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| The forge radiated heat like that of a dragon's breath. Krynn immediately began to sweat profusely as he made his way past the other blacksmiths, seeking an empty forge and anvil. At the back he found one, and on the bench next to it sat his armor and the deeds. "Now how the hell do these things work...?" he muttered to himself. "Captain Krynn! What a pleasant surprise! Is there something we can do for you, sir?" One of the head blacksmiths trudged over. "Actually, Snipe - you can. I got these deeds from Tim Dunca... but I haven't a clue as to how to use them." Krynn handed over the repair contracts. Snipe perused them briefly. "Of course! Here... lemme go get you a hammer. The scroll will imbue your hand with the power of a Grandmaster Blacksmith, but all that power in your hand won't do you any good without a hammer in it!" Snipe stomped over to a nearby workbench and snagged a quality smith hammer. "Here ya go, sir." Krynn took the hammer from the smith, holding it awkwardly in his hand. It was nothing like holding a sword. Small and heavy as all hell, it was tough to keep a grip on it. "Um... now what?" "Oh! Heheh! Here... read the Words of Power at the bottom aloud and concentrate on the piece of armor that you wanna repair." "Right. Uhhh... An Jux Ylem!" The deed glowed bright white before it dissipated into a stream of energy. The stream flew from the table to the smith hammer in Krynn's hand. Instinctually, he brought the hammer down hard on his battered helm. A flash of light and sparks erupted from the hammer, then the light and energy died. There sat his helm, fully repaired and shining as if it had been polished. "I could get used to this..." Krynn grinned as he reached for another deed. � "You ok?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "I'll loot those guys of anything we might be able to use." Kendrik paused, looking around. "Where are the other two?" "I took care of them already. Now what?" The young mage wiped her brow. "I dunno," Kendrik responded. "My disguise and cover are blown. Once they resurrect, they'll be able to identify me with ease. I'm thinking I need to lay low again, get a new disguise. Gather my thoughts and whatnot. Just a place to think." Kendrik walked from corpse to corpse, looting their gold, gems, and magic weapons from the cooling bodies. He pulled off his robe, tossing it to the side, grabbed his ringmail leggings from his pack and put them on over his pants. "What about my place? I've got a log cabin near the Orc Fort by Yew. It's relatively secluded." "Does Krynn know where it is?" Kendrik straightened himself out and remounted Schmendrik. "Nope. I haven't spoken with him since..." Kendra trailed off, looking away to hide the tears. "...since dad died, right?" Kendrik finished his sister's painful realization for her and sighed heavily. "Me neither. Sounds like our best option.". "Alright... let's ride a ways up the road. Don't want any ghostly tag-alongs in my gate." Kendra hastily wiped a tear from her cheek and started up the road towards Minoc. Kendrik took one last look at the carnage before he joined her. � |
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