An Unusual Task (Elyan) Jun 5, 2012 15:09:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2012 15:09:44 GMT -5
Nimueh didn’t like to be dependant on other people, but it was a sad fact that even a High Priestess could not do everything on her own, especially not when it came to weapons that were not purely of magical origin, but should have magical abilities. You never knew when such thing could come in handy, but Nimueh was no blacksmith and could not conjure weapons out of the blue. If magic should be combined with a weapon, it had to be done during the forging itself. Back in the good times of magic, when the Isle of the Blessed had still been a center of worship and power, they of course had had their own blacksmiths to do this work that required special skill. Today, everything was different. Nimueh almost had to act like a petitioner, if she wanted something like that done, and it couldn’t have spited her more. And of course, looking for some blacksmith in Camelot was a moot undertaking, since Uther had had enough time to spread fear and loathing of magic throughout the land. Even those who still held magic in higher regards than the majority would be too afraid to lift a finger in aid, for fear of being executed as collaborators.
She had let Uther have his way far too long, but then good plans needed their time of preparation, if they should not be overhasty. Too many of her kind had already lost their lived, because they had been rubbish at planning everything through. In the beginning, Nimueh hadn’t even dared to think Uther could go through with this for much longer, but the subjects itself had shocked her, how willingly most of them let go of what was their source of prosperity and happiness – magic – only because of the tantrum a crazy king had thrown. But not for much longer… Nimueh’s planning was almost at an end, and she had quite a few of them in various states of completion. This was only one of them, a backup, should some of her other plans fail unexpectedly. A sword forged with magic, that held unique power. It might not be as powerful as one of those forged in a dragon’s breath, but what was the chance of anyone laying his hands on one of those anyway? No… this sword would be a masterpiece and enable it’s bearer to perform magically enhanced duels without he himself having learned any basics of magic.
For this, she had set her eyes on a particular smithy that was rumored in all of Escetia to good and not averse to a bit… questionable business as long as good money was paid for it. Nimueh would have to see the result first and then decide if she would reward the smith handsomely or just let him get away with his life as a sufficient reward. It would all depend on the circumstances. Normally, she also didn’t like to be seen in such… low surroundings, in a village full of muck and grimy dirt and equally dirty people, but for the right goal, sacrifices had to be made. At least for now she was not bothered with staring eyes from men who hadn’t seen a beautiful woman in all their life, as she had hid her face and figure in a grey and blue velvet cloak. Approaching the smithy, she was not greeted with the familiar clinging of steel on steel, but with agitated voices instead. Intrigued against her will, Nimueh crept closer to the forge to find out what was the substance of the argument that seemed to be going on there.
Timeframe: pre- season 1
Time of Day: afternoon
Note: Hope that's okay