A/N Hey y'all. It's upload day, and I figured I'd do something a little different. This is gonna focus mostly on exploring the town, familiarizing the main characters and you guys with the inhabitants, that kind of stuff. Should be a nice relaxing chapter.
Pelloth woke up to the sounds of construction. He stretched and yawned, slowly standing up. Unlike most elves, the conjurer enjoyed true sleep instead of the trance elves normally used as a substitute. He let his eyes adjust for a couple of seconds before wandering outside. Several of the townsfolk were hard at work repairing damaged structures while several more were setting up small shops where the materials to do so could be found. There was a small bakery, a forge with a dwarf studiously shaping something, and an unusual shop where a hooded woman was busy writing something on a sheet of vellum in a slightly glowing blue ink. He meandered over to the woman, peeking over her shoulder at the spell. He recognized bits of it, including a bit for three rays, and a strange bit about darkness and death. She noticed him staring and turned to face him. "This is yours when it's done. It's the least I could do. Of course, you could have asked instead of staring over my shoulder." She sighed. "Where are my manners?" she stood, exposing a dark skinned face. "My names Vierna. You'll find a lot of people have at least some amount of drow blood in this world. I'm only a quarter drow, but it's there." She sat back down and scrawled a few more runes. "There, there, and there!" her eyes flashed with excitement as she rolled up the scroll and handed it to the conjurer. "I call it conflicted ray. It's a modified form of scorching ray, able to swap between fire and cold energy beams. Use it well. Oh, and feel free to use my tools to write it out in your spellbook, along with any others you find. They never run out, and you should be able to get it written within two hours."
"Erm.. thank you." Why was everyone, even those with drow blood, being so kind to him? He'd barely done anything in the fight against the sorcerer, that had all been Thoril. He'd failed to save Pemwood, and he was a complete outsider to this world. He shrugged a bit. People would be people. He noticed the dwarf headed towards a familiar figure, the half drows yellow eyes standing out even at this distance. The smith was carrying a broadsword with runes carved down the length of it's blade that were glowing a dark shade of blue. A gem was set in the center of the crossguard, carved in the shape of a diamond with small circles cut out of one half, while the other half was nearly completely removed other than a pair of small circles. It swirled with a thousand shades of blue. The smith reached Thoril and reverently handed the blade to him. "Yer a sentinel now boy. As such, ye' deserve a sentinel's blade." The half drow embraced the smith after carefully sheathing the sword, whispering something in his ear that made the dwarf smile warmly. Pelloth smiled as well before turning and walking into the forest. There was a pressing matter that needed taken care of. The entire time he'd been in this realm he hadn't had a focus or component pouch. It was time to fix that. He followed the trail until he found the tree he was looking for. It had stood out to him due to its peculiar coloration. It was smooth and barkless, with silver colored wood that seemed nearly metallic. He set to work with his sword, slowly working a meter long length out of a section where the silver coloration was particularly bright. His task complete, he went back to the village and sat down with the scribes tools. He began to carefully inscribe the runes burned into his brain over years of study in Sorcere, flowing and twisting like celtic knots. He lost track of time, and found it again nearly three hours later when the task was complete. The rod held the properties of a focus, imbued into it by the glowing white runes etched into its length. He gave it a quick test fire, releasing an orb of acid at a space between a pair of trees. The runes flared lime green, and the orb flew neatly through the center of the gap before splattering against another tree, eating slightly into the wood. Satisfied, he pulled out his spellbook and flipped to the next page with space on it. He looked at the scroll Vierna had given him. It would probably fit. He conjured a set of scribing tools similar to the ones he used at sorcere, comfortable in their familiarity, and began to write.
A/N *checks dates* Wow I haven't worked on this in a while. Bad Dal! *smacks self* Sorry. School started and life's been hectic. Ill try to stick with my normal Wednesday/Thursday uploads. I'll try to have the next chapter uploaded sometime tonight.
New stuff: Arcane focus (rod)-Pelloth
Spell (Conflicted Ray)-Pelloth
Longsword +1- Thoril
