Legend of Ransera

Posted: **Sun Aug 29, 2021 3:52 pm**

90 Searing 121

The twins met Torin Kilvin early at the Skyharbour. The Blue Star, owned by their family, had arrived the day previous and divested itself of cargo, then reloaded before dark. The captain had remained until morning for the young Lord and Lady's convenience, and the crew was happy for an evening in the big city before their return flight. Nobody seemed too much the worse for wear. Kaus had remained on the deck, the wind whipping at his platinum hair and mottled feathers, while Kala took Torin down below to give him a proper tour of the airship, though she had, in fact, noticed he was a bit on edge up above—perhaps nerves about the height. She explained how the airship was the main line of transportation and communication with Starfall. The small city was largely independent and self-sustaining, so it was rare an outside merchant would foot the bill to get to and from what was seen by outsiders as a provinicial settlement with little investment value.

And so the zaibatsu was in charge of its own supply chain, which was all for the best.

The voyage took the better part of the day. Kala kept Torin occupied in a cabin where people came and went to eat. From time to time, they would have a fresh pot of tea laden with herbs that would keep his stomach settled if it was prone to upset when they hit the inevitable turbulence in the mountain air. When things were calm, though, she would point out some of the spectacular views through the portholes.

The sun was setting when they made port at Starfall's tiny harbor. It looked as though perhaps five airships could dock there, though only two seemed to be used with any frequency. They were greeted by stevedores and the dockmaster, as well as the Lady of Starfall and her heir. Akshara and Aquilios looked in many ways like adult-sized versions of Kala and Kaus, who were small for a human and an Avialae respectively.

Akshara's cheekbones were prominent, though that might have been due in part to how drawn she was. And her elder son was not unkind, but he did not have an ounce of Kaus' ebullience. All the same, they were gracious with Torin and affectionate enough with their kin.

"Not feeling well, Mama?" Kala murmured, her twin looking on in concern. The woman just smiled, strong despite chronic health issues. They walked together from the harbor to the keep. From the air, from the high point of the harbor, and from the ground as they walked, Torin could see that the keep was an ancient fortress and the city an expanse of buildings, mostly one- or two-storied, spreading out from the keep as if proximity was the same as safety.

There was no proper city wall. Their threats were not foreign armies but the wild things changed by the Dread Mists. But there was a sense that the place was safe. It was protected by a towering Avialae like Aquilios, after all, who looked as competent as any who defended Kalzasi, and Torin knew they were well equipped as they had a runesmith in town. Despite it yet being Searing, this far up and north was still quite chilly as the sun set, though the keep was warm and comfortable. It was fine, of course, and filled with fine things. But there was still the sense that this was a home, a safe haven, and not a place where one was meant to be overwhelmed by splendor and wealth.

Supper was hearty and delicious, the conversation trending heavily toward Torin's work, his new forge, and the like. Akshara asked cogent questions, and Aquilios seemed concerned that Torin was capable with weapons, but also more creative endeavors. The needs of their people were many. But while the elders dominated the conversation, Kala interjected herself frequently to make Torin more comfortable, and Kaus occasionally added a bit of levity. He made his mother and brother laugh from time to time.

As soon as the meal was finished, Akshara begged off. She once more bid him welcome, but was weary and ill and required her rest. Her children kissed her good night, and she departed. Aquilios stayed around for a warming nightcap and was a bit more personable with Torin. He was more relaxed with the business seen to; it was clear he took it all quite seriously, his broad shoulders already feeling the weight of responsibility. When he departed, claiming to have a bit of work to do before he could seek his bed, the twins saw Torin to his room.

His luggage had been put there already. The room wasn't palatial, but it was more space to himself than he had ever had before. A servant had hung up his clothes in the armoire, and the four-poster bed had thick curtains on it to block out the light or keep in the heat per his needs. There was a fire burning low in the hearth, though, so heat wouldn't likely be an issue. After telling him where to go if he needed anything in the night, they left him to his rest. Kala promised the view from his windows would be lovely when the sun rose.

91 Searing 121

Kala Leukos was as good as her word. When he woke at dawn, the sun was rising in the east, the mountainous skyline carving a smile into the face of Ysa. When he came down to break his fast, Kala was dressed and waiting at the table for him. It was a less formal affair now, Akshara taking breakfast in her rooms, and Aquilios had taken Kaus to train before they would get to eat.

A servant was laying out food for them: flaky pastries, fruit, cheese, eggs, sausages, bacon, juice, water, and coffee.

