"Thank you Mepherian." He said before proceeding to the temple. Jewelcrafting, he wondered where they were getting their materials from. Of course his being here would mean he could turn anything from wood to dirt to what they needed, but still he prefered to have a people that could work things out themselves as his powers would need to be used for his own works.

He began contemplating a shop me might build here. He remembered having both large shops and small shops, he smiled as a memory of his false life as "Olin, god of enchantment" where he actually worked for... what was the daemons name? Oh well, he couldn't remember, but he remember that there were several daemonic smiths who were very good at their trade (mainly weaponry) and taught him much. Looseing himself in though he had a "wakeup call" himself when he finally found the temple. He then proceeded in looking for the Chamber of Kings, and the man he was suppost to meet.
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Anik's thoughts carried him to the Temple of The Bounty. The Temple was a monolithic structure of immense natural beauty, hidden amongst trees, covered in overgrowth, and intricate , detailed carvings, that told the story and history of the Bosmer for a thousand years or more.

Upon entering the Temple, Anik was struck with a strange sense of alienation, as if, he had once been to the Temple before, but it had changed significantly since..

He enters the Chamber of Kings, a magnificent golden oak chamber, where the officials and most important icons of the Bosmer would regularly gather to discuss their latest, greatest, and most beautiful crafts.

Before Anik could even look for Eilduen, he was already grovelling before Anik.

"Lord, the prophets, they told of you're coming, of you're return, and here you are! In all your glory and splendor my lord, here you are!" proclaimed Eilduen, his voice full of love and passion.

He rose to his feet.

"My lord Anik, please, what is it that I can do?" he asked graciously.
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"Thank you, Eilduen, for your most receptive greeting, but I do not require such a show, so if you feel you must do as such let it be only for your own pleasure." He say quite politically correct. "Beyond your words or actions, this temple, the building in the valley. Sir, I would call this village a complete success upon first and second glance. Just walking here I could not see the beauty of the buildings until they were meant to be seen, and then when in coming here I have seen fine craftsmanship on my way here." He smiles delicately at the man.

"Though you are correct, I have returned, though I no not for what reason yet, but there is always a reason. I hope there is not too much lore about myself that I cannot live up to. Through time things often get muddled or changed, but then exact history isn't as important as history perceived.

As you would well know, I am a Crafter myself, and as such I will need a place to work in my realm, should I decide to do so. Perhaps if there is a suitable place I can purchase, for it is only fair, or if not, a spot of land that I might build a workshop."

"Oh, right, I am sorry my lord.."
Eilduen trails off, seemingly hurt. This man, and the surrounding Bosmer were incredibly grateful to Anik for something, alas, it was something he didn't remember, but he did know it must have been something great.

Suddenly, Eilduen's attention is snapped back, as if waking from a dream.

"Oh yes, the buildings? Why thankyou my lord, after the great war we did our best to restore the village just how you would've done it yourself, I am very glad you're impressed" he croaked, his full of emotion, but cracking a smile at the same time.

"A workshop my lord? You must not remember the many you built yourself! We have restored them all, all 18 of them, scattered around the realm. You placed 5 here in the city, my lord.." Eilduen trailed off again. Something, was deep in the thoughts of his head.

"Ah, lord, I, uh... well, you see..." Eilduen is suddenly overcome with emotion, a single crystal tear falls down his cheek.

"Lord we lost the key to the Overforge of Ihl'Asuun. I am most sorry" he says, very apologetically.

"I can get someone to take you to one of your 5 workshops in the City, though. Would you like to go to the one in the east, west, north, south, or center of the city?" Eilduen asks.

He nods. "I thought I may be missing something, these are not the only things I do not remember building, but then... for some reason I remember a lot from previous lives, tens of thousands of years back." He ponders for a bit on that before snapping back to the man's attention. "Right then, whichever one is closest, and right now I don't seem to remember the Overforge... a bit. As you might guess, waking up after a long period of sleep trying to remember what happened tens of thousands of years ago like it was tomarrow, as well as what happened last... is not easy. But like most things, it can be repair with time." Actually there were many grand workshops he build so it could be any one of them, but he suspected that this was not so, as there seemed to continously be a pattern to the section of time of which his memeory was gone... perhaps this was not an accident.

