Balkin looked at the items he had created over the last couple of weeks. He felt drained to the core, like every ounce of his energy had been poured into the magical objects he had forged. His eyelids felt like they had weights on them, and he could no longer feel his feet, had not been able to feel them for the last few days. A numbing sensation started pouring through his hands now, his body punishing him in it's own way for what he had done, how he had pushed himself mentally and physically. He had took his abilities to the limit, could ask for no more from his magical, clerical, and phychological powers. He had crafted items that could turn the tide of any battle they might happen to be involved in, and he knew that many lay ahead of them all. They had all been crafted for three people, in his mind, the three most powerful beings in the realm: Venorik, Kerath, and himself.
The first item he had crafted was a staff for himself, the item that took the biggest toll on his due to the connection that one such as himself has with his staff. It would be the conduit of all his magical abilities, would amplify their intensity, and would hold and organize all of his spell components to his will. It had been made of pure mithril, and had the orb he had stolen on his trip to the surface as a topper, but he had but a changing spell of disguise on it, where as the staff now looked and felt like a curving wooden staff, and the orb into a wooden carved skull. He couldn't even remember all of the enchantments he had put on it, but anybody, magic user or not, would be able to feel the raw energy emenating from the powerful object.
The second things, or more, things, he had crafted were three rings, Yeneth, Enkyz, and Lioth. All three would shoot out streams of fire upon a command word from their master, and he had made them to have a special connection with the person who would weild them. The intensity of the infernal blasts would be determined by the intensity of the command. The rings would read the emotion behind the command, and attack accordingly. He had made Yeneth for Venorik. The ring had two upward curves coming from the ring on the top, looking like a set of horns. Enkyz had been made for Kerath, with a spike on the top, and Lioth he had made for himself, with downward curves coming from the top. They were all enchanted to be virtually indestructable.
The next items he had made were two weapons for Venorik, both ball and chains. The first, Pentor, name so because of a pentagram on the bottom of the hilt, and the second, arachnor, no so because of the spider emblem of the bottom of the hilt. They both had the symbol of Vharzyym carved on them in the center. The spiked on the balls were also poison tipped, an enchantment he had put on them so the poison would never wear off. He had made two magical pockets to put them in, a time/space pocket, to where they would not be with him until he pulled them out of the pockets.
The items he had crafted after that were two swords of fire. He had made them for Venorik and Kerath, and were what he considered the most visually stunning objects he had ever made. They were mithril hilts, with ridged center grips, and Venorik's, Feten, had curved horns similar to his ring where the blade emits from, and Kerath's, Firon, had two spikes where the blade emits from. The blades themselves were of concentrated fire, giving off no heat or extra light. The blades were perfectly straight, and powerful enough to cut through walls and armor, and to make clean kills. No blood would come from a wound inflicted by these weapons, for the wounds would be burned close by the time the blade was done cutting through.
One of the other items he had forged was a necklace for Kerath, with a pendant of the the symbol of Vharzyym. Upon the activation word, "alach", a forcefield of red webbing would surround whoever is wearing it, able to nullify pretty much anything anybody could launch his way,was as strong as a brick wall, and had the object stick for a second, but it's power was able to be drained, and could only be used so much a day, depending on how long it is used for and how much it deflects. He hadn't made a name for it yet, and decided that it would be Kerath's choice whether to name it or not.
The last items he had crafted were invisible daggers for Kerath. He had made ten of them, perfectly balanced, and enchanted to be virtually indestructable. They would return to their places on the belt he had made for them upon their weilder's will. He couldn't wait to see the the look on the victims face and those of the people around him when they are used.
He was more proud of the items, mostly weapons, than enything else he could remember being proud of. He could only imagine how much they would be worth, especially after they are seen with the people who will control them. The sight of them would strike fear into anyone who was not allied with Vharzyym, and that fact made him smile as he fell to the ground where he stood, in the deepest slumber he had ever known.