"Eat your fill," she said after thanking the servant. "I know it takes a great deal of fuel to keep a blacksmith running." She smiled, something impish about the way it changed her elfin features. "But I imagine you are eager to see the rest of Starfall."

Posted: **Sun Sep 12, 2021 1:23 am**

When Torin had been told that the upcoming trip he'd been invited on, to join the twins, Kala and Kaus, on their visit home, would be traveled by airship he'd almost backed out. It had taken an encouraging conversation with Aurin a week before the journey, and a stern talking to the night before, to get him to swallow his fear of heights and pack his trunk of worldly possessions.

When he returned the chest would be delivered to the new forge and home that Aurin had found for him. The price had already been agreed upon and he'd trusted his fox-like friend to see the payment made, as well as to check on the work Torin had paid to be done on it. He intended to do a lot of the needed labor to make the dilapidated buildings into a home himself but the privy and kitchen were both beyond his skills and necessary for habitation. The shop and forges also were being redone, made ready for work and customers, who need not know that the majority of his house was in varied states of falling apart.

The thoughts sent a shiver of giddy anticipation through the large blond man as he stepped from the solid sky dock onto the deck of the Blue Star, working as a suppressant to other types of shivers that might have risen to accompany the one large step. He had learned young that thinking about things he was afraid of did him no good. If something awful happened he would deal with it as it came. That was the theory anyway, however often he failed to live up to it.

The twins greeted him kindly and Kala, gods bless her, took him in hand and below decks quickly. It was easier not to remember how exactly high up he was when he could neither look down nor feel the high winds whipping at his coat. The conversation about trade calmed him farther, as did the hot tea that was refilled periodically until he'd drunk enough without realizing it to fill him. The talk grounded him in the purpose of the trip, to work and learn as much as he could, both about the needs of his new employer and the crafting knowledge available in their home city.
By the time Kala began suggesting the view to him he was able to observe the wonders laid out below as though they were paintings, assuming he could keep himself looking out instead of down.

When they arrived he was still more than happy to disembark, his relief making him less awkward than he might usually have been at meeting the Lady of a Noble house and its heir. Perhaps, too, he was soothed by how familiar the two seemed in comparison with the two Leukos' he had grown to know and appreciate. His bow was neither clumsy nor courtly, but that of a craftsman to a Lord and Lady, when he was introduced.

Falling in behind as the family spoke of personal things his eyes swept the city on the walk to the keep. It felt... comfortable. Not like a palace was comfortable, not built with the idea of luxury in mind. It felt like a working place, where people were born and grew up with an identity of their own tied to their home, where everyone had work to keep them busy and knew where they fit in the world. It was a bit like his old village, except better kept, and a bit like Kalzasi, except more intentional, as though a single mind, or a long line of minds had formed it to a purpose.

The meal offered was excellent and he was only a little surprised to be seated at table with the family. Much more surprising, and a little embarrassing, was the conversation concerning his own meager intentions to set up a shop and begin trading in his craft. He answered all questions posed to him competently and tried to say more than was absolutely required, aided by the twins' occasional interventions. The seriousness with which Lord Aquilios spoke of the work that needed doing, after Her Ladyship had retired, actually relaxed the young smith. Working through the specifics of what was needed of him put him at his ease more than almost anything else, for it was a sphere in which he knew how to act and what to say.

The accommodations, when he was led to them, were exceptional, but, if truth be told, he hardly saw them. The day had been a lot, far more than he was used to, and he fell gratefully into the large bed as soon as he'd stripped down enough not to soil it with his travel clothes.

When he awoke and was treated to a new view of Starfall he grinned, unafraid to show emotion alone in his room. He dressed warmly, having been warned that Searing faded fast in the mountainous North, and wandered down to find only Kala waiting for him. Joining her was easy, and his stomach made its thoughts on his day of unusually little food while in the air known at the scent of the bounty laid out on offer. Kala already knew he ate heartily when he wasn't feeling self-conscious, as he now rarely did with her, and he made good on every promise of his appetite.

They spoke of what they would tour and explore for the day, he asking questions, she answering them or asking his preference, before they both found coats and scarves and set out eagerly into the brisk and beautiful morning.

Posted: **Sun Sep 12, 2021 3:43 pm**

Kala had always enjoyed hosting Torin and Timon at the Pavilion, but she found it even more gratifying to be able to show him her true home, even if parts of it would remain a secret until his compact with her family was fully realized. She loved her home and her people, and while she understood the reasoning behind it, a part of her hated that they had to hide their light under a bushel.

