Draig hammered away in his shop controlling the flames with his skills given by the God of this world, his speed of production was something none could compare too as many weapons and armors began filling his space.
Looking at the room that had quickly been filled to the brim again he could only sigh and shake his head until the jingle in his pocket made his eyes light up in glee.
"Seems your coming to enjoy your new life" came the familiar voice as lightning was shot from Draig's finger aiming for the mans face.
"Oh your getting quick, I almost forgot to blink" laughed the figure.
"What do you want" sighed Draig not even bothering with his other skills.
"Well seeing as you have finally started performing your duties I decided to give you a bit of incentive to keep going" answered the man
"What do you mean by incentive" asked Draig suspiciously.
"Simple, me and the other gods have talked and they have agreed to grant you some extra blessings for a price but I don't know if your willing to pay it" stated the man
"I'm interested" replied Draig as he couldn't help the curiosity.
"Well seeing as I have already given you control of the basic elements of this world you should already be consent but some of the other gods feel that is still unfair that I yanked you from your world over a card game. In this aspect they have suggested that I sell you the abilities under their domain, these being sub elements. Well when I say unfair they feel it was unfair I was monopolizing your talents as my champion thus I have been forced to choose a new champion and you are no longer bound to this shop but I can't just remove your abilities without killing you and you are still a key factor in the worlds survival." explained the God sighing at the end.
"So what is the price I would have to pay" asked Draig in interest.
"Simple, the same way everyone else does business. It will require a some of money and a bit of pain" laughed the God
Draig sighed and looked at his Bottomless bag.
"How much" asked Draig in depression.
"I'll cut you a deal since this is the first transaction but it really depends which god you expect me to share your existence with" explained the God
"What abilities are on the table" asked Draig
"Well may I suggest one that is a bit cheaper than the rest mainly because I don't mind sharing your greatness with them" asked the god
"What is it" asked Draig
"Magic" stated the god expecting to see a look of awe.
Instead sat there looking at the god bored.
"Anything else" asked Draig.
"Wait hold on, this is magic we are talking about" said the god but Draig did not change his expression.
"Why magic when direct control of the elements basically has the advantage" asked Draig as if he was talking to a child.
"Listen, I can see where you are coming from but this is a good deal for you. Imagine being able to make enchanted weapons and armors, simple pendants that can save a life. Doesn't that sound amazing" asked the god.
"I'd be more interested if it was something that I could use right from the start, lets be practical. I know you saw how useful being able to use the elements was when I first arrived, I'd be dead now if it hadn't been for that" stated Draig sulking.
"I see your point, how bout I sweeten the deal" began the god but he was interrupted when another figure beamed down in a grand manner.
"So you wish to use magic right from the start, I suppose I could bend a few rules to my domain since you will be partially my champion as well. After all whoever heard of a champion who wasn't favored by their deity" laughed the new person who entered the rundown shack.
"This is the friend you were speaking of" asked Draig with a deadpan looking at the unimpressive person before him.
"It is" nodded the god.
"I wasn't finished talking, now as I was saying this will come with a price. I won't take your hard earned money but what I will do is take away the strength you have built up from forging instead. In exchange you will have full control of all magical abilities that have come throughout the ages" offered the man causing the god to drop his jaw and begin panicking however before he could say anything to dissuade Draig, the person in question had already agreed.
"Deal" laughed Draig thinking it wouldn't be so bad but then he saw himself slowly becoming frailer by the second as an intense migraine took him.
"Why would you do that, we need him to be making tools not flinging spells" cried the god
"Oh well too late now, a deals a deal" laughed the god of magic disappearing followed closely by the god of the world.
Draig meanwhile was laying on the floor and it wasn't until he heard the knocking on his door that he awakened.
Waking up groggily he waved his hand and the door opened while he sat down and made a cup of tea.
"Hello is this the residence of the craftsman who made the weapons for the Knights of Salvation" asked an imposing voice.
"Shut up" answered Draig rubbing his head wearily.
Walking into the shack were the Knights from the meeting minus Zaren, the one who had spoken was the rotund man who was now red in the face from the disrespect.
"A mere Craftsman dares to silence me" began the rotund man until lightning that was much different from before tore a hole in the man's armor and a gaping wound left behind.
"I said shut up, next time it won't be a warning" stated Draig as he continued to rub his head and sip his tea.
It was awkward as the Knights stared at their comrade who was holding his bleeding wound while trying to remain silent and the one who had left the wound.
After sometime Draig's head finally began feeling better.
"Now what do you want" asked Draig returning to the forge testing the hammers to see if he had one he could lift finally settling on a small hammers as he shot fire from his finger tips and super heated the metal quickly and pounding it into shape taking much longer than what he used to.
"We heard from Zaren that you are the one who had provided him weapons and armor" began the Grand Knight.
"Who" asked Draig turning around confused.
"Zaren..... The one who leads the Knights of Salvation" explained the Grand Knight awkwardly.
"Oh your talking about that weird old guy who's a pushover" realized Draig smirking as he thought about all the money he made.
"I believe so, back to the topic at hand though. I would like to commission a weapon to be made" stated the Grand Knight with the others nodding in agreement as they too wanted the weapons.
"Pick one off the wall" said Draig as he looked much more accommodating now that money was involved.
"Sir, I don't think you understand. I wish to have a weapon custom made" began the Grand Knight smiling.
"Oh, scram then. I don't have time to be making things other people want me to make, I make what I want to make and if someone fated to have it happens by then it's theirs." said Draig sitting in front of the metal as he continued pounding it until it finally began to look something like a weapon.
The Knights looked stifled before one stepped forward.
"You arrogant little brat, who do you think you are to turn down the request of the Grand Knight" stated a thin man wearing thin armor.
Draig merely cast a glance at him before breathing in deeply and exhaling a ball of flames charring the poor fool.
"If you don't see something you like beat it, otherwise don't blame me for getting nasty tin men" harrumphed Draig
"Sir Craftsman, it is a crime to assault Knights let alone head Knights" began the Grand Knight until the earth around them formed a cube trapping them inside.
Panicking they were all taken by surprise when they found themselves locked down on their knees with their heads and hands locked together.
"Using your position to intimidate the common folk is against the Knight's code isn't it" asked Draig looking at the group of men he had captured.
"You will all be locked up until I decide it is good enough, or until I feel better" stated Draig as he moved the group outside and had them placed like statues in front of his shack for the world to see.
Soon people began to stop and stare some laughed others began throwing things causing the embarrassment and rage the Knights felt to grow.
In the shack though Draig was breathing heavily as he tried using a bigger hammer.