No soldier dared to set foot in the workspace of the master smith. They quickly informed Chief Marcus Standhart about the commotion. Anger flared in the chief's red eyes as he lit a fire spell with a flick of his wrist. In an instant, a hole appeared in the wall, revealing him hovering at the corner of the room, his tall figure draped in a long black coat made from drake leather. With fury burning in his gaze, he jumped through the opening.
Meanwhile, in the forge, both toddlers were hammering away at the iron when a sudden cloud of dust obscured their vision. Ezekiel stood frozen, stunned by the audacity of someone daring to disrupt the peace of his lord's territory. A chill ran down Vizz's spine as he recognized the familiar aura and those glowing red eyes.
With a maniacal smirk and eyes ablaze with anger, Chief Standhart flicked his fingers, dispersing the cloud of dust in an instant. In the next moment, he had Vizz by the collar, lifting him off the ground as if he were weightless. The stunned child looked up at his father and stammered, "Fa-Father, I-I was just out on a morning walk!"
The chief's smile was unsettling as he replied, "Oh, I'll also let you have a tour of the basement and some great books in the library. This time, a blood summon will guide you through the process."
At that moment,Ezekiel admired his lord with fiery determination in his eyes. "Graciious!" a loud voice echoed just as a golden axe flew out from the smith's gate. The master smith emerged with a laugh on his face
The chief reacted swiftly, using his blood magic to block the axe just in time. It ricocheted off him and flew back toward the master smith, who caught it effortlessly. With a flourish, he enchanted it with the word "Graciious," transforming it into a ring that adorned his hand—a stone resembling tiger's eye gleamed at its center.
Vizz's eyes sparkled like stars as he admired the master smith. Meanwhile, Ezekiel's gaze burned with admiration for the chief's mastery over blood magic spells.
The master smith chuckled heartily as he spotted the elven child. "Well, well! Look who we have here! You must be overjoyed—your lord has come to pay a visit to his old friend!"
It was clear why no soldier dared to enter the smithy...
On the other hand ,such warm greetings hinted at deep bonds forged over time. The chief turned to face his old friend with a sly grin and said, "Well, well, my weary friend! I thought you could use a little relief. Shall I help you lighten the load on your neck? Would you prefer it sliced off or ripped apart? Just let me know how you'd like to go about it!"
"Graciious!" The ring on the master smith's hand morphed into a scythe, glinting ominously as he flashed a vicious smile. "I'd like to see you try that, dear chief! This kid here likes you a lot—make sure he doesn't loathe me too much after i clean your blood off my hands!"
Just then, a group of dwarfs barged in through the front door, dragging their toddlers along behind them. Dwarfs had a penchant for bringing their children to work so they could learn about the will of fire and craftsmanship from an early age while keeping an eye on their mischievous offspring.
In the midst of this chaotic scene, one particularly large dwarf with a long beard and muscular build strode in wielding a war hammer.
He scratched his beard thoughtfully before declaring loudly, "What's all this fuss about? You lots are fighting here in the morning !! how dare you cause a scene !! "
Both Chief and the master smith looked stunned not on his sudden entrance but on the remark. Just then, that dwarf threw his hammer down onto the ground with a resounding thud that echoed throughout the workshop."Without me!" he continued dramatically. "You shall face the wrath of Mother Earth herself!" .The tension broke into laughter as everyone turned to look at him.
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The morning trouble caused by little Vizz quickly escalated into a full-blown uproar, drawing curious villagers from their homes to witness the commotion. As the crowd gathered, the high elf librarian arrived, her presence commanding attention. With a graceful wave of her hand, she began to chant in a melodic yet unintelligible language, casting a high-level gravitation spell over the scene.
"O Mère desForêts, pardönnez ces imbéciles et montrez-léur le póids dēleurs erreurs!" she intoned, her voice rising dramatically.
The spell created a subtle pressure that weighed down on everyone involved, causing Chief Standhart to raise an eyebrow in curiosity while the dwarfs shifted uncomfortably under the spell's influence. The master smith spat on the ground with an annoyed expression and called out, "You wanna join in the spar?"
The high elf laughed lightly, shaking her head. "Spar? You were just gearing up for a bloody fight like some barbarian or beast!"
"Got a problem with beasts?" the master smith shot back, his eyes narrowing playfully.
"Not beasts," she replied with a smirk, "but barbaric ones that run around causing ruckus. You're lucky I'm here to keep things civilized—though I'm starting to wonder why I bother!"
The master smith chuckled, "Civilized? In this village? You must be joking! The last time I checked, you were the one casting spells instead of keeping order! What's next? A tea party?"
Ignoring him, the high elf turned to Chief Standhart. "Why are you fighting again? Do you want to destroy the village for some card play like back then ?"
The chief crossed his arms defiantly. "I came to pick up my mischievous child who sneaked in here."
She nodded knowingly and added while glancing at the master smith, "I also have a troubled child from my kin lurking around here."
Just then, little Vizz stealthily snuck behind the master smith, only to be caught by Ezekiel, the high elf child. The high elf smiled warmly and opened her arms toward Ezekiel. However, Vizz and Ezekiel clung tightly to the master smith's leg, refusing to budge.
"You guys aren't good with kids," the master smith remarked with a chuckle. "Look at him! He's practically using me as a human shield!"
Dwarf giggled and chimed in, "Yeah! Maybe he thinks you'll protect him from all those scary spells!"
"Scary spells?" the master smith feigned shock. "I'm not scared of anything! I'm a master blacksmith! I forge weapons that can slice through nightmares! Besides, what could possibly scare me? A bunch of angry books?"
