44 Chapter 44

The elven blacksmith sighed, putting down his hammer and looking back up to Aerwyn.

"...What do you need?" The blacksmith asked with a voice full of apathy.

"Is... Is this a bad time? I can come back-"

"Just tell me what you need." The blacksmith interrupted him but it was odd, he didn't seem like he was trying to get rid of him or be rude by it.

"Ok..." Aerwyn jumped down with his pack and emptied the contents on an empty table.

"I have a hundred and seventy five silver, some mana cores, ore, and gems to trade. I need spears made, two meters long with a fifteen centimeter spearhead. How many would you be able to make for all this?" The blacksmith took out an abacus and began taking count of the goods before mouthing out a quiet response.

"...Between forty and forty five."

The elf's expression seemed empty as if all the fire within him had been extinguished. He looked as though he was just going through the motions of life waiting to for the sweet release of death, it made Aerwyn pity him.

"That's a deal then. How long will it take to make? I'm Aerwyn by the way."

"Two weeks." The blacksmith poured Aerwyn's goods into a sack and walked away ending the conversation without ever giving his name.

Aerwyn stood there stunned for a minute and deciding not to press the issue, he left. He said his goodbyes to Nyris who reiterated the warning about his power before leaving Lyr and heading back to Ardin. While they traveled Aerwyn entered the darkness and connected to one of the jakku like he did with Rorik, allowing him to see through its eyes.

The creature squawked the moment the connection was completed as if it had sensed the foreign presence in it's mind. High in the sky, Aerwyn could see endless forest in all directions, the river that ran parallel to Ardin, the mountains to the far north by Setrhyn, and the ocean to the south. It was a pleasant experience and he spent most of the trip back to Ardin looking through the eyes of the jakku.

He wondered if he could use them as scouts but he wasn't sure if his undead could reach out to him the same way he could reach out to them. If the jakku could notify him when they found something of note then that would be the most ideal situation and it would allow him to have eyes all over the forsaken lands.

Disconnecting from the jakku he reached for Rorik's soul string, he hadn't heard from the mangy mutt in a few days and felt like annoying him by testing his theory out with him.

"Rorik, what's going on buddy?" Aerwyn mocked.

"...What do you want human?"

"So grouchy... Anyway i want to test something. After i disconnect from you i want you to try and reach out to me, just like i'm doing now."

"..Fine."

Aerwyn disconnected and sure enough a few moments later Rorik's demonic voice was heard speaking draexich in his mind.

"Rsaz zi'arsuhrph nil suhnu ini'ar"

"You said something rude again didn't you... Whatever, i don't care anymore. Things have changed, come back to Ardin for now. I need to speak with everyone."

Aerwyn arrived at Ardin late in the night and called a meeting in the city square the next morning. In attendance was Rorik, Erit, Teek, Gebb, the hobgoblins and of course his little protectors Rin and Ren. Aerwyn gave them a once over while scratching his head unsure of where to start.

"So i learned something in Lyr and it affects all of you so i thought i should mention it. It just sounds silly saying this out loud... Ahem... There's a chance that i was born a god and there's also a chance the gods may be looking for me even now. The necromancer Nyris..." Aerwyn began explaining all that he learned from Nyris to varying responses.

"...You called me back for this nonsense? If you're a god then i'm the almighty creator." Rorik scoffed.

"Stupid mutt! Your master could be a god, as in you were lucky enough to have been named by a god. Show some appreciation!" Erit cried out, a hint of jealousy in her tone.

"KWEEEE!" Rin joined her side as well.

"INSECT YOU DARE!" Rorik roared back and seeing how things were getting intense Aerwyn intervened.

"Rorik shut up and sit down, that's an order." The flames in Rorik's eyes went wild as if to show his rage. Kabba began jumping around swinging his short sword around in the air.

"Master! Master! Kabba will chop off the puny gods heads if they come to fight!"

"...Very good Kabba but don't jump around with your sword, it's dangerous." Kabba began to sulk and Aerwyn was about to console him but Bon spoke instead.

"M-master, that's not all, right?"

"You're right. While it's still possible that Nyris is wrong about my origins, the threat remains the same whether i was born a god or a mortal. The gods won't abide by our existence once they learn of us, if they haven't already. So we need to grow quickly and for us to do that we're going to need to consume the forsaken races, that's the only way we have any shot at defending ourselves."

"B-but master, the forsaken races are not to be taken lightly."

"I'm aware, we won't be taking them on until we're prepared. Gebb how is the progress with the underground tunnel?"

"We gon' reach da cave in two days mastah."

"Good, when you do notify me. In the meantime, Erit and Rorik take your hunting groups out and get me as many souls and mana crystals as you can. From today onward all named undead should be eating the highest quality mana cores they can each day and when you evolve i'll be naming more. Frakki how's the goblin breeding going?"

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"Great one, they still refuse my words. It's possible that it's due to it not being the goblin mating season but i am not sure."

"I should have asked Nyris about it... It's fine, keep trying for now. Bon come with me, the rest can get back to work."

The group dispersed and Bon followed Aerwyn as he walked to the building holding the goblins that weren't chosen for breeding. The inside of the room was coated in webs keeping the goblins trapped in place. Aerwyn knelt down, igniting the flames on his hands and spreading it to the webs before walking back out and looking to Bon.

"Can you sense which goblins would be able to learn magic like you?"

"I can try master but it is rare for a goblin to be able to control mana outside their body."

Aerwyn closed his eyes entering the darkness and recalling his flames once all the goblins had died. The shock of resurrection hit him as his eyes opened, taking his breath away as uncountable purple tendrils squirmed about on his chest. The pain wasn't awful so once he got passed the initial shock he turned to Bon once more.

"Find all the goblins who can use magic and bring them to me, they'll be the next ones to get named along with the trolls."

"Yes master."

Aerwyn sent the freshly resurrected goblins to Kabba and spent the majority of the day checking up on the progress of the city. It was unfortunate but the wooden walls wouldn't hold up against an army assaulting it, they would put up about as much defense as a wall of paper. He planned to upgrade it in the future but it was looking like that would have to be an expedited project now.

Bon found him just before sunset and with him were two little green goblins in rags.

"These are the only two in the city who have the ability to use magic master."

"Good, you can be... Wait, what are their genders? I don't want to name another female a mans name, i already feel guilty enough with Teek."

"There's a female and a male, master." Aerwyn looked at the two goblins unable to tell the difference before staring at Bon incredulously.

"...Care to elaborate which is which Bon?"

"Ah, my apologies master. This is the male and that's the female." Bon pointed them out and Aerwyn started with the male.

"You can be Jora and you can be Nora."

The goblins seemed pleased with their names, hopping up and down with glee as Aerwyn continued to speak with Bon.

"Begin teaching them, if we have an abundance of mana cores you can feed them some, same goes for the trolls after i name them too."

"I will do as you say master."

After Bon left Aerwyn went and found the trolls. It was late in the night by now and his tired mind wasn't at his best so he named them Mogg, Rogg, and Cogg. Whether they were awful names or not didn't seem to matter to the trolls so Aerwyn patted himself on the back and called it a night.