North's End by Max Swift (portable ebook reader .txt) 📖

Bang! Bang! Bang!    

The blade was so hot, it glowed a bright orange, as he continued to pound it with a hammer. He turned the red hot blade over, and after hammering a few more times, he dunked it in a pool of water. Smoke rose into the air as the cooling of the blade caused a long hissing.   

 "Vexton!" A voice came from outside the door, before being kicked in. "George Vexton! The best blacksmith in all of Rock's Edge! How comes my new sword?"  

   Vexton took a deep breath before replying, "It's coming along fine, my lord. I must say, I've never worked with a metal such as this, it's much harder to shape."

He brought the blade over to the furnace. "I keep having to fold, and fold, not to mention, I'm trying a special technique with layering."

    There was a small glimmer in Lord Marcel Ryei's eye. "You are a god amongst the metals and let any man who say otherwise be bellied by that blade, there." Lord Ryei walked around, looking at various things lying about. "This place, Vexton, it's...it's terribly grim. Just say the word, and I will have you set up beautifully in Wind's Valley. Or perhaps I could lend you some gold, and you could expand here? Of course, you’d pay me some every moon afterwards, it wouldn't be a problem."  

 Vexton had forged a couple of shortswords for Lord Ryei in the past, but even though they didn't know each other very well, Lord Ryei acted as if they were best friends. "I'm sure it wouldn't be, my lord, but I'm quite content, here. This place was my father's, and his before him. Sometimes, I feel as though their very talent seeped into these stone walls and it's where I draw mine."   

 The walls consisted of many uneven rocks that were toppled onto each other, some black, some grey, somewhite. Three of the walls were completely made up of stones, although they did a great job of keeping the outside light out. The entrance, however, and the wall it shared, was made of dark wood. He also had a stone table about waist high, which he used for his hammering, stationed in the center of the room. There was a smaller, wooden table to the far right of the room with a flagon of red wine and a couple of cups. That's where Lord Ryei was headed. "I'm sure to a certain degree, that's true, but we could always dissemble these stones and build them up, again, " he stated loudly. "Don't fret, I shall not push you. You be the only blacksmith I trust.”    

“My lord honors me,” Vexton replied, “I take great pleasure in forging your swords.” He pulled the blade from the furnace as eager flames licked and flickered after it. He placed it onto his special stone table, glowing, and began to hammer again. When he dunked, Lord Ryei walked over to Vexton and handed him a big black diamond, the size of his fist.  

   “It’s a black ruby, very rare. I was hoping you can put it in the hilt for me.”  

 Vexton turned the black ruby about in his hands. Black it was, but it gave off a red glimmer when reflecting off the torchlight. “Black rubies are said to hold powers far beyond any man has ever known, when used correctly. Where did my lord come across this, if I may be so bold?”  

 Lord Ryei chuckled softly, “Caught your eye has it? Sure, people talk rubbish about black rubies, but what we know for certain is that they are valuable, beautiful, and rare. If there are any supernatural benefits, they will show themselves in battle. Here.” He tossed something to Vexton. It was another black ruby, although significantly smaller. “I had a small piece of it chiselled off for you. Maybe, you can put it on something you make for yourself.”   

 “My lord is too kind, I couldn’t -”  

 “You can and you will,” Lord Ryei replied. “I have five guards outside that door, and I will order them to gut you, unless you accept this black ruby, George Vexton.” He erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Vexton feared he may have lost his footing the way he bent backwards.   

 “Many thanks, my lord. I do not know what I will use it for, but I will think of something.” Vexton set both of the black rubies aside.  

 “Just don’t sell them. If you need gold, ask. This is a personal gift, yes?  

 “I understand, my lord.”  

 “As for where I came across it, let’s just say I have friends.” Lord Ryei pointed at the wine, “I was going to have some of that, but it’s best I be heading out. I’ll be in Rock’s Edge for a few more days, I’ll pick up the blade then. Twenty silver pieces for the sword, eight pounds of this rare metal, and a chuck of black ruby, as a gift. You made out pretty well, I’d say.” 

   Vexton was taken aback, “Eight pounds? My lord offers too much.”   

 “Vexton, you’re a good man with a good head on your shoulders.” Lord Ryei placed a hand on his shoulder, firmly, “I just wished you’d be more lively, your so grim all the time, Vex.” 

   Vexton smiled slightly, “My lord sees me once every couple of years, how would he presume to know how grim I am?”  

 “It’s no secret, Vexton.” He replied, plainly. “Plus, I know a couple people around these parts, and although your known for your amazing handy work, you are not known for pubs and brothels…or laughter.” Lord Ryei gave his shoulder a final squeeze, “I do fear I should be going now, though. The days don’t seem to hold as much light as they used to, the day will be gone before you know it.”  

