An Illusion Of Tranquility

[Smithers 388]

 

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Dawn in the Silver Enclave of Haelun'or was certainly what one might deem "peaceful". The morning sun was rising in the east, filling the sky with vibrant shades of orange and pink. The vast ocean of flowers before the gates was glistening with tiny drops of morning dew. A grey haze had spread across the lake in the center of Lin'everal, giving the Silver City a certain air of sleepy tranquility. Shadows inched sluggishly across the grass, cast by the beautiful soaring towers that served as the homes of the pure. The streets and alleys were empty, with the exception of an occasional member of the Sillumiran on patrol, for the blessed citizenry were all sound asleep in their bedchambers. Not a single sound could be heard, save the infrequent chirp of a bird ringing through the blanket of silence that was cast over the sleeping city. Or so it seemed.

 

To the casual observer, not a single thing was amiss and all was as it should be. However, should one close one's eyes and listen quite carefully, perhaps with a morning cup of tea in hand, one would gradually become aware that not all was right within the Silver City. It was very, very faint, but one may have progressively noticed that there was a certain bustle of activity where none should be. Should one approach the middle district in irritation, curiosity or otherwise, the source of the disturbance would become readily apparent. The rhythmic peal of metal striking metal vibrates through the very fabric of the air, destroying the peace and quiet. The soft glow of lit forges cast dancing shadows across the paved stone street in front of the smithy, in stark contrast to the slow, inching shadows of early morning. Stone parts and figures are scattered in and around the smithy, some finished and some not, but all lifeless. It seemed that, after two long years of absence, the resident smith of Lin'everal had returned… and he had a new skill.

[Destroyer_Bravo 1054]

((Golemancy I bet

 

And how? The only non-dwarf who knows golemancy was Sala and like Floop, I'm not sure how you became a golemagi and a golemancer at the same time...))

[Stag 3229]

Iatrilemar who had fumbled down the steps to the middle district tapped his staff along the stone pathway. Upon seeing the lifeless figures he began to trace his finger along the stone taking in the enormity of rock. Slow taps of his feet carried him past the smithy where the sight of Silir quickly caught his attention. Entering the the smithy he asked one question.

 

"Are we getting more stone men?"

 

And an answer was given.

 

"Yes."

[Birdwhisperer 1174]

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