Atronach Forge Novels & Stories

Near them, thin green cords connected the base of the forge to the magic tool that provided it with energy: the gem pannel. Gem panels were thin circular sheets of amethyst enchanted with [Low energy gathering], those were on a frame of jade that transmitted the energy towards the forge. Finally, a thin "cord" made out of jades connected the devices. [Your army has invented the Crystal Forge!] [Your army has invented the Gem pannel!] [Smith 1, Smith 2, Smith 3, Smith 4, Warlock 21, Warlock 12, Warlock 4, and Skeletor have received +3 Int. +500 XP]

The water itself seemed to shimmer with heat, distorting the view ever so slightly, adding an almost surreal touch to the sight before him, as if he were peering into a world of elemental power. The symphony of clanging metal and bubbling vent fluid filled the water, creating a harmonious blend of sound that resonated through the market. Tritan couldn't help but feel the intensity of the forge's atmosphere even from a safe distance. At first glance, the mermen working within appeared to be bare-chested, but upon closer inspection, he realized they were wearing tight-fitting light-colored leather armor, complementing their scales and offering both protection and ease of movement. Their tails

I asked her. “My bow broke in two when I fought against Link” she said “Link from Breath of the Wild?” I said “yes but can you fix it?” said Nyalter “actually I can, I have a forge located within my Friendly Strangers Gang Hideout so yes but the problem is that my forge has limited resources. I just set up my forge a few weeks ago” I said “okay Master Arnold” said Nyalter “anyway can I test out your bow” I said “sure Arnold” said Nyalter. So she gave her bow to me. Next I grab an arrow made out of Moonstone and pull the string and the Moonstone arrow back and the power within the bow was beginning to go unstable “looks like your bow has a lot of power, if your use it now the power within you

The Veil-walker, a half-spectral wolf named Morran, flickered in and out of our line, touching the Veil and sniffing for old death. By nightfall, we crossed the jagged river of black ice that separated Stormfang lands from Mia’s territory. Her magic was waiting. The trees were lined with silent watchers — shadow-beasts made of bone and fog, bound to her will. They didn’t attack. They let us pass. As if they wanted us deeper. We found the forge at dawn. It wasn’t a forge in the traditional sense. It was a shrine. Stone pillars circled a basin of congealed blood, still pulsing with ancient heat. Crystals pulsed red in the walls. Carvings marked the ground — not in wolf script, but something ol

"The Forge uses the DNA of the Silver Line to imprint the tech. Every weapon made here will only work for someone whose blood has been awakened." "A failsafe," Killian muttered, his eyes narrowing. "To make sure the Diaspora can't be turned against itself." Suddenly, the golden flame in the center of the room turned a sharp, electric blue. The temperature dropped forty degrees in a heartbeat, and the sound of the Forge shifted from a roar to a low, mournful chime.

"They live among us Walk-in our dreams And see right through Our deepest desires They hear our thoughts. And prey on our fears Their soft voices Echo in our minds with promises of forever Darkness falls They heed the call of thirst The night belongs to them Eyes burn red with hunger It's our blood they crave and it's our bloodline They wish to enslave When the birth of a new day Peaks over the horizon And our shadows rise to meet them They retreat to their sanctums And seek solace in dark places In the sun, we find comfort In the light, they disappear They are The Forsaken..." Cadence said the words out loud over and over, trying to make sense of them. After a while, though, she stopped tryi

"Why is that? Again, who was your father." I turn my head to look at Talon, noticing him already staring at me with wonder. "My father was a simple man, not many knew his name before he had me." I take a steadying breath. "His name is Aruthra. Aruthra McRae. He was......" I get cut off beforei can finish. "He was one of the first descendents of Samual Redwood." Talon utters in surprise. "How is he still alive? The first werewolves were created over 400 years ago!" Talon looks over to me, waiting for an answer.

Nine was their sacred number since it connected the nine realms that existed within Yggdrasil. “I choose Gungnir, the great spear of Odin, Angurvadal, the stream of anguish, Gram, who brought death to Fafnir, Freyr’s sword, to fight when I am weak, Dáinsleif, to inflict wounds that never heal, Lævateinn, so that my step will never falter, Skofnung, the supernatural blade, Hǫfuð, the great sword of Heimdall and lastly Mjolnir.” Malachi chose his nine gifts and the rest were returned to the vault. These gifts would be sent to his house in Seward and he knew Jessica would banish them to his study.

“You know this Apprentice. It is one of our first codes and…” “I realize this,” Orion interrupts, pressing his hand more firmly into the edge of the frame, increasing the power of his transmission. “And we aren’t asking for The Technicians to interfere directly,” he assures her. “But we do need a safe place to rest until we can…recalibrate and determine our next plans. We also have some lost tech that might be of use to you.” Orion turns his head slightly, urging Atremi to bring forward his toolbox. “A 3rd-century Archon Box,” she gasps, her eyes widening even before the air drake opens the lid and begins to pull out the contents. “Some of that Tech has been lost since before the first Terra

I hadn't even gotten to call them Dad and Mom yet. I did see my foster parents again, however, when I was sixteen and I was tasked with killing my first targets. They were my first.