He would have to look into it later though, he followed the man to the first forge. "So then how long has it been since my last departure?" He asks while they were walking to the first workshop. He wanted to get his berrings on the time-scale of things. He remembered Gaia, and the Titans, then suddenly things jumped a long ways, Metatron... a name he could never forget, but it was still fuzzy, and definatly out of chronological order.

Suddenly, Eilduen's face is wiped of concern.

"You don't remember the Overforge?" he asks, seemingly amazed.

"Oh, nevermind my lord, the tales do not tell of it being THAT important."
"The closest workshop is in the center of the city, only a short walk from here." he says, quickly skimming subjects.

"Please, this way, my lord" says Eilduen, as he escorts Anik out of temple, and heads to the workshop.

"Well, hmm, the stories and legends last tell of your departure many aeons ago my lord. Many years before any of the Bosmer you see around you were born, and more than likely before their fathers, fathers, even. The people here know of your legend my lord, but this is the first coming of you in there time, there first sights of the mighty lord Anik! You can understand why we are all so excited" says Eilduen, genuine and courteous in his information given.

"Ah, here we are my lord!" exclaimed Eilduen, as they wheeled around a huge fern, revealing the tall solid wood doors of the workshop.

"While it might have been important, I will eventually like to know where it is, Perhaps there is a way that only I may open it without a key. Though if not... well then we shall see what happens then when if it comes to that." I may have picked up the key along the way here. But I'll let him muse over it... He thought to himself. "But there is one thing I do not like is the fact that there is not a written recorded history... knowlage is important as it dictates the quality of work, or even the ability to do the work itself. And history is nothing but tales of knowlages gained. And is important on finding out how to regain such knowlage if it is ever lost." He walks up the forge and walks around inside exaiming it, it's use. He used Lore on any notably intresting items.

"Oh, it was nothing to important my lord. It shouldn't bother you." says Eilduen, clearly lying. Perhaps some secret hid within the Overforge of Ihl'Asuun.

"Well, you see my lord, we had written many tomes of the history of the realm, but they were all lost in the war.., you see my lord, legend tells that the war carried on for many moons after your flight from the land." Eilduen's voice was again, full of emotion. This was strange, for the Bosmer general had obviously not served in the war, but was so deeply affected by it.

Eilduen stood at the door, while Anik looked around the workshop.

There was an average array of items in here, impure metals, draws full of gemstones and jewels, all uncut, every tool any master craftman would need. All the items were covered in thick dust.

"Lord, over on the far bench ... we found it amongst the ruins of the old workshop" said Eilduen.

Anik walked over to the bench, and laying there was a thick, silken robe. The robe was spun of a very alien silk, one that Anik didn't recognise, black as the darkest side of the moon, and flowing with magical power.

Anik gripped the robe, and used Lore on it.

The same strange feeling, his current thoughts ripped out of his head, as he learned about the robe.

In his mind, Anik saw a powerful muscular man, standing in the robe. The man kneeled down amongst the scrub, and sparked flame into it. The flame grew and spread at a terrifying rate, it was in no way natural. This man was quite obviously a powerful magician. The man in the robe flung back the hood, revealing his Dunmer face. The man was covered in tribal tattooing of a grotesque magnitude, and just as his thoughts started connecting again, Anik heard the Dunmer speak;

"The Bosmer will pay the price for the suckling at Anik's teat, ei fuhn asam hemmar!" and the Dunmer dissapeared in a flash of light.

"Strange..." He says sort of lost in time for a bit, information of seconds passing faster than "real" seconds. "This was a Dunmer's robe... one who disliked me." He shifted the focus of his Lore to read a bit about the robe itself, its properties. Once that was done though, if there was no immediate danger, he put the robe back in its place, making sure to fold or hang it nicly.

"Alright then, you may leave if you wish, if not, please stay out of the way. I have some work to do."

He then went around the place cleaning it up first. There was no way he could work with the layers of dust on the shops so he began to clean it up, from top to bottem. He used a stick to gather cob-webs from the cieling and around windows before sweeping it down. Once that was done he went down to the walls and upper shelves. Next came the lower shelves, walls, and furiture. He made sure all the windows and doors were open so he could clear the room out. Finally when it was done everything had been cleaned, oragnised, and somewhat polished. "Alright, now work can begin." He said to himself, all in all this would have taken far longer than what he had plans, but would be an investment none the less.

