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break under the stress created by the runes of a Hollow Sword. An inferior blade had failed his test of drawing in power from the earth and nearly killed him when it had failed catastrophically.
It had exploded in his hand and sent shards into his body from his legs all the way up his torso. Only Ashleen's nursed skill in healing had kept him alive for skilled healing wizards to actually use their magic to bring him back to full health. The lightning wilder would likely never be adept at healing. It went against the nature of lightning and that was part of who she was, but it had been enough that day.
Sebastian brought the blade and placed it onto the table. While he had searched for a sword that felt best to him, Ashleen had brought back food and drink. She would be his battery once again, but to teach the magic, at least one of the Red Hall wizards would try to monitor his progress by using a physical connection to the mage. It was the only way he knew to pass on the information on what he was doing during the magic use to create runes.
Orlen was an earth wizard and had the greatest tie to metals. Hassar was used to the fire of smithing and knew metals also, but not in the way an earth wizard did. Begrudgingly, the fire wizard gave in to the general consensus and let Orlen be the one to ride his left shoulder.
While Sebastian could have made one of the Red Hall wizards act as his battery for magic to do the extended spell, his comfort level with Ashleen made him stick with his forging assistant.
"Extending your magic through me to search the metal is about the best way to see what I am truly doing," the mage stated as the teacher of a new class. "The metal is cool to the touch now, but I can't guarantee that touching it to try using magic to monitor this spell would be completely safe. You're welcome to try, but I can't assure that my magic won't make it too hot for your hands."
Hassar looked unimpressed with his warning and said, "If using our magic directly on the blade won't interfere with your spell, then I have magic that should compensate for any heat you might create."
Unsure if the wizard meant that he could handle any heat the metal might give off or if he meant that he didn't believe Sebastian's power was great enough to affect him, the battle mage didn't know or care to ask. He just answered, "As long as you aren't acting against me, then it shouldn't affect the making of the Hollow Sword runes."
With that decided; Hassar took the remainder of his team and had them join their power with his. The fire wizard cast a spell and placed his hand on the tip of the sword. They were across the short side of the table from each other. Sebastian's hand rested on the hilt already created for the weapon by the smiths.
"Heal," he commanded using the word to activate his magic that let him sense not only a human body to heal it, but also to examine the metal of the sword. The owl had discovered long ago that his use of magic relied less on the actual words used as the feeling or desire needed to activate a spell.
His mind went out from his body flowing through his fingertips into the hilt and from there into the blade. His magic allowed the mage to sense each fold, imperfection and layer of the metal. Taking it in, Sebastian no longer saw the blade with his eyes, but moved within the metal as he began to reshape and smooth away the flaws. They weren't major, and only someone with this kind of magic would have found them.
The metal was finished as far as a blade smith would take a weapon. Even a master would have been satisfied, but the battle mage wasn't looking for just a standard blade. Magic was the tool and the destination at the same time.
Like a conversation recorded, Sebastian began to let his magic build and create the runes for the Hollow Sword. He let them flow and move with his power. Every blade had a feeling of its own and the runes were unique, though there were also similarities and redundancies
It had exploded in his hand and sent shards into his body from his legs all the way up his torso. Only Ashleen's nursed skill in healing had kept him alive for skilled healing wizards to actually use their magic to bring him back to full health. The lightning wilder would likely never be adept at healing. It went against the nature of lightning and that was part of who she was, but it had been enough that day.
Sebastian brought the blade and placed it onto the table. While he had searched for a sword that felt best to him, Ashleen had brought back food and drink. She would be his battery once again, but to teach the magic, at least one of the Red Hall wizards would try to monitor his progress by using a physical connection to the mage. It was the only way he knew to pass on the information on what he was doing during the magic use to create runes.
Orlen was an earth wizard and had the greatest tie to metals. Hassar was used to the fire of smithing and knew metals also, but not in the way an earth wizard did. Begrudgingly, the fire wizard gave in to the general consensus and let Orlen be the one to ride his left shoulder.
While Sebastian could have made one of the Red Hall wizards act as his battery for magic to do the extended spell, his comfort level with Ashleen made him stick with his forging assistant.
"Extending your magic through me to search the metal is about the best way to see what I am truly doing," the mage stated as the teacher of a new class. "The metal is cool to the touch now, but I can't guarantee that touching it to try using magic to monitor this spell would be completely safe. You're welcome to try, but I can't assure that my magic won't make it too hot for your hands."
Hassar looked unimpressed with his warning and said, "If using our magic directly on the blade won't interfere with your spell, then I have magic that should compensate for any heat you might create."
Unsure if the wizard meant that he could handle any heat the metal might give off or if he meant that he didn't believe Sebastian's power was great enough to affect him, the battle mage didn't know or care to ask. He just answered, "As long as you aren't acting against me, then it shouldn't affect the making of the Hollow Sword runes."
With that decided; Hassar took the remainder of his team and had them join their power with his. The fire wizard cast a spell and placed his hand on the tip of the sword. They were across the short side of the table from each other. Sebastian's hand rested on the hilt already created for the weapon by the smiths.
"Heal," he commanded using the word to activate his magic that let him sense not only a human body to heal it, but also to examine the metal of the sword. The owl had discovered long ago that his use of magic relied less on the actual words used as the feeling or desire needed to activate a spell.
His mind went out from his body flowing through his fingertips into the hilt and from there into the blade. His magic allowed the mage to sense each fold, imperfection and layer of the metal. Taking it in, Sebastian no longer saw the blade with his eyes, but moved within the metal as he began to reshape and smooth away the flaws. They weren't major, and only someone with this kind of magic would have found them.
The metal was finished as far as a blade smith would take a weapon. Even a master would have been satisfied, but the battle mage wasn't looking for just a standard blade. Magic was the tool and the destination at the same time.
Like a conversation recorded, Sebastian began to let his magic build and create the runes for the Hollow Sword. He let them flow and move with his power. Every blade had a feeling of its own and the runes were unique, though there were also similarities and redundancies
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