Taking his arm, she took him on a circuitous route to the runeforge. They were greeted with smiles, and she knew quite a few people by name, and even more by face. Many asked after Kaus, and she just pointed to the sky. They would laugh or nod knowingly. Aquilios hadn't had anyone to practice his airborn acumen against since his little brother had gone to Kalzasi to become a man. If any encounter lasted long enough for them to pause, she would introduce Torin. After the first one, though, she assured him that nobody would quiz him on faces and names. But visitors were infrequent, so he aroused a great deal of curiosity. When she told them he was a smith and a runeforger, their eyes always widened a bit with newfound respect.

His acquaintance with Kala assured hospitality, but it was clear that he was already valued for himself and his skills.

The sign read Atelier Gavida. The door opened before either of them could reach for the handle. An ancient dwarven woman blinked up at the thin sunlight behind them, but grunted.

"Fyraea bless you, little girl." Feada was one of the few adults that Kala was taller than, but she smiled all the same.

"A little woman now, Feada," she reminded her, releasing Torin's arm to embrace her. "Kaus and I survived our Warren March."

"Ahh, my back, my back!" she protested, but patted Kala's back all the same. She seemed to survive the embrace, then peered up at Torin. "Well, come in, then."

Kala winked at Torin behind her back, then followed her in. The building was rather ancient, but well-maintained. It had all the warmth and metallic smells of a forge, though there didn't seem to be any activity at the moment.

"Feada, this is Torin Kilvin, a smith and runeforger who came all the way from Kalzasi to see your work. Torin, this is Mistress Feada Gavina, the oldest woman alive."

Feada grunted, then sized up Torin, not impressed by his size.

"I got the message. I sent everyone to an early lunch so you wouldn't muck up any delicate work with your observing." She paused. "So I suppose you two will have to help me with my work until they finish their lunch and return."

"I, what—?"

"Have to teach you a thing or two about runeforging before I die, don't I?"

Posted: **Sun Sep 19, 2021 11:15 pm**

Torin was surprisingly good with names and faces, having spent a lot of time around strangers who came to his master's shop for runeforging and traveling caravans in his youth. He didn't speak much, only a few polite words to the people who showed interest in him, but it felt nice to be again in a place where people did show interest in newcomers.

Starfall wasn't small, but it had the same sort of village feel he'd grown up in, the same sort of everyone-knows-everyone connections and shared work mentality. It was new to be introduced as a fully-fledged craftsman and he couldn't help the first flush of pride at meeting people who would never know the boy he'd spent his life as, only the man he was becoming.

The sign over the door of the shop they arrived at eventually wasn't in a language he could read, unless it was just a name. He had used his own name, if only his surname, for his shop so he wouldn't have thought it odd were that the case. When the door popped open he did not startle but he was startled when he had to look down at the tiny, well, not tiny, but small woman who greeted Kala and ushered them inside. All the folk who worked forges that he'd ever met were large, men and women alike. But, of course, he knew that dwarves and other races shorter than humans produced excellent smiths of various kinds. It was a mark of his sheltered upbringing that it seemed odd at all and he was self-aware enough to realize it.

The forge felt, as all forges did, like home to the young runesmith, only, somehow, more so. As though it had held its purpose so long the space itself knew what it was and was not only comfortable with it, but settled in its ways. When he was introduced to the denizen of the workspace he bowed with no hint of anything but respect and said,

"Mistress Gavina." When she spoke, gruffly, he relaxed farther, and when she 'threatened' to put them to work he began grinning. His scarf had been shed and he was halfway out of his coat by the time Kala protested and it was an effort not to laugh at the surprise he'd never seen on her before. When he was down to just his shirt he hesitated before leaving it on. It was one of his nicer ones but it felt weird to show so much skin around an elderly woman and a very young one. When directed he took a set of leathers off the wall, not at all bothered by the dark stains that permeated them and waited to be given leave to touch or work with anything else.

Posted: **Fri Oct 01, 2021 12:20 am**

To her credit, Kala didn't protest.

She took off her heavier outerwear and donned a light set of leather protective gear. Of course, she had always been curious about runeforging, but she and her brothers had been steered toward the Cardinal Runes and magical disciplines that seemed most auspicious given their childhood temperaments and the wisdom of their elders. Scrivening had made sense given she knew she would likely go to Kalzasi one day. Parchment and quills were easy to come by in the city; an aether forge was not. But she had hoped Feada would still be alive whenever she returned to Starfall, both because she enjoyed the woman and she wanted to learn from her.