He went over to the resource section of the Workshop to get some iron. He felt the metal, letting his senses dive into it just getting a first glance of the thing. It might have been a bit crude for his tastes. But he needed to streach first before he began a run. In only second the long thick rod of iron was turned into a crude dagger without a leather-padded hilt. The metal ran like liquid around itself once more as it began turning into a long metal rod. It was pencil thin, it kept getting long, slowly streaching farther than one would think the metal would go, but only anik noticed that it was because he was unbonding the metal enough to allow for less density. This would weaken the metal, but that was nessicarry to clense it. The first thing he did was begin pruning.

Suddenly it looked like tiny shockwaves or liquid moveing along the length of the rod. Eventually a small red tint could be seen at the base of the rod. Anik held his other hand out under it and a small collection of impurities dropped down from the rod. Then in mere seconds the rod began to shrink back into the form a hilt-pad-missing dagger. He played with it with his power letting the legnth and density change. Turning it from a wide punching to a long stabbing and slashing to a moderate hunting knife.

He nodded as if he had decided what it was to be formed as. He goes long the length of the knife with one hand while still the shimmers of liquid metal move back and forth, a sign that Anik is still working on the exact make-up of the thing. As his finger runs up the blade suddenly serrations appear, behind its path. As he touches the tip the quiver a bit and seem to shine.

Minutes pass as he goes through and turns what was once a simple rod into a stunning solid iron hunting knife. Putting the knife down gently on a recently cleaned table top he goes over to a selection of wood inspecting each one carefully touching them as he goes so he could "feel" inside them to get a layout of their being. He shakes his head. The wood was old here, though still in good condition.

He then picks up the knife as he goes outside. He moves from tree to tree touching it for long periods of time, trying to find what he needed. Eventually he finds it in a small Ceder Softwood. He touches it with a single finger and then focuses. Minutes, more than it took to make the dagger, pass as he stand unmoving by the tree. As he does the tree seems to be "growing" something out of its bark. This of course is not the case, as anik is gathering the perfect grains from the tree while still re-routing any major veins the tree still needs. Once a small block of wood has come out he touches it the base of the dagger. Suddenly as if the wood was a sponge and the knife water, it moves into it until the wood comes up to the top of the hilt. After the wood is there he begins the process of alignment and shaping. Going into the internal works of the wood and metal, literally binding them at their base. At the surface he went over the wood and removed the unneeded bits letting them fall into his hand. He went over it and then it begins to shimmer and then there is the smell of wood burning. The outside of the wooden handle is smooth now, and has a glossy sheen.

He put the exess wood back on the tree and it sinks into it. He continues going over the tree for several minutes before he is satisfied that minimal damage has been done to it. After repairs, he lets his mind return from the material, and now looks at it with his eyes. He sees the sharpness of the tip and knife blade is far sharper than a normla blacksmith could do, and stronger for its being thin-points. The serrations themselves were a feat as upon closer inspection you notice that each one is actuall a slightly curved serration which would allow for a far more smoother cut. It was balenced fairly well and was of course perfectly fit to his hand. He smiles at his creation, then looks up to take notice if anyone was nearbye, and how much time he had taken. Anik knew he was known to get lost in creations for hours, he think his record though was somewhere around 3 months... he couldn't remember what, but it was a big craft.

His mind was filled with the property values of this robe.

The robe was made of a very refined silk, which came from the Black Ha'Mun Silkworm. This particular type of silkworm was common amongst linen crafts of the Dunmer. The robe was otherwise, just like any other robe.

Anik placed the robe down on the bench top.

"Yes my lord, you know where to find me if you need anything!" Eilduen said, as he rushed off back to the Chamber of Kings.

Hours pass as Anik goes about his perfect process. Cleaning, polishing, tidying. His process was the most magnificent form of art.

Some of the Bosmer look on near-by, immensely inspired not only by the impeccable craft and skill of their god, but also just by his presence.

Hours pass as Anik works on his hunting knife, turning it from a crude possibility, into a knife of lethality, and master craft that none could compare to.

Anik looks at his knife after he is done, and is filled with pride for his own skill.

