Blacksmith's Elixir Skyrim Novels & Stories

Now and then, she reads the black book, hoping that she will find a cure for the poison that Lazarus gave to Cordelia. One night of the full moon she created a spell for the antidote of the poison that inside Cordelia’s body, with the help of Orenda who has the ability to make a medicine that is made of herbal medicine and by the power given by the goddess of moon. They joint their powers and special ability, but no matter that they did; the poison was getting worse. Lady Brume, who had no choice but to grant Cordelia’s ask to bring back Thana home yet, she knows it is not the right time to let go of Thana. She needs to fulfill the last word of her friend, Cordelia.

“A unique beast means I will be able to claim a silver hammer. I’ll be able to open my own forge. People will come from all around to buy what I make. A silver grade blacksmith is very rare.” I never expected to kill a superior beast in the first place, let alone something even rarer. “In that case, maybe we should amend our deal.” Kizwat nodded vigorously. “Whatever you want me to make, at cost price.” The blacksmith’s mood didn’t improve. “Did you really use that to make the killing blow? They have ways of verifying these things. Don’t send my apprentice all the way to the Guild on a hoax.” “Unlikely as it might seem, it’s the truth. His blood is still on here.”

After this ritual, he and his beloved would change the tides of disease and death in these lands, perhaps the entire world forever. Aelfric knew Silver-Dew abhorred the idea of immortality. What they were about to do would rid their bodies of their very souls, freeing the concentrated power of the life-spark to be used for their magic. He'd painstakingly crafted each of them a vessel to safeguard their soul. Sil wore hers around her neck: a beautiful, lovingly crafted pendant with a blood red stone in the center. The stone was rendered from the carefully heated blood of the beast that had captured her, the very beast Aelfric had slain.

Her cursive was atrocious; even she struggled to read the loopy letters, "Elixir of Life" The healing potion had taken her nearly a decade to brew, collecting rare ingredients from multiple realms. She'd hoped to sell it for a sizable amount, but unfortunately she would have no other choice but to use it on the injured male. It was the only potion strong enough to cure him of the shadowlock.

A human look, the look of someone who was ready to argue with his fate. The blacksmith felt the familiar aura of the approaching sorcerer, straightened his back, put aside the sword blank, and instead took a heavy hammer in his hand. A difficult hammer, there was a special power in it, a slander made by a great-grandfather, driving away any evil spirits. Zoran knew well the value of this hammer, more than once he saved it in the vicinity of Reeta, where he had to visit for minerals that came to the surface in the borderlands, which were needed in his business. But now Reeta seemed to have stepped into his forge herself, and with her the lifeless cold and darkness of the accursed forest.

Groaning, he turned to grab his quill again and aimed to finish the task sooner, as his curiosity grew with each tick of the clock. Smoke rushed out from the mouth of the guards, escaping like vine tendrils while she laughed wickedly. The white fox strutted behind her back as she inhaled the smoke, absorbing the magic that she got from sucking out the life force from the three men guarding her orb crystal—three men that was once alive and now dead. "Can you feel it Olivia?," she exclaimed, eyes wide as she stared into nothingness, completely lost with the extreme dark pleasure she got from the dead.

“Amulet’s like that are dangerous, and using them is just as bad.” “I won’t have to use it,” Corvu’s voice responded, “, have you heard how much Daemonaria are willing to pay for an amulet like that?” “What color was it?” “It was an amethyst.” “Humph.” The barkeep sounded pleased, “Keep that one close. You never know where she got that amulet from. It might be why she’s here. Just see if she’ll give it to you.” They were after the amulet? It was just like Patricia said. She was human and understood that Daemonaria would want this amulet, and that included Corvu. He was only being nice to me to get to the amulet.

Having examined my surroundings, I cannot find any items that I could modify this suit with but I could extract metal from the ores I found in the dungeon. Also, finding some crystals would be amazing. Come out my summons! Search for iron ores, crystals, and anything shiny! During their absence, let's check out my skills. It occurred to me that I haven't evolved my summons either. It will be done after they return. There's just one thing left for me to check. A book. [Book of Magical Enchantment] I believe I was given this book along with the necrosmith class because it appeared out of nowhere when I analyzed the craft skill.

“My lady, the notes are incomplete. We are missing something fundamental. The metal… it needs to be stronger than any steel we know how to make.” The head alchemist, a frail man named Pyre, nodded in agreement. “The Vorlagian powder is different. There is an ingredient, a process we cannot decipher.” Elira felt the six-month deadline looming over her like a executioner’s axe. It was Finn who approached her one evening, his face cautious. “My lady, there is a… rumor. A difficult one.” “Tell me,” Elira said, her voice tired. “They say there is a man, a smith, living in the slums of the outer city. He is Vorlagian. A runaway, they say. Lived here for years in poverty. They say his work is… unus

The brown-haired man in the tattered robe handed a scroll of reports to Alpha Aric. "We have created a potion made from rimewood roots, nightshade petals, and neutralized white deer blood. Its effects can withstand the reactions of dark magic curses for at least two hours. However, we have not tested its long-term effects." I nodded slowly. "Can it be mass-produced?" Elvar replied, "If rare ingredients like rimewood can be obtained in large quantities, yes. But we need funding and broader distribution." We stood together at the laboratory window. Alpha Aric held my hand and said, "We'll find a solution. This will be our new weapon, Lyara."