A Relaxing Day

by Groht Arautok (Bighill)

I was the first one awake this day. I wanted to make the most of the time I would have to myself, so I went into the common area of the inn to get some food. The keeper seemed a bit hesitant, but provided something I would consider at least edible. I was genuinely excited for the day ahead, but I had one final preparation to make. The night before, I had been reading through my notes on runecarving, and I discovered a technique I had not attempted in a while.

Old Speaker Komyn was the one who ignited my passion for words. Her stories, and the power they held, were what inspired me to start researching the forgotten techniques of runecarving. And as I reminisced, one of my favorite stories retold itself in my dreams---The story of the dragon.

The runes I carve follow patterns. Sometimes it's as simple as carving the meaning of a spell into an object in order to produce an effect, while other times it involves redirecting the arcane circuits within. But stories, especially when worded just right, hold tremendous power of their own. It's almost as if whatever force governs the arcane enjoys the tales told through the runes, and grants them power as a gift. And that dream of my past inspired me.

The others had made their way down at this point; geared up and ready to take off. I approached the little dragon to ask him for his armor, and without much hesitation, he handed it over.

This would become my canvas for today.

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I spent most of the day meticulously carving the runes into the little dragon's mail. The rings were sturdy and thick, giving me more than ample space to work with. I wondered if the chains were orc-made. There were obviously some techniques used that were taught or inspired by the smiths from Dogdor, but lacked the steady hand required to perfect them.

After carving the runes, I spoke the tale aloud as I retraced them in the air. Each word glowed with faint light as I spoke its sound.
I handed it back to him after he came back from the concert.

The little dragon has protected us many times before, but this should make his job easier.

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A Relaxing Day

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