He would need rest for a couple hours to let himself recharge. But this was only the first step and an inspiration for many more to come. The knife, was but a tool, only a weapon at last resort. So he went into the shop to do some "manditory work". He went on to bits and pieces of leather. He gathers and measures them to the lengthes needed. He uses some of the "old wood" and does use his power to "clean them up" on the inside, but that takes no less than 10 minutes or so. When he goes to use the saw he sees its not that sharp and then uses his powers to sharpen and "clense" it (not the point of his knife, but still good). He sighs, and then goes to work on the rest of the tool. Time was always his obsticale...

Suddenly there was a flash of memory... Xellos, god of time. He remembered him. Friendly chap if a bit outlandish and immature. Simple too, mainpulation... he was always a good friend as he could be manipulated to do as Anik wanted. He remembered an arugment though right before he died a final time (well in that incarnation anyway). He also remembered the hourglass and cursed axe.

Anik shook his head. Memories memories, he had to many and not a big enough brain... so it seemed his brain had compiled a lot of the information. He went back to repair and the making of the leather and wood sheith. After some time he sat down and streached his neck out a bit. His "break" had turned into a project itself... still he had gotten a lot done. So he desides maybe to visit the Eilduen, that is, if the hour wasn't to late.

Anik goes about crafting the sheath of the sword, undisturbed.

As Anik ponders on his new found memory of the god of Xellos, his thoughts are swept away from him.

He see's before him - what appears to be - wave upon wave, however there were many more of these waves lapping forward than backward. This told Anik that there were two currents at work here, and the one pushing forward was much stronger than the one pushing backwards. Amidst the waves he saw a skull floating.

Anik was compelled to reach out and grab the skull, and as he did so, he lurched forward, knocking things on the bench over. The thought was entirely gone, and the workshop eerie silent, save the bugs and insects chirping and chattering outside.

The vision was immensely strange, and worrying to Anik, but he pushed on with his craft.

After some time, his finely crafted hilt sat before him.

The Bosmer officials that resided within the Temple never slept, so it was fine for Anik to go see Eilduen.

"Ah, my lord, you have returned." chirped Eilduen, as Anik strode into the Chamber of Kings.

"Was everything to your expectations my lord? Is there anything I can do for you?" he asked happily.

"I was wondering if I can get some history of the realm. Even if there was no records, perhaps there is still an oral history." He said with somewhat more of a questioning look, for his mind had many questions right now.

"History of the realm my lord?" asked Eilduen, inquisitive at first, but then remembering that Anik knew nothing, he wised up.

"Oh, well, after your last dissapearance, the war with the Dunmer rose up again. They tried to burn the Village down, and when our men were tied up putting out flame, their legions came forth. The black filth of the Dunmer wailed upon us for hundreds of years my lord. Whole bloodlines had begun and ended before the war was over. The war ended with the slaying of the King of the Dunmer, Baeldugn. One of our greatest trained assassins took his life as he lead a siege upon a fortress we had setup in the south of the realm." said Eilduen. With this, he was slightly lost in thought.

"After the war, our people struggled to survive. The Dunmer had wiped out major allotments of our resources, and we were defenseless to any other attack. Many Bosmer sought refuge amongst the Altmer, though, we know not where they found them. It took us about 60 years to regain some resources, and we were then able to go back to our crafting and living." he said, his voice picking up as he spoke.

"And that was nigh 200 years to now my lord, to your return to our beautiful land." said Eilduen.

"I see. Just wanted to get more reasoning on that. I shall have to look into more when I travel, and I will eventually, for there is much I have forgotten and much to be found. But I am nowhere near ready to leave, nor do I wish to before I can do what I can for the village here. While I am out crafting some works I would like you to go around the village, or visit with some elders, to see what exactly the village needs done. As you might predict I have much in the way of skill of craft, but knowledge that I may give may be 1000 times more useful. In addition to collecting such needs, and please do limit them to thing benefiting the entire or majority of the village, I would like a sort of inquiry on the village to be done. Create a census of the population if you haven't as well as a recording of social infrastructure, as these things allow a society to examine, and improve itself.

There is no need to rush, as I have much to do, weeks of work. Quality of work is just important as getting the work done."