The Atelier was an old forge. Everything had a sense of age to it, though the forge and the tools were clearly masterfully made and well maintained. Those things necessary to smithing were all clearly in use; those parts particular to runeforging seemed to see less traffic. Kala had explained that none of her apprentices had shown quite her level of talent.

The dwarf gave them a full tour, even into the room with the simple kitchen where some of the other apprentices were enjoying a bit of food and rest. Everyone except Feada showed interest in Torin, though there was none of the distrust one saw from villagers on the main roads. Back in the runeforging area, though, Mistress Gavina took a seat stiffly. She was clearly feeling her age.

"Well, make me some viscerite first," she said. "I don't have the energy for all of the basic work." She waved a hand, as sure in her authority here as Lady Akshara. Everything and more that Torin could need to craft wonders were here, but this Master Runeforger—or so Kala called her—wanted him to do the most basic of chores.

"Mistress," Kala protested, though she spoke a bit more formally to Feada when among her work, "I wouldn't know where to begin and Master Torin has come all this way—"

"And he will teach you how to make viscerite," Feada interrupted. "I want to take his measure, and you learn a lot from watching someone teach. You also don't truly learn a thing until you've taught it. And I want to see how they're teaching it in Kalzasi these days. I'll never turn down the opportunity to learn another way."

Kala paused, then looked to Torin dubiously. It wasn't that she didn't trust him to teach her; but rather she hadn't anticipated Feada would put him to work and not doing something he would learn from.

Posted: **Thu Oct 07, 2021 9:16 pm**

Torin towered over both the women, physically overawing them as they each overawed him in their own way. The ancient runesmith was, to the much younger one, like a library of secret information, a trove of knowledge to be delved, but ever so carefully least one lose the right. The younger woman had awed him since the moment he'd met her with her poise, quiet intelligence, and wisdom. Her presence was something soothing and inspiring at once and she was the only woman Torin had ever felt comfortable with.

Attempting to calm his excitement the boy opened himself to the sense of the forge, the place as a whole, and the instrument itself. He felt the age to it, not like an elderly person grew frail, nor even the knowing age of Mistress Feada. It felt ancient like mountains did, the air tasted of old magic and iron, his hands flexed as though he could feel the power emanating from the tools surrounding him. He pushed his sense out to greet them, to introduce himself, to make his courtesies and be known. There would not be time to know them as he knew his own tools at home, but he could at least be polite while he was in their domain. It was Mistress Feada's forge, but it was also its own in a way he wouldn't have been able to articulate.

Much like the working space of his first master, blacksmithing seemed to be the more common activity, as he imagined was true in most working communities. Magic could change the tide of a battle, but battles were less common than the need for horses to be shod and pots to be mended. The tour was comfortable, like being introduced to the extended family of people you already know well. He did not touch anything, but kept his senses open to greet and process wherever he could.

When he was shown into the room with the other apprentices he bowed politely, but as he would to an equal. He wasn't an apprentice anymore, but nor had he actually began work as a full runesmith himself yet. He was an in-between and, having never tried to be independent before he felt most comfortable with what he knew.

When he was given an order he glanced around, familiarizing himself with the place of everything. It all made sense, like the best forges, there was a flow to everything. He stepped away and began pulling tools before he realized the order had been intended for Kala. When he realized he was supposed to teach, he actually relaxed from the sense of nervousness he'd been feeling. Having someone watch his every move made him jumpy, but teaching, and teaching while being watched by a better teacher, these were things he'd done for the entire last year. When Kala joined him he began describing the process as a whole. He gave her the tools they would use, had her hold them, had her examine the set of small, flawed dragonshards he chose, explaining how to draw the aether out in the same plain language he used with the youngest apprentices back at the forge in Kalzasi.

As they began to work he explained to Mistress Feada that most of his education had taken place in a rural village fifty miles from the city and that he wasn't sure how they taught the basics in Kalzasi. His until-recently master hadn't seemed to think Torin's teaching needed correction so it was probably similar, but Torin didn't want the woman to gain information that might prove false if she intended to use it to gain new apprentices.

