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Sk shruged, "as you wish m'lady. you shoudn't encounter anything anyway. thanks for going though i do appreciate it. you have nothing to be emarresed about. i mean shite lass look at your back ground. you have no bassis in weapon training at all. i will get you some. then teach you what i can about magic."

Sk waved and smile and continued his work, the hammers symphony ringing out clearly from the hut. he began to to hum a tune to him self to keep everything in a rythm. sweat formed on his brow and body from the heat of the place and he continued to work. over and over. [i]6 folds,[i/] he said to himself. he wanted to get to fifty at least... this would be a long night... and then there was the matter of enchanting the blade as zahars prize... it could get very dangerous at that point...

the hammer continued to ring true to the tune he was humming. this act was a welcom reprieve from the thoughts that constantly plauged his mind. he was stuck here as far as he knew. it was a much more peaceful existance then in the past... but he didnt fit here. he was a creature of death. a bring of death and a merchant of death as well. yet here on this plane it was as the time he was with the light skinned elves. there as so much color an... life... it made him almost nervous at times. helooked to his work, "well.. im here now," he whispered, "no point in being ruled by my past. he had finished the tenth fold and placed the steel back in the heat and walked over taking up his katar he cut his hand deeply. he grimaced slightly and removed the blade form the heat letting his blood run and sear onto the blade. it seared and popped and smelled god awful, but the enchanting had begun, "Zelotuss o maszu'slip Xomslao su'kc jhuls," he said and the blood began to seep in the blade. blue smoke rose from where thee blood had smoldered. he would have to repeat this every ten folds. and his cut could not heal on his hand. he took up the hammer and it almost seemed to feed off his blood. until the blade was ready, he could not let go of the hammer anymore save for the next parts of the enchanting.

he continued to hammer over and over. lost in the song he was humming. lost in the ring of the hammer. he was lost in the enchantment prossess. he was a figure whos eyes burned with concentraion, a hint of pain and aand emence focus. the demonic glow appeared ever so slightly due to the enchanting process and his prolonged bloodloss. the bloodloss was the trigger. when wounded his demonic sides came forth slightly more. it was a wonderful feeling. he loved his demonic side more then he despised it. this was one of the few times he admited it to himself. he would have to control it while zahar was awake. perhaps at night he would let himself go.. it might speed upt he enchanting..

his skin almost burned with his demon blood his tail swished back and forth, no longer wrapped about his waist like a belt. he felt cool yet knew his skin would be warm. the points on his ears had extended a bit and he could feel he had fangs now, though they would be small and unnoticable. he would just work until zahar came back then force it back down when she greeted him. again he heated the metal and began folding again.

he blinked and stoped hammering letting out a breath. and turned and walked over motioning for her and he to go outside, "thanks lass, ill take that now," with his free hand, he took the bucket by the rim and took a long drink and placed it jsut outside of the door. about half the watter that was origionally in the bucket remained. it swished lazily around in the bucket as he set it down catching his reflection and noting that the spark in his eyes remeaind. and so to were his ears slightly pointed. he tried to calm and looked up and smiled hopeing he looked normal again, "i should get back to work," he gestured with the hammer back towards the forge, "thanks again, if you want you should be able to wake artimis now. if i had to guess the boy is sleeping naturally now."

he smirked. it was far from draining him. he felt beter and more powerdul then ever before... though this rush would always come from the weaving of magic, "im am good i assure you. and there is much important work to be done on the blade. i cannot stop now or it may be ruinen," he bowed, "thank you for the water," it wasnt a lie, the enchanting proces would end were he to let go of the hammer and the blade would shatter, " check on art for me, and wake him up. you two need to go back to you village. i ust return to work," and he turned and gave a wink and strode back into the blacksmith shop... his hut.. his first real home.