Balkin walked through the village, his emotions already having been played out, leaving him in his usual thinking mood. He acceped the fact that he was now in the dread army, was excited that he could now spread chaos with his brother, and hopefully Venorik's friend, who he had noticed was very close to him. He had things to do now though. He had things he had plan on doing before he had gotten the solid information about Venorik being on the surface. First, he looked forward to making his staff, and the orb he had obtained on his trip to the dark mage village seemed to be the perfect top to it, after seeing it's display of power against the demon that was obviously with his brother. Then, he had another projectin mind. He had planned on making one for himself for quite some time, but figured he could make two more as gifts for his new counterparts. His eyes searched the streets for a room, but then decided to use one of his simple spellsto raise a magical, one roomed building to stayin directly outside the village.
After half an hour of chanting, the residence appeared. Without hesitation,he walked in and started more chanting, raising his magical forge. He had lot of work ahead of him, and it gave no room for delays. The final ingredient,a blue colored organ,was tossed into the center of the room, bringing sparks from the ballof energy that had formed there. It shifted and molted,finally solidifying into his magical forge. He tossed his weapons and everything else he carried with him to the cornerrof the room, leaving nothing on him but his red robes and a bag of objects, the ingredients he would needto forge this most powerful weapon that he so clearly saw in his mind. He produced a small, foot long rod of mithril from the bag and threw it in the green flames of his forge, then started his hands and fingers in the fluid motions of spellcasting,following by a rising chant to Lolth,the goddess of chaos, the spider queen.
"Gi zhennu ilhar, gi ilhar d' streea. Dos ph' l' jabbuk d' elg'cahl,dos ph' l' renor yah, dos ph' l' orbb vel'dos da'uren kri'sha l' tresk'ri, dos ph' l' jabbuk vel'uss miren l' slyannen. Usstan,dosst dalhar, usstan tlun dosst jesshc,usstan tlun l' rothe d' dosst orn, usstan tlun l' nau'shindcal d' dosst ha'uren, usstan tlun dosst ssivah, usstan, vel'uss ssinssrigg dos phor jal byrren, joros dos ulu ptau'a ussta lar biu ssinssrine. Usstan gultah dos l' vesdrac usstan inbal plynnet, lu' nindyn usstan zhal plynn, dalharuken lu' dalharilen d' nindyn vel'uss chi' udossa, vel'uss venoch udossa, vel'uss thrityh udossta elamshin. Plynn dal mina vel'bol zhah nint lu' belbau ulu uns'aa vel'bol zhah udosst.
Balkin pulls an ingredient, a shining blue gem,from the bag, and throws it in the fires of the forge. Sweat beads down his face, but he continues his chanting. It had only just begun.
" FAERIE BENE TELLEMARA! FAERIE BENE TELLEMARA!"
His arms wave around frantically, fingers swaying wildly, constantly throwing magical energies into the forge. Sparks and pops spray from the fires, which had now turned violently silver. The initial formation was almost done, and his dark staff's form was almost complete. With what felt like the last of his energy,he pulled the final forming ingredients from the bag. The largest, hollowed out surface elf skull,was to be the vessel to the solidifying magic. He slowly placed the other objects inside, sweat pouring from the abuse of his magical talents and from the constant shower of magical sparks and flames emenating from the forge. One by one, the skull became filled. The heart of a dwarf, the eye of a human, the finger of a gnome, and , by far the hardest to come by, the nipple of a priestess of Eilestree, the goodly god of drow traiterous to their heritage. With a smirk wrought of knowledge of the power he will soon control, Balkin tosses the filled skull in the flames.
" FO F'EL, AZ-RA-EL!"
A bright, blinding light bursts from the forge, moving straight through the magical walls and into the open air, visible to any who would look. A sound unable to be heard by mortal ears shrieked toward the heavens and hells. Abadon had been born.