While Kala seemed not to have expected the test, to Torin it was normal. Craftspeople proved themselves to each other when they were new. This was the elderly dwarf's domain, she had no need to prove herself in it. Over the next hours, he walked Kala through the steps, working the first stone through the entire process for her to watch and ask questions before standing behind her and leading her carefully through the whole thing again with her holding the tools. Sometimes his large hands closed over her tiny ones so she could feel the motions when they required finesse, taking her through them several times before staying close but letting her own muscles take control. When she was doing it correctly he let her finish. His own work had been easy, thoughtlessly so, but his teaching was as thoughtful as he was himself.

The aether Kala finally formed into a tiny ingot was smaller and less refined than Torin's but he was much prouder of it. He beamed down at the tiny thing being laid onto the runeforger's bench by the diminutive woman. He'd never been trusted to teach the fundamentals of runeforging, the master of the forge had always wanted to do that himself to gauge the usefulness of the apprentice in question and it felt, in an almost embarrassingly joyful way, as though he had helped Kala bring forth new life. He did not speak, letting the expression on his sweat-slick face be praise and congratulations together.

Posted: **Fri Oct 08, 2021 11:11 pm**

Feada watched silently as the younger runeforger taught Kala how to make viscerite. The woman had inscribed Semblance upon the young lady, and guided her through her threshold sickness and taught her how to work with the magic like any skill. She still hoped to survive long enough for Kala to return and take up an apprenticeship with her. Aquilios might have the Avialae body to smack metal into different shapes, but Kala had the vision to craft things. She saw it in how the girl saw the world and even in how she scrived. At least she could oversee some basic instruction now and consider it an investment in a future apprentice.

Torin focused on the task at hand: the work and the student. That was good. Feada wouldn't have been impressed if he kept checking to see how she was reacting to the process. The work was the important thing.

For her part, Kala was observant and obedient. She asked pertinent questions, took corrections without complaint, and watched everything they did through the lens of her Semblance. While her attention was entirely on Torin and the work, she was aware of Feada's gaze as well as those of the other apprentices as they wandered back into the forge. She didn't look and she didn't even really notice the sounds they made, but their presence affected the aether, and that she could sense acutely.

She got her hands dirty, metaphorically speaking. In the end, she looked between their ingots. She could sense that his was purer, but hers was, which was a small miracle in itself.

"Thank you, Master Kilvin," she said, cheeks flushed with excitement.

Feada was already motioning to her apprentices to get back to work. One of them took the freshly forged viscerite from them to be put to use.

At Kala's raised eyebrow, Feada only said, "It won't keep very long. Best put it to use. In the meantime, I'll show you something more complex."

She stood up carefully and waved for them to follow her into a smaller room whose walls, floor, and ceiling were scrived. Kala's mouth opened and her eyes went wide as she craned her neck to follow patterns that were barely comprehensible to her. All the normal parts of a runeforger's kit were set up here, but they fit into the schema of the scrived patterns, which kept the aether in the room strictly regulated. The dwarf ushered Torin over to the aether forge and pointed to one of the aura glass panels so he could see the low-energy, intricate work going on inside.

Whatever Feada was creating, it would be a masterwork. He could tell that much. The forge contained several distinct types of energy, directed like bright threads into a weave of magic.

"Not the most powerful of works," she admitted, "but one of my more delicate. Problem is I have talented smiths aplenty, but not enough with the knack for runeforging. So I have to do it ever so slowly, maintaining the reactions in balance. I could do it faster if I had more people to keep eyes on it, but no use wishing. This is my workaround."

Posted: **Thu Oct 14, 2021 10:35 pm**

The sounds and background sight of the other apprentices moving back into the room and taking up their own work only served to relax Torin further until the work was complete and he could look around for a moment. As the mistress of the forge spoke with Kala he took note of what the others were working on, everything from horseshoes to armor. The daily needs of a castle town. Some of it was familiar to him from the conversations he and Kala had had detailing those needs, some just made sense. There would be no need for her to order blacksmithing goods from as far as Kalzasi with all these skilled hands directly in Starfall.

Once they moved into Feada's runeforge Torin paused on the threshold. He did not have a rune to see the magic of the place but he could feel it, humming beneath his skin, calling to him with a song so much stronger than any of the places he'd worked before. It truly was a song, one that, could he actually hear it, would have been a chorus rising toward the heavens. Reverently he followed the mistress of the place into her temple. When bidden do so he bent down to peer through the aura glass at what was nestled in the forge, the strands were moving ever so slowly, in a perplexingly complex dance that, though he could not see what it was resolving into, revolved and plunged toward becoming.

"Oh." He said, looking up at Feada and then turning to look again, as though he needed the surety of the Master Runesmith to reassure him before he examined her work more deeply. His mind could not work apart the many-splendored creation enough to understand it, but his heart felt as though it understood. "I could help." He offered before thinking it through at all.

