He looked at the resources he had available, and struggled to create a an image in his mind of what it should become. The previous leathers had been nice and he could use them to base the design on, but they had been loose-fitting, which caused them to tear up or get caught on branches and the like. Sow he would have to tighten it up, but not to much because he really didn’t want to look like he was walking around in spandex. For now he started working on the chest piece, he used some of the pitt panther hide, he hadn’t removed the fur because he wanted it on the inside, wearing just the leather really chafed. It sucked that he didn’t have access to any proper resources to make clothing from like cotton or wool so he had some proper undergarments.

With the sounds of Immi playing with Ziri in the back ground he started cutting the pieces into the appropriate size. The stitching was going to be the hardest part, he wasn’t sure if the braided grass he had used would work on clothes, the friction might cause the whole thing to come apart. In the end he used on of the leathers to cut into the thinnest strips he could manage, he braided three of them together, it was by no means an elegant fix but it did its job. The braided leather bands where thick, a bit to much, so that he had to change his design. He stitched two of the pieces together on both sides, now it looked like a tube, he stitched part of the top together, leaving some space so he would have room for his head.

He looked at his creation and clicked his tongue, this was horrendous, and nowhere near usable. Immi walked up next to him and looked at the leather tube like monstrosity, she giggled and crawled in. Poking her head out she stood up and looked like a, he couldn’t even describe what she looked like. It reminded him of a jack-in-the-box. She started waddling around with the clothes laughing, he grinned as he watched her have fun with his failed creation. She then tripped over one of the edges and fell, crawling back up with teary eyes she glared at the leather. With a sniff she started wiggling and he could see the nature’s energy spin around her once more, the leather started shrinking, stitches popping open as grass, dirt and moss was sucked into the tiny vortex of energy that was Immi.

“Holy shhhh….izzlecracker”

With a whoosh the energy dispersed in a shock wave, before him stood Immi now wearing a perfectly fashionable gown made of grass, moss and leather. He could see the black leather poking from under the dress here and there but it was all hidden under long thick stalks of grass that flowed down from her shoulders. She looked like a tiny dryad, or some other woodland spirit.

I still don’t understand how her magic works at all, it feels completely different from what I do. My spells feel preprogrammed, I can almost feel her coming up with what she wants to do on the spot.

“Wow, that was some magic” Sahjaíl said feeling like an idiot.

"Maji stronk!”

“Yup…”

He looked at the rest of the materials and went back to work, his heart wasn’t even remotely in it this time however, experimenting with the stuff was fun. Yet when someone used some hocuspocus to turn your failed creation into a masterpiece in a manner of seconds. It kind of ruins the creative mood. Deciding to patch up his clothes instead of creating new ones, he got to work. He padded the leather with the scales from the hyenadiles though, toughening the armour.

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Having patched his gear, they started travelling again, after six hours the cooldown on his summon was down and he resummoned Gorat. Immi was delighted to have him back, she might not have met him but had observed him from a distance. She climbed up the golem and took a place on its broad head, Sahjaíl frowned as he was sure the head was flatter than it used to be, had the golem really adjusted its head to make it more comfortable for her. Glaring at the golem in suspicion he was thoroughly ignored.

The mountain was only three days away, the rest of the days went without any mayor events. The mountains loomed over him as he walked beneath their shadows. The tops were snowcapped, the range was larger than he had expected, the valley sitting like a bowl in the middle of the mountains, the curves of the mountain range slightly more extended than the shape of a crescent moon, making the entrance to the valley only a couple of hundred meters in length. He was ripped from his thoughts as he heard screams, human-like screams.

Sahjaíl rushed towards the sound only to stumble upon an ongoing battle. A few dozen beastman-like creatures clothed in rags using crude weapons were fighting with all their might to what seemed to be an undead horde. Over two hundred of the undead pushed against their ranks, a few brave warriors holding them while the rest of their tribe mostly consisting of women and children were dragging their wounded back with them desperately trying to save their people.

Sahjaíl didn’t even hesitate, as soon as he saw the tribe struggle and the look of determination and fear in the eyes of the warriors he acted.

“ENTANGLE! BRIARSWEB!” He roared grabbing his spear and rushing at the horde, Vines ripped from the ground as undead were dragged back down to where they belonged. The warriors jumped back in surprise, but as soon as they saw that the vines only targeted the undead they snapped back into motion, slamming their crude wooden spears into the undead piercing their skulls. The women, froze for a split second in surprise as suddenly helped appeared from the forest, Gorat had rushed ahead of Sahjaíl its animated body far outclassing his performance, crashing into the undead line it sowed destruction amongst their ranks. Its fists crushing undead left and right with each blow, Immi was still sitting on his head but surprisingly she wasn't even flinching, instead she gathered natures energy around her and starting shooting bolts at a steady pace at those coming from the golems blind side.

Ziri reached the line soon after the golem did, also faster than Sahjaíl was, it leaped on undead using attacks of opportunity to claw down or pounce on enemies that were about to strike one of their new found allies. Sahjaíl followed Immi’s example and flung bolts as fast as he could, using up all six of his available uses. He used entangle and briarsweb again pulling down another group of undead, he took position next to one of the tribe’s warriors. The female warrior hissed in anger at the undead as she pierced the skull of the undead in front of her with a swift thrust. The zombies were armoured, with rusty chainmail and torn leathers. The weapons they used chipped and rusted but still dangerous.

Sahjaíl dodged a swing from the creature in front of him, the warrior next to him put the zombie down with a swift lunge. He pierced the one coming from his right, aiming for its skull. The stab glanced off, he pulled back and kicked the monster on its chest driving it back. A yelp next to him drew his attention as a zombie cut of the warriors arm, she had left her self vulnerable in the stab she used to help him out. In an impressive display of ferocity she slammed her claws into the zombies eyesocket, muscles tensed as she ripped the zombies head clean off. She stumbled trying to stop the blood loss.

He pointed his free hand in her direction and sent a healing spell to her, the wound closing she glanced at him, but grabbed the spear in her other hand and fought on. The battle lasted another ten minutes despite the reinforcements the tribe had received, when the last zombie fell down to the earth dead once more a collective sigh of relief filled the air. Sahjaíl panted as he stared at the corpses of the enemies in front of him, a soft cling notifying him of a level up.

First I need to heal those that can be healed. He thought looking around at the tired and exhausted warriors.