Aisrin had another 100 plus soldiers to train, food he had to aquire, and tradesmen he needed to teach. He found out there were a few knowledgeable craftsman in the village and within the new immigrant soldiers that he could rely on in the meantime to provide basic knowledge.
Using that to his advantage, he set a plot of land aside to have them practice. There were ten trained carpenters, seven trained brick masons, two master Blacksmiths, and one master wood worker. They'd train the 70 plus laborers that need training.
"I'll be gone for at least a month, so I need you to over see the progress until I return. I'll be visiting the closest wooded area to gather supplies. I also need you to have some soldiers go on a scouting mission, I'm looking for a decent mining area. The way I see it, these hills have untapped potential.
The food storage should last until I've returned, but I want Flit and Jillete on twenty-four hour watch. So get two more trustworthy individuals to take six hour shifts." Aisrin gave Syphra some instructions while preparing for his long journey.
"Okay, what supplies are you getting that requires such a long period?" Syphra asked.
"Building materials. I'll also be building a barge of sorts. Something to carry materials down the river without much man power. Hopefully when I return, the laborers will be ready to begin actual building rather than stick and mud construction." Aisrin replied as he began heading for the door.
"What do I do if there's an enemy attack before then?" Syphra followed Aisrin, writing everything down.
"Follow the same Formations as before." Aisrin answered as he exited the building and then sped off like the wind.
"Ah... Good luck then... come back safely." Syphra called out silently after him.
*
Aisrin was well versed in speed and could traverse several leagues within an hour. The scenery began to change from hilly grasslands to a more wooded plains.
Using wind magic, he cut trees down and stored them in his void storage. He knew not how much he could hold due to not having a PSI. The further he traveled into the wooded plains, the denser the woods became until he was surrounded by trees, though not quite forested, it was good enough to begin gathering enmasse.
He gathered stones of various quality and type, trees galore, sand by the river bank, clay from the riverbed, and using his earth magic capabilities, various metals from deep within the ground. At this point, a week had passed since he had left.
"Man, I wish I knew what all I've collected. It'd be nice to inventory while moving along. As long as I stick by this river, I should be able to take it back to the village. Now to gather foods and seeds." Aisrin muttered as he changed focus. Using his senses, he felt out the nearby life.
He felt out multiple large fauna, boars, small critters, fruits and vegetables not native to the village, and then he ran into a solid wall of nothing. Something that blocked his senses. It was only a hundred meters to his left.
He was curious, but decided to hunt and gather the things he'd already found before checking the void out.
*Silver City, same time*
Aisrin had been gone a week, and the villagers were progressing smoothly. The new soldiers that Aisrin was to train when he got back, were busy learning reading and writing during the night, and the children learned during the day.
The tradesmen were steadily learning the basics of trade, but without actual materials to practice with, they only knew by verbal instruction and visualization.
Syphra recieved word from Aren that he had reached Graycastle and that things were going smoothly. He would not be back for another few weeks. Syphra, Lorenz, Ret, Flit and Jillette were sitting in Lorenzs' house.
"Ever since Aisrin took over, this Village has become so prosperous in mere months. His knowledge is also vast, like the river. Though, I am a bit irked by the fact that there are ten year olds smarter than me these days." Lorenz commented.
"Lord Aisrin is like a God given gift. He appeared in the middle of the Plains, saved us twice, fed the village, and gave us all a new purpose that we chose ourselves. He gives very little commands other than to work and be productive. Is this not a dream becoming a reality?" Flit joined in on the discussion.
"He's strong, smart, and attractive. He has a cold yet kind personality, and the air of a wise old traveler. Perhaps he is a god." Ret pitched her theory.
"I do agree with you Ret, but, there's just something odd about him. I keep being reminded of the stories passed down in my family." Syphra sighed.
"You know, you don't talk about your family much. You just kind of showed up a few years ago, crying, wounded and alone." Jillette, the oldest next to Lorenz, changed the subject.
"Because there's not much to speak of." Syphra replied.
"I'm quite interested in these stories you keep speaking of." Flit commented.
"I'll give a small version. Aisrin bears the name of a tyrannical demon from my founding ancestors time. A time that speaks of widespread prosperity and vast knowledge just like Aisrin's.
Back when humans wielded magic superior to today's magical powers. An age of heroes and adventure. Syphir was an ancient dragon who met Aisrin by chance while she was secluded in a deep lake.
They formed an inseparable bond and she followed him on his journeys. She spoke of him being a glorious warrior of true righteousness, but one day, he came back from a expedition, a completely different person.
He massacred innocents without digressions. He shunned her, distanced himself from everyone who cared about him and rapidly decended into madness before one day, he destroyed an entire city. Flooding its streets with the blood of its citizens.
He was finally slayed by my other ancestor, a man named Blackhawk. No one could move the body of Aisrin and the city was ultimately abandoned as the Tyrant demons tomb. It was from that moment, that things started to change, for the worse. Within a few years, the city in which Aisrin was slain, released massive waves of devastating energy that eroded the land until nothing would grow, first only around, and then it spread rapidly to the whole land.
Magic disappeared from humans and the lands warped and changed. Of course, this was the first few centuries. Blackhawk died from madness as he too became as mad as Aisrin, Syphir killed her lover in an act of compassion.
The madness seemed to corrupt even her slowly, so she entered the Tyrants Tomb, and was never seen again. Some of my ancestors say she sacrificed her life energy to seal the darkness, because within the next couple decades, life returned to the lands.
Though humans could no longer use magic, they gained a new spiritual energy that could be harnessed. Thousands of years have passed, but without magic, humans haven't been able to grasp their former glory. It's widely debated why your intelligence is so low." Syphra lengthily spoke upon the subject.
"If that was the short version, I really don't want to hear the full version. And Blackhawk? What retard chooses that name for their kid?" Ret laughed.
"He wasn't bright. He actually was spoken poorly of. Most believe Syphir got with him simply because he was Aisrins killer, dragon belief is that if you kill a living being you take a part of their soul into your own." Syphra agreed.
"So then Syphir was actually in love with the part that... whoever, took in of Aisrin." Jillette summed.
"That's the majority belief." Syphra stated in agreement.
"I'm sorry, are we just gonna roll passed the fact that your whole family insulted our intelligence?" Lorenz chipped in.
"Oh get over it, we really are a dull species." Ret dismissed Lorenzs' complaint.
"Still, it's kinda rude to point it out." Flit muttered. Their night passed in the same merriment.
*Aisrin, the following week*
Aisrin finally hunted what he hoped was enough to feed a large population, now he stood before an all too familiar ruin. A rusted gate in a pile of crumbled stone. Vegetation and trees grew thick around and within the ruins.
"Why is this so familiar? Is it maybe Dorstend?... is that metal in the rubble?" Aisrin muttered when he noticed a rusted and curved piece of metal in the rubble. He approached and picked it up.
It was a chest plate, corroded and rusted to hell. But he could still make out the faint etching of a Dragon holding a Spear and a Shield as well as faint flecks of gold and purple still within the etchings.
"BLOODREND!" Aisrin threw the armor piece where it vanished through a thin layer of magic disguising what was beyond with an Illusion. The ruins that laid before Aisrin, was in fact the Ancient City of Bloodrend.