AN: Another chapter I wrote a while ago. I'm working on chapter 16.
Chapter 15: Bound Wizard
It had been a day since the invasion. I found that the only people who died during the fight were the demolitionist and clothier. The nurse was able to save the lives of the rest of the injured.
"So, how's everyone doing?" I asked the nurse as I walked into the currently full hospital.
"The Mechanic is all better, and she's still gushing about how brave the goblin tinkerer was. Everyone else is still in critical condition. I expect them all to make a full recovery, however." The nurse said, looking down at her clipboard. I grinned and walked outside, My new sword at my side. I had given night's edge to Guide. I had gotten steampunker to fashion me a sheath for my sword, made of what we could salvage from the ruined armor of Dovan. Since it seemed tougher than my current armor, I was somewhat sad that it couldn't be used, but glad that I had a sheath to put my sword in. I suspected that anything less than whatever that substance was (I think guide said it was adamantite) would be cut through insantly. It was not a full sheath, as I knew that the sword would simply poke through the bottom. It was a sort of tube, though it fit the shape of my sword perfectly. The sword itself now glowed with a light blue aura on one side, and a red aura on the other, a silent reminder of my neutral alignment.
"Hey, Vald, I found something you might want to look at!" Logrolf shouted. We were deep underground, and I was searching for some materials to make Guide armor. I ran over to him, and saw a faint red glow through a large crack in the stone.
"What is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't know. Let's check it out." Logrolf said. I mined through a bit of stone, and found myself looking into a large cavern. In the middle was a person, tied up in glowing red rope.
"Need some help?" I asked sarcastically. The man nodded. I walked over to him and found he was wearing a purple wizard robe, and a similair hat. He had a long gray beard that nearly reached his waist. Logrolf walked over as well.
"Are you going to free already!? Get too it!" The strange man coughed. Logrolf sighed and drew Excalibur. He brought it down on the rope, and it simply bounced off the rope.
"Surely this rope isn't invincible?" Logrolf muttered.
"No, it isn't, however, only a weapon wrought by the elves can destroy it. And don't call me Shirley." The wizard said sadly.
"Weapon wrought by the elves..." I thought. Suddenly, I pulled out my sword.
"Dal Galduur... that sword was made before recorded time in the forges of the wind elves who imbued all of their fury and hatred towards the corruption into it. There are stories that say the elves of summerset created it, but such a blade could not be made by wood elves. No, only the wind elves can create a blade of that quality" The wizard said, staring at my sword.
"I earned it from the Spirit of Darkness in honorable battle. And surely it will be able to cut through the rope that binds you." I said.
"It will. And stop calling me Shirley." The wizard retorted. I felt like smacking him across the face. Instead, I settled for severing the rope that bound him. He stood up and stretched.
"So, what's your story?" I asked.
"I went to the dungeon to try and delay the reforming of Xyvaren, who you call the spirit of darkness. I was too late, and he defeated me in a duel. But instead of killing me, he half blinded me and made me gulp down a teleportation potion. It threw me in here, and I suppose you saved me. Thank you." He said thoughtfully.
"All in a day's work!" I said cheerfuly, "Anyways, there's an empty house at my village. I guess you can set up there." The wizard smiled.
"Thank you again. I guess I owe you something, don't I? Well, I suppose you can have this mythril anvil that I made long ago. I have no use for it. You, however, do." The wizard said. He handed me a large, heavy, green anvil. I put it into my bag, and thanked him.
"Well, I guess we'd better go up to the surface. Glad to meet you!" I said.
"Vald, I think you have enough hallowed bars to create a set of hallowed armor. Hallowed armor can not be punched through even by the strongest of swords or arrows." Guide said, smiling. I had all of my hallowed bars in a pile next to the mythril anvil, and I saw lots of things I could make. I didn't need a sword, I already had possibly the greatest sword in existence. I saw a useful looking pickaxe, but I decided to save that for once I had made the armor. I grabbed a small, adamantite hammer I had forged from the excess adamantite, and a dozen or so hallowed bars. I quickly got to work smashing the hallowed bars together, occasionaly, I would step back and observe my work. Sometimes, I would have to heat a few bars in the hellforge next to me.
After almost an hour of looking at the template and forging the hallowed bars, I had made myself a pair of boots, leggings, and a chestplate. Now, I had a choice of three helmets. One that seemed to sparkle with magic, but looked weak and akward to wear. The next one had dials and crosshairs, and seemed like it would improve my ranged capabilites. Unfortunately, it looked weaker than my current helmet. The last helmet had a full mask and a large white plume. It seemed to be even stronger than the chestplate, and I decided it was probably for the same kind of warrior as me- a swordsman. So, after a small amount of time, I forged the strongest helmet. I couldn't help but admire the set of armor.
"Good work Vald." Guide said, whistling.
"Thanks." I said. I slipped off my current armor, and donned the hallowed armor. I immediatly felt stronger than ever before. The visor allowed for me to see almost as if it weren't there, and so lifting it was unnecasary.
"Now, you're ready. Fit your wings on the back, and take it for a spin!" The guide said. I smiled and clicked the wings into place. I was certainly having a good day.