Chapter Twenty Four: The Sword of Gold
Tanner and his merry band of adventurers rode on the repaired and modified carriage through the outskirts of the castle. Nathaniel sat next to Barraud, who was cloaked in a brown robe wearing a fake wig and beard made of horsehair. Tanner led the party to the back streets, where he met with a blacksmith outside his high fenced yard.
“I have it here. Let’s get it melted down quickly, and keep it out of the nose of the Guards, too.” Tanner said to a gruff, bearded man. The blacksmith simply shrugged and spat.
“Give me forty-five minutes.” He said as he looked at Tanner.
William used levitation magic to carry the sword into the blacksmith’s courtyard, where long wooden saw horses were lined up. William dropped the sword onto the thick wooden supports and the sword clanged, but stayed there.
“Fuck me, mate, that’s a big sword.” The blacksmith said. He stroked his beard and then had an idea.
He grabbed all of his moulds. He started laying them underneath the sword. He started with ingot moulds. Then he moved to shields, then he moved to armour pieces, and then swords and axes. Eventually the blacksmith had to use things like pots, pans and vases. Then he summoned his fire magic and started to melt the sword by focusing blue fire on the blade. It started dripping messily into the ingot moulds. He worked quickly. They filled up and started overflowing, so the blacksmith moved down the blade until he’d made all of the moulds start to overflow.
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He splashed many buckets of water on the cooling gold items and then tipped the items over into the dirt, then he put the warm moulds back under the big sword and started melting again.
Soon they were standing in front of a pile of golden swords, vases, pots, pans, gold armour, gold coins and gold bars. The party members started drinking and singing to celebrate. The blacksmith even joined in for a few songs.
Nathaniel felt like part of a team. Barraud had come to live with him, and he had a spare bed with Arkanon gone for a while. Barraud had planned to keep sketching architecture, try and get a job again in his new life doing what he was great at.
The merry party were singing and having fun, when a blood curdling roar echoed over the castle.
The dragon appeared overhead.
The massive dragon towered over the castle. It smelled gold. Lots of it. The dragon landed in a field of purple and blue flowers. Its giant feet crushed the soil and ruined the gardens. It looked at the pretty place and smelled something sweet. Flowers.