It oddly smelt sweat in the room, a strange change to most other Alchemical workings.

 

 

A cuss sounded from the tower as the brew began to fail. Bardel hastily began to chip at the ice which was now building up along the surface of his creation.

"You will not fail I will give neither of us a chance." with that Bardel bottled what remained in the pot. Enough for ten whole vials. "More than enough." Bardel commented.

 

 

The sum of  years work and research now stared him in the eye the liquid blue potion within hooked itself to the glass and bonded with it forming a layer of mist on the outside of the glass.

Bardel looked at the vials one by one

"Yes, yes. Perfect. The final product of years of work is perfect. Now to test it."

The stout alchemist looked about the room in search of a place to throw a vial but decided it wasn't a good idea. Instead he threw the vial out of the nearest window with no thought of whom it may land on.

Luckily the potion hit the foot of one of the other nearby towers and not some unsuspecting Irongut.

With a smile on his Bardel peeped out the window to watch the effects.

The bottle had smashed releasing the blue contents all up the wall. Although the liquid did not run down the wall as it should have, instead it stuck and slowly turned white. Then oddly enough the liquid began to expand and stretch up the tower. Like tendrils of ivy it slowly climbed until it reached halfway up the tower and became too thin to carry on.

"Aye, is perfect. Now for ah name... Artificial ice? Nae. Alchemical Ice? Nae. 'ow about Ondnarch's breath. Aye! That's ah good name."

Bardel went on to work on the second idea, only after writing on the vials.

"Do not consume under any circumstances"

[Watty_Banker 172]

((If you see this stuff around, its MCly represented as Ice and snow. You can destroy it, its not rock solid, its actually quite weak. But it is resistant to fire, including Alchemical Fire))

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Arayon Drakon smiles at the creation of ice from alchemy, but he still believes hydromancy is superior to alchemy.

[EndlessWord 10]

*The Watcher sees the spike of ice grow next to the tower and smirks

[Fimlin 1997]

[pretty sure its spelt Ondnarch, anyway nice rp post]

[Watty_Banker 172]

[pretty sure its spelt Ondnarch, anyway nice rp post]

 

((It probably is, I forgot the spelling

Fixed))

[James 425]

((It probably is, I forgot the spelling))

 

(( It is please fix as soon as possible))

[Glyc 234]

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