With the instructions laid out Anik went back to the shop, he had plenty of rest, both from the journey, and on Yggdrasil's time-line. Now was the time to begin crafting his personal effects, and perhaps something of a sample to sell in the market.

Now that he had his "practice" with the knife. He could begin with something much more complex. In the past Anik had used a longsword and rapier so he decides that should be first. He grabbed some metal and made different miniature-moulds quickly going through changing it as he went along, eventually he settled on a long double edged rapier. He next went through different hand-guard designs before settling on a practical, yet fine, one. Next he thought about material. While iron is very good for a dagger, it is far to brittle for a rapier. He could try to pull something off with aluminum, carbon, and iron. He went through his basic chemistry and metallurgy equations. There was something he remembered, Titanium... it was rare, but then he could produce it if needed. Some other rare metal ingredients along with some tin and aluminum would make an excellent blade. Adding in a carbon edging, could make it also very useful.

Going over the equations on the table, literally warping the surface to act as a sort of paper, writing with his finger. He also scribbled some mathematics (though he could easily do them while he worked) just to double check the measurements of what he needed. About an hour later he was done with the pre-making process and he could get down to the material gathering.

Now several of the ingredients would be easy to get. There was plenty of zinc, iron, tin, copper, and carbon. But Titanium, a minutes amount of lead and other rare metals would be needed as well.

He went outside to inspect the forge. While the forge itself was not going to be used for the making, the massive amounts of heat it could contain would be useful. He then went out around the area to find any large stones or boulders that wouldn't be in use. Once he found a suit able one he began to take chunks out of it (as large as he could carry without to much extreme physical effort) back to the workshop and by the forge. They would provide some useful energy for the alteration of the iron rods. Once he had enough raw stone he deemed sufficient he went back into the forge and began to clear out most of the charcoal or coal that had been left in there. A dirt process, but a necessary one, and one to give him a "power rest", though he was nowhere near tried enough to fail. After he got everything set up be began splitting some of the stones into smaller balls which he put into the unheated forge. The rest of them he began to "fill up" any spot in the room that he deemed accessible from the forge, especially the windows and doorways. There didn't have to be much, perhaps just an inch of stone filling them.

Once the forge was complete he could begin. He went over to the iron rods and went once more through the purifying process, until it was nothing but a pure iron rod. Iron was a pain to, but the best thing, to transmute. Its atomic strength was neigh impenetrable which meant a lot of energy had to be used to break it, but in the cross end, it was so damn exactly in the middle of everything, that once you got it "in the zone" of breaking bonds, you could damn near change it to anything. He put the iron rod in the unheated forge, and in one hand he grabbed one stone ball. He stood motionless staring straight at the end of the iron rod, watching as it began to glow. So far nothing visible could be seen to the rock he was holding, he had to go slow, as this was his first time in a while he had done transmutation.

As time went on though he could get faster and soon half of the iron rod was red hot with still very little seen to the stone in Aniks hand. Hold on... perhaps maybe a bit had been removed off the top. Steady had he went, he knew this task would take hours. Soon though on top of the stone a little spark issued its way from the top, and at that point the red-hot half of the iron rod suddenly began to glow white. Sweat streamed down anik's face, not from the heat coming from the rod, (which was all focused internally) but from the sheer amount of concentration. Soon a couple hot sparks could be seen flying off both the rock and the iron rod. Anik smiled a bit when he could feel the iron was "in the zone". He dropped the rock he had been holding, letting it fall to the ground and shatter, revealing it had been completely turned hollow. He then grabbed another orb of stone and brought it to the white-hot rod. What appeared to be a line of light suddenly connected the iron rod and the rock sparks danced down into the forge, a sound like much that of welding gun echoed through the small room. The temperature got suddenly hotter, like a real forge. He did this for about 10 minutes, stopping and examining the rod every minute, until anik deemed it done.

Now for the cooling, he wouldn't use water, that would be deadly. That were what the other handful of rocks were. Stone, unlike metal, could handle a lot of heat. He touched the end of the iron rod to one of the stones inside the forge and suddenly it began glowing red where it touched quickly spreading to the entire thing. He rotated to the next stone, and then the next. Until he had several red-hot stone balls sitting inside the forge. When the rod suddenly when from white to red that was the time to use water. But just to be sure, he "pushed" a bit inside the forge and watched as flames seared the walls, catching whatever debris he had left in the forge. He then went to the water and dipped the rod. Letting it sit there for a while (his hand still on it) slowly let the hear climb up into the iron part of the rod. Transference of heat was a critical part of the cooling as if he just let go of it, the bar would snap.

