Next day, waking up a couple of hours before noon, most of the group have slept flat like a rock. As if the fur enchanted their sleep and sunk them deeper into the dream world that is their head.
Except for Eric. He managed to sleep enough not to go insane but the continuous nightmares kept waking him up, making it impossible for him to take advantage of the peace and quiet.
As for the waves of nightmares Eric had, it is easy to define its source when given attention to the past events. His shoulders are already carrying enough burden for someone so young.
A week ago he was nothing more but a poor defenseless Farmer and now he is ruling over an ancient thought to be extinct civilization. The sudden shift of responsibility and power tend to portray itself as something scary.
On top of this responsibility, it was given to him the task to provide food for seven hundred people as soon as possible, they are racing against time with their ideas.
Of course this task will be shared with a few other friends, but at this rate he prefers his old Farmhouse, he never had this much burden there.
As Eric climbed off his bed, making his way up to the Mine and spotting his father testing out the new Sword that this highly gifted town's Blacksmith prepared.
The Sword looks thin as one thread of hair and light too, but yet it is wide enough for Woldemir to see his own reflection on it.
The Sword is shining in an elegant manner due to Iron on it being so pure and spotless, heavily worked on.
This would likely give more points of view in battle. Views of which a Grand Master can take advantages from no doubt to avoid shots and swings from blind spots.
The only thing adding additional weight to the Sword is the handle forged with smoothed Volcanic rock, a handle thick enough for Woldemir to perfectly Grip.
The odd thing about the handle is its unusual long length. The handle is half a meter long while the thinn Iron over it is one and a half meters long.
Perhaps an appropriate combination for a Sword a bit longer than Woldemir himself but the fact that the handle is made from Volcanic rock gave the vibe that there is more to this handle.
"It's a bit hard to maneuver but I can use it to my advantage." Uttered Woldemir with confidence as he tested it with a few wind breaking swings.
Getting into detail about it's value after a gaggle of swings, Woldemir mouthed. "A Sword as unique as this would cost 50,000 Gold Coins. The way the Iron is forged would take years to shape with no guaranteed success. A true artist with the Iron."
Commander Alia, standing on the side, watching him use his new Sword. Proclaimed, "I did say that this Blacksmith is over qualified."
Continuing to admire his Weapon, Grand Master Woldemir yapped. "With a Sword like this I can face ten illustratios without risking a scratch. Even Guards armed with Crossbows do not stand even the slightest chance of shooting me down."
Can one man really be skilled enough with a Sword to avoid fast moving Bolts? With Woldemir it isn't certain, but his words will eventually be proven right or wrong.
"Perhaps you want to prove your words against five of my men and women in the training area." Although they won't be shooting bolts at him, they can still prove horribly dangerous compared to a piece of metal shot from fancy wood.
Woldemir queried although not backing down. "For sure but why is the Handle oddly shaped."
To accept fighting these large people as if it isn't a big deal, can prove his level of high skill as a base, or it can prove that he is crazy.
The fact that he is focusing on the handle more, can prove a couple of points of which you as readers can view in different perspectives.
Commander Alia is more than willing to explain though, now that she has slept. "The Volcanic rock is magically enchanted. See the Blacksmith planned to make the Sword entirely out of Iron to symbolize the Ignites, but I told him to add Volcanic rock as a Symbol from us."
Such an explanation caused goosebumps, Eric is just watching from the entrance still. Rather proud of his father and his abilities.
"That's heartwarming and I am honoured. But what does the magic do?" I suppose this is where Eric got his curiosity from. His father.
Willing to explain her favourite part here, wanting to show off what her people are capable of. Alia cited, "When the ground is to be hit with the handle, it causes a violent earthquake. Able to knock most opponents off of their feet but it won't affect you."
As a form of gratitude for this extensively unique gift, Woldemir made a little oath. "It's Magic will never be wielded for Evil I assure you but I will wield it until I face death. Be it by age or be it from an enemy, that's an oath."
With a much wider smile he proclaimed. "I've decided to name this marvelous Sword, Rumbler."
Terribly eager to see if this man is all talk or actually packs a punch, Alia mouthed. "Perfect now let's make our way to the training room right below the farm. Let's see if a Grand Master lives up to his title."