 “Thank you, my lord, for coming, and for these gifts. You will be repaid with a sword like no other I have ever made before. It will cut your enemies’ swords in half, charged with power from the black ruby.”  

 Lord Ryei chuckled loudly, “Yes, yes, the black ruby. I just want it to shine red in the sun. Carry on, I’ll see you in a few days there, Vexton.”     

With ten heavy steps and the slamming of the door, Vexton was once again alone with the unforged sword. He spent the rest of the night working on it, and only stopping to look over the black rubies in awe.     The next morning, he awoke with an incredible ache in his right arm. He started his day with some cheese, crackers, and tomato broth. After his finished, he filled several basins with water, to bathe, and made his way down the temple. Priest Rayue was just outside the huge, golden double doors greeting followers as they entered.      

   “Vexton, what a wonderful day the gods have given us! Good to see you, son.” 

   “And you, Priest Rayue.” Vexton looked around at all of the followers pilling into the temple. “You’ve got quite a bit of people coming to the temple as of late.”  

 Priest Rayue nodded his head about, “It is true, many people have turned to the gods for answers and guidance. The gods have been good.  I’m to visit with the small council before Lord Rockwin to ask for gold to fund our expansion. It’s becoming so crowded in the temple, I fear there won’t be any room for new members sooner than late.”  

 “If your request is granted, I would be happy to help anyway I can. I’m pretty good with a hammer,” he said to the priest with a warm smile, before entering  the temple.   

 Rockwin’s Temple of the Gods was one of the most beautifully furnished temples in all of North’s End. There was a forty foot alter at the front of the temple, waist high, with a base of dark red wood, topped with a surface crafted completely of gold. There were hundreds of candles and incenses burning at the alter, which offered a soft glow that illuminated the stone statue towering over. In the four corners of the temple there were thin wired circular poles that were emitting soft mists that slowly drifted to the floor, giving the temple more of a comfort. There were no seats or benches, though, just small square pillows lined evenly from the alter to the entrance. The room was vast, there had to be at least two hundred cushions, and they were filling fast. But from the door leading to the alter, was a thin red carpet, that separated the room into two sides. Vexton approached the alter,  but didn’t take a cushion because  he didn’t plan on staying very long. After he said his prayers, he returned home.  

    George Vexton made a lot of progress that night. He was preparing the blade for the final layering in which he would add cryptography. He took some time to focus on the hilt of the sword, making sure the design and framework were to his standards.  It was magnificent, indeed. The hilt was jet black steel, same color as the blade, and the cross-guard was a generous number of swirls that were fighting for the edge of the quillon. The grip of the sword was customized to fit Lord Ryei’s hand perfectly, coated in a rare, shiny rubber. The pommel was made of black stone, and in it he carved out the image of a Wind Vallian gold piece, the face of  Wind Valley’s very first treasurer. After he crafted the black ruby into the sword’s cross-guard, and added the encrypted last layer to the black blade, he sat back and admired the finished product.   

 “You really outdid yourself with this one, Vexton.” He said to himself with no one there to hear him. “Lord Ryei will be more than satisfied, I do believe I deserve myself a cup of wine. Or maybe a flagon.” He poured himself a cup of wine and took a nice deep gulp, and looked around. He wondered if he should take Lord Ryei on his offer to expand. He didn’t really have much but a room for his work, a room to sleep, and a room to prepare meals and read if he chose to. The more he thought about it, though, the more he realized he didn’t have many hobbies. He prayed and stayed faithful to gods, forged weapons and armour, and like to read about history and magic every now and then. Money spent on expansion would only be a waste of money and space. He took a deep breath, and realized his glass was empty so he filled it again. He managed two sips before he heard a horse approaching, then came a knock at his door. “Who’s there?”   

 “Ser Danyz with a message from Lord Ryei.”   

 “Enter.” And so he did. Ser Danyz was a fairly short man, but stout all the same. He was not wearing his armour, but wore a thick leather vest, pants, and boots fit to break a man’s skull. He eyes were dark and very close together and his nose resembled a baby’s fist. He had a long forehead, and a thick veiny neck. “What message has Lord Ryei sent me?” Vexton asked curiously.   

 “Lord Ryei has requested your presence at the royal feast in the Great Dining Hall at the Rockwin’s castle, tonight. He is well aware of your low birth, but is eager to introduce you to Lord Marcus Rockwin if you are to remain in Rock’s Edge.” He stated blankly, as if Vexton should have already known. Vexton chuckled slightly at the idea of attending a royal feast,  

   “Tell my lord that I am very honored he thought of me, but