Once cooled down he looked proud at the bar. Part of it was still iron, the part that had never turned red, while the rest of the bar was a shiny silver material, though only Anik would know that the compounds for the alloys he needed in precise measurement were layered one on top of the other on the rod. Titanium and Aluminum taking up the most of it while just an inch or two of minor materials (with shell around it to prevent raw-exposure). He went over and set the rod down.

For now the rod was stable, and Anik was beat, and hot. Without windows or doors, something he only did as an "over-protection" in case some sort of radiation had leaked from his making, it was stifling in here. He went over to a window first and made a hole in it about the size of his fist to allow air-flow into the forge (as the hot air would climb up into the forges chimney). He went to each window and made similar holes so air wasn't restricted to comming into one place. After that was done he went over to the door and made an opening on it large enough for him to step through.

Out of the forge he relaxed a bit outside, it should be nearly dawn by now.

After Anik was finished doing whatever the fuck mammoth task he was doing, he felt a presence in Bounty - another God.
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Watching the sun come up in his realm was a nice way to pass the time and relax as he took a break from his powers. The forge would require some clean up now, and it might be good to store the stone in or on the doorway somehow. He thought abit it for a bit and then decided that they would make lovely decorations as window and door liners, when they weren't in use as an over-protection for radiation leakage.

He went back into the, somewhat cooler smithy and began to alter the stone inside the windows and doors, altering them into decorative window seals and door frames. He began turning the stone into different patters and shapes that mimicked the forest around it so like much of the village, it would only stand out as decorative when it was supposed to, and natural when you were father away. After that he got the brush and shovel and moved all the choke back into its proper place in the forge. He then cleaned up the area with the extra stone balls (which would be useful in later transmutations) and then tidied up the place. Cleanliness and order were necessary for fine craftsmanship.

He then went over to the rod he had transmuted into the materials needed for the mainly Titanium-Aluminum Alloy rapier. Bringing it over to the previous iron prototype (which he gave a little bit more detail as to the decorative properties) he sat down at the workbench. He went over the prototype rapier one more time before beginning on the alloy. He then separated most of the iron from the titanium bar and then proceeded to begin his crafting. He grabbed a working stone in one hand, and the rod in the other.

First he began with the handle, forming it of a material composite that even used some of the iron from the base, since it would need to be a little bit heavier than its size would allow, and even then it needed to cushion blows the rapier would take. As he went into the heart of the handle, he began to shift his focus back up towards the length of alloy above, and the stone in his hand. He didn't need much energy to get the alloy excited enough to begin heating up, but still a constant flow would be needed. This sort of crafting might take longer than producing a fire and heating the metal, but this way he could move the heat exactly to where he wanted while he was working.

When the rod, minus the handle, was glowing red it would be easiest to work with, once he was done it would take even him quite a while to reforge such a thing. Mixture of the metal was the first part, and that would require the most heat. Soon the thing was almost to the point of melting, and if in any other hands, it would have turned into a liquid at that instance, but Anik continued to focus on the rod, easing the flows of heat within it. Then came the mixing of metal, the metal began to spin, and as it did the centrifugal force made it get a bit wider though slowly it compressed down, and the metals began to combine. He let it cool the point where it was something more like liquid plastic now. Control and time were key factors in its making. This was not something Anik would be able to do in just minutes; the aligning of atoms to its core was not a fast process, nor an easy one. Metal was fickle... it wasn't something that liked to be reheated time and time again, for each time, bonds would break, and last times work would be totally undone.

As time went on Anik then began to invoke a power which he had not done with the dagger, his power and his magic of earth. He began to entwine the metaphysical and the physical together, so much to the point where magic was no longer magic, but something entirely twisted with the sword. Anik though, being only a conjurer, wouldn't get much earthen magic out of himself, but some was better than nothing. Next came the magic of air. Being that air and earth seemed always at odds with each other, he did not try to force them together. Instead he twisted them around each other. Like a checkers board that kept breaking itself down into smaller and smaller spaces, until there was nothing but grey to someone who viewed it.