High elf gave a weird look trying to supress her anger .
From behind the high elf, Chief Standhart piped up with mock seriousness, "Let me punch him once!"
"Not in front of toddlers!" she replied sharply. "At least think about your dignity."
She shot him a disapproving look before adding with mock seriousness, "We wouldn't want them learning how to throw punches before they can even hold a hammer! Or worse—what if they learn your terrible aim?"
"Hey!" the chief protested dramatically. "My aim is *perfect*! It's just that my targets are often... *very* agile!"
At that moment, a shiver ran down the spine of the dwarf representative. Rubbing his shoulder, he grumbled with a smirk, "Your perfect aim gave me a lovely souvenir right here, you know."
The chief, trying to hide his embarrassment, turned his gaze skyward as if searching for answers among the clouds. Meanwhile, the high elf let out an exasperated sigh, shaking her head in disbelief.
With a booming laugh, the master smith scooped both children up and declared proudly, "Vizz and Ezekiel are both my disciples! They'll learn the art of craftsmanship and will of fire under my expert guidance!"
The high elf placed her hands on her head in exasperation. "Did you forget that Vizz snuck into your inventory and absorbed that fragment? He's only going to keep making trouble for you!"
"Now it's my business and my disciples'," the master smith replied confidently. He then added with seriousness "I don't want any more commotion. I suggest you leave now, dear chief and esteemed high elf."
Vizz looked up at the master smith with wide eyes and asked innocently, "Can we make something explode today?"
Ezekiel nodded eagerly. "Yeah! Explosions are cool! Can we blow something up? Please?"
The high elf sighed dramatically. "You two are going to be the death of me! Just promise me you won't blow anything up that I have to clean!"
"Oh come on!" Vizz protested playfully.
"What's life without a little explosion now and then?"
"Or a lot of explosions!" Ezekiel added with enthusiasm.
The master smith grinned mischievously. "Well, if we're going to cause some chaos today, we might as well do it right! How about we start by forging something that goes *boom*?"
"Boom!" Vizz echoed excitedly.
"Just remember," the high elf warned with exaggerated seriousness that made everyone chuckle, "if you blow up my library while trying to make something explode, I will turn you into bookshelves!"
"Bookshelves?" Ezekiel repeated incredulously. "That's not even scary!"
"It is if you're stuck there forever!" she retorted playfully.
As he spoke, Vizz and Ezekiel exchanged mischievous glances and giggles behind him, clearly plotting their next adventure in mischief while chaos swirled around them.
The villagers watched with a mix of amusement and concern as their beloved master smith took charge of yet another chaotic morning in their enchanting village. The chief shook his head with a grin as he turned to leave, muttering under his breath, "I should've known better than to expect peace when those two are involved."
As he walked away, he could hear Vizz shout gleefully, "Let's go blow up the forge with the potion I sneaked out of library" which only made him chuckle as he disappeared into the crowd.
With laughter echoing through the air and excitement bubbling among them like a freshly forged blade ready for battle, Vizz and Ezekiel began plotting their next escapade under the watchful eye of their new mentor—the master smith—who was all too eager to indulge their wild imaginations while secretly hoping they wouldn't set fire to anything important in the process.
Just then, as if on cue, one of the dwarfs from the crowd shouted out jokingly: "If they blow something up today, I want front-row seats! Nothing is better then good explosion to start your morning!"
Another dwarf chimed in with a hearty laugh: "And I'll bring popcorn! Who knew mornings could be so entertaining?"
"Make sure it's extra butter!" Vizz shouted back.
"And don't forget salt!" Ezekiel added with wide eyes.
The master smith shook his head but couldn't hide his smile as he prepared for whatever delightful chaos awaited them next.
Right before they could enter the forge master smith grabbed Vizz by his legs .
In one moment he was facing Ezekiel upside down . He let out a sound " Woah!! old man what ar-- "
Mastersmith while scratching his beard replied "Take that potion out you sneaked in from the library"
Just as they struggled vizz said " I don't have any potion . I don't even like sneaking st--"
Before he could complete his sentence some potions ,smoke bomb and a small pocket knife came out of his attire and pockets.
Ezekiel stunned said " how did u sneaked in so much stuff inside ?"
Master Smith chuckles " you even sneaked in a dimensional pocket . You have my respect kid "
Viz smiled silently..
Master smith grabbed him from his forehead and dragged him into the smith
" Ouchh hey !! Old Man" he struggled
Mastersmith said " lesson Number One :- No more sneaking in stuff "
While Ezekiel watched him with pitfull eyed
Mastersmith glared and with " make sure you follow us in my esteemed deciple "
While saying " Sure . Sir!! " Ezekiel tried to sneak into the bushes next to the smithy's gate as he forsaw the hardships coming his way as the second mastersmith entered the Smithy the air around him changed he got serious and calm .
Just then a rock flew toward him he somehow dogged and while he was on floor master Smith implied while glaring at him "I saw a rat around their sneaking out "
The thought of sneaking out left the mind of Ezekiel and he rushed while mumblings
" I couldn't found my hammer here " his gaze met that of Viz . With glaring eyes viz sprout a shout ' you were running away all on your own ' without even speaking something . The same way Ezekiel replied ' it is whatever it is . Now we are in this together ' .
Just then the sound of hammering metal lingered around their ears . Master Smith stated " you can find a lot of hammer's in the shelf next to you " .
With this a new day started in this enchanting village with a loud yet fortunate morning .