"I mean..." He stammered, standing back up and turning to Feada, "I don't even know what you're making, but I could tend the forge, keep an eye on it while you rested if you wanted to work faster. I'll only be here for a few days but, if it would help, I would be honored."

Posted: **Sat Oct 16, 2021 5:56 pm**

Feada seemed to gauge Torin for a moment before slowly nodding.

"Aye, I suppose you could help at that." To Kala, "I'm sure your Lady Mother has plans for the boy. Send word when I can expect an extra set of hands."

Kala nodded, glad Torin would get a chance to be a part of great things. "I will be sure to do so, Mistress." She paused, still meek in the master artisan's domain. "Would it be all right if I came along and practiced making viscerite?"

It was a new skill and she was excited by it. But it also, if she achieved some level of mastery over one particular skill within runeforging, it would be something she could do when Torin was overwhelmed with work. From what she gathered, Timon wasn't going to end up as a master craftsman, so Torin might actually need the help until he had an apprentice on track to become a blacksmith or runeforger rather than the businessperson behind it all.

"Aye, I suppose you could help with that," she said, almost repeating what she had said of Torin. Kala beamed. Torin hardly knew the woman, but Kala knew the begrudging manner was mostly an act. Feada wasn't an abusive master, but she definitely wanted to put a little fear in her apprentices because they would be working with powerful forces and dangerous tools.

"Thank you."

Feada grunted and pushed on Torin's hip. "Now look through the next panel. The more you see today, the more you can start thinking about before you come in to work. And we're going to have to talk about how you work. If you're going to be supplying Starfall, I'm going to need to know some things. Kala's a decent scrivener, but you should learn it on your own. Especially if you want to set up your forge at all like this..." She waved her hand at the complex array of scrived sigils and lines that gave her near-absolute control over the environment in which she created.

Kala just smiled, hoping Torin didn't take the curmudgeonly demeanor the wrong way and looked through the abandoned aura glass panel, wondering how much she might understand of what she saw while Feada showed off to the young runeforger who, it seemed, had earned a bit of credibility with the dwarf.

Posted: **Sat Oct 23, 2021 4:04 pm**

The idea that the elder Lady Leokos had plans for Torin surprised him and made him uncomfortable like a startled forest creature. His eyes darted between the two women there with him as if he might see on their faces what uses a high Lady might have for him.

Pulled back into the conversation Torin said,

"I could keep an eye on Lady Kala while I tend the forge, if it would please you." He too was meek around the master, it felt right. He had been a very fond version of meek with his first master, but not his second, in either fondness nor meekness. The subservience to greater knowledge felt good in him after a year without. The sudden jostling touch surprised him more than anything yet had. His first master had patted his shoulders, clapped him on the back, nudged at him when he wanted to show something, an ease had existed between them. Torin was suddenly fighting the urge to wail, swallowing it as quickly as he could manage, he bent again to the forge.

Wanting to know his work made perfect sense to Torin, he began to explain the processes he was best with, and the names of the schema creators he was most familiar with. He was good with schema, could learn the notations and individual oddities of a new schema creator quickly, but that did not mean he already knew them all. He had all the old master's ways memorized, something that had come from the books he'd been able to obtain in the capitol. His first master had not been wrong when he'd insisted Torin needed more education than he could get in a village. The notations used by any runesmith were like a miniature language of their own. There were similarities between those of masters from specific times, and indeed certain symbols and placings were considered standard now, but even Torin's own new schemas had things in them that only he understood. He supposed if he ever had a real runesmith apprentice he would have to teach them. It might be easier just to write down what his method was so anyone could read it, hmm.

"I most often have worked with the schema of Master Revan, but I've memorized the notations of all the twelve." The twelve were a group considered to encompass all the major techniques of a runesmithing. They were from different eras, and there were lesser techniques that were newer or simply used rarely that weren't included in their methods, some of which Torin was also familiar with. Faeda wasn't wrong, learning Scrivening would be useful, but Torin had been hoping he might hire Sivan to do what Scrive work he needed done. Kala herself had helped immensely in crafting his runeforging tools. Between the two he'd hoped to avoid starting his life as a craftsman in his own right by becoming an apprentice again. He supposed he could take lessons from both but his time was already beginning to feel full. Rather than argue with the good advice, or make excuses, he only nodded to her words, acknowledging them without agreeing to anything specific.

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