At this point Anik began to shape the metal, now bound with a interweaving weave of earth and air elements, he could continue with the shaping. At this point the natural heat of the thing began to dissipate until there was just a small red glow coming from the rod. The rod began to warp and shape itself, flowing like water around itself; its metal literally moving by rows of atoms into the shape it was needed. This process would look something like a shimmer that wove itself around the rod, with each pass the shape would change, and with each second it would get wider, but thinner.

After hours had gone by, he carefully finished off the materials. The sword itself was amazing, even by Anik’s standards. Its core was the titanium alloy with trace metals, the combination gave it amazing strength and the ability to withstand shock and pressure, it gave it the minor flexibility it needed... millimeters of bend and shift. Its outside had a lot more carbon in it (if by a lot meaning a jump from the .0001%'s to the .1%'s). The outside was stronger but less flexible. The edges and point of the sword were sharp enough that the damn well might cut through whatever it went though, and as a rapier, stabbing meant it would move through tissue like water, and also had the benefit of a tactile use as a saber. Its edges on the molecular scale were diamonds micro-serrated to the point of atoms, which made it quite literally "hard as diamond" and literally be able to cut a hair in two... long-ways. The tip itself was completely made of diamond, since the tip was in need of the strongest material, and had no need for flexibility, this only made sense, the diamond for some strange reason seemed to hold on to the metal instead of being 'inter-twisted' at the edges like Anik usually did. The twisting of earth and air magic literally driven into the making of the sword at the atomic level made the thing even more deadly.

But it wasn't quite done yet... Anik took the blade and pointed it at his hand. He then proceeded to cut himself slowly, which because of the sharpness took no effort except to bare the pain. As blood rain down the sword it began to seep into it, making a permanent red stain down the middle.

When Anik was finally finished crafting the Viper, he noticed - only now - another presence in the workshop. It was a tall, lean man, dressed in grey and bearing the Seal of Odin - ten towers within a sun, a tree drawn in the center. He had wild eyes, and his teeth were sharpened.

"I hope I'm not interrupting," apologized the man. "My name is Bhak, and I am the Recruitment Officer.."

Anik set the blade down, carefully as to not care up the table. "Oh, I'm sorry sometimes I get caught up in my work and tend not to notice things, I hope I didn't keep you waiting long." He says just now noticing that the sun had moved quite a bit in the sky. "I am Anik, God of Craft, pleased to meet you." Anik stood up weakly useing the chair for support and offered a hand. He was tired, hours of straight crafting leaving him completely drained of energy. "So then how may I help you or vice versa."

"About twelve hours," admitted Bhak. "It is okay. You have a very beautiful Realm, Anik. Your Bosmer fed and bathed me, and gave me a place to rest. I think you'll be expertly suited to Familiar Operations." He smiled. "Tell me, Anik, have you heard of an Oathsword?"

It seemed he had under estimated the time he had spent on the project. "I have heard of a sword called Oathsword, but then that was... a long time ago. I suspect the one you speak of is somewhat different, especially since your conjugation suggests there are more than one. And I thank you for your compliments on my realm. I have constantly strive to teach them the importance of natural beauty." Anik could slowly feel his stregnth comming back as time moved faster in the tree than in his realm.

"Natural beauty. Yes," agreed Bhak. "I hail from the Realm Savage, and the beauty there.." he trailed off. "But forgive me. Essentially, the Conclave needs an oath of loyalty from you. There are two ways we can do this. The Unbreakable Oath of the Callisti is, for the moment, entirely optional - and, of course, unbreakable. No.. something lighter is the Oathsword, a small silver knife that you are ordered to have on you at all times. If it receives a report of crime or something similar from you, it'll explode."

The Shage shrugged.

"Rough, but these are rough times."

Anik smiled. "If my suggestions on security make it through to the councle, perhaps it might be eaiser, and safer." He nodded. "I shall take the Oathsword, but the only reason is... for the moement, I don't know much about the conclave. They seem to be the outfit they present themselves as, which is good." He inspect the man looking for the oath sword. "If you don't mind my asking. Would it explode if I attempted to look into its nature. I am always curious about enchanted items, and so, am usually inspecting them. A fault when dealing with items that explode I know."