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The man gestured to follow him and disappeared into the room he’d come from not so long ago. Brandon couldn’t resist the beckoning, though he had no idea what was going to happen when he did or what this had to do with the answer on his questions he still had to receive. The bat’s curiosity to know exactly what was beyond the dark hole of the doorstep was what drew him closer, until he entered an entirely different chamber. The crackling sound of fire was louder here, and the sound of hammer crashing down on metal filled the air, and so did the thick smoke. Breathing here was harder, and the visibility was more limited, even dimming the orange glow of fire.
Said fire danced in a hearth-like structure, with some kind of pedestal standing in front of it where a female of small stature was busy raining her hammer down on a bar of red-hot metal. She stopped her activities momentarily to send a curious look into the pair’s direction and got back to work, shattering the short near-silence with her hammering. The bat noted one of her arms shone metallic in the light of the flames. Was she blessed as well?
Now he had been lead to a smaller exemplar of the hearth structure, flames casing their light and warmth within, leaving via the small opening at the front. Bran frowned, what was the guy planning? Would he show off his superior craftsman’s skills? As the man picked up a piece of metal, the bat thought that was it, but then he noticed he wasn’t using a tool to place it in the fire, instead his black arm went into the opening, food for the hungry fire. The thief expected him to drop the metal, pulling his arm away as fast as possible while screaming like a pig being slaughtered, but none of that happened.
The man just withdrew his hand casually, as if the fire wasn’t hot at all, as if it could him no harm. Maybe he just didn’t feel pain with that arm? No, there was no damage, burn wounds on his arm, it was the same like before he’d pulled that trick. Brandon’s orbs almost popped out of his sockets of surprise and he let out a low whistle. “Awesome~!” he exclaimed.
Then an explanation followed, describing the process their arms went through, from birth to maturity and that it was a gift like his shifting abilities, except that those weren’t given to his race by one or other god or goddess. Well, that was too bad. After seeing what such arm could be used for, he had hoped he could acquire on for himself, but that didn’t seem possible. A shame, a true shame. But, proud as he was, he was able to get over it instantly, his shifting was more special than an arm anyways, and he was sure that that limb had its flaws as well.
Brandon,” he replied to Halon’s introduction “Brandon Of The Black Wings.”
Halon reached out to the metal engulfed by blazing flames which creaked and hissed angrily when he stole the metal from their grasp. Even the second time Bran was amazed by the ease of which the blacksmith did that. Admitted, a fireproof arm was quite astonishing on it’s own, he couldn’t deny that it was a spectacular sight to behold. And then the smith just started molding the metal as if it were clay, gently and occasionally violently reshaping it to his desires. Impressive and impossible, yet it was done right if front of his eyes.
After a while the man just started beating the sparks out of the basic shape he had created with a hammer and told the bat some more about his arm. Resistant to mundane harm? Interesting, but it had to have its limits, no power was limitless, he just had to find them by asking. “So you can’t get cut by a sword or knife? And if it’s a magecrafted blade that can cut anything? Oh! Or another Isur’s arm? Could that harm you? Or, or…” the bat’s mouth enthusiastically fired more and more questions the Isur’s way getting more and more excited. It was a game, the game of ‘find the weakness’. “Or a rock? Could a rock crush your arm if it were to fall down on it? By the way, doesn’t your arm attract lightening bolts? It’s metallic right? Metallic things usually attract lightening.” He paused to fill his lungs with air, and to give his conversation partner the time to reply.
“Also, does using your arm has side effects? Like tiring you? Or straining your muscles or something? Or can you just keep putting your arm in flames for as long as you please, as many times you want? Or shape metal as much as you want? There has to be something that limits the usage, right?”
Said fire danced in a hearth-like structure, with some kind of pedestal standing in front of it where a female of small stature was busy raining her hammer down on a bar of red-hot metal. She stopped her activities momentarily to send a curious look into the pair’s direction and got back to work, shattering the short near-silence with her hammering. The bat noted one of her arms shone metallic in the light of the flames. Was she blessed as well?
Now he had been lead to a smaller exemplar of the hearth structure, flames casing their light and warmth within, leaving via the small opening at the front. Bran frowned, what was the guy planning? Would he show off his superior craftsman’s skills? As the man picked up a piece of metal, the bat thought that was it, but then he noticed he wasn’t using a tool to place it in the fire, instead his black arm went into the opening, food for the hungry fire. The thief expected him to drop the metal, pulling his arm away as fast as possible while screaming like a pig being slaughtered, but none of that happened.
The man just withdrew his hand casually, as if the fire wasn’t hot at all, as if it could him no harm. Maybe he just didn’t feel pain with that arm? No, there was no damage, burn wounds on his arm, it was the same like before he’d pulled that trick. Brandon’s orbs almost popped out of his sockets of surprise and he let out a low whistle. “Awesome~!” he exclaimed.
Then an explanation followed, describing the process their arms went through, from birth to maturity and that it was a gift like his shifting abilities, except that those weren’t given to his race by one or other god or goddess. Well, that was too bad. After seeing what such arm could be used for, he had hoped he could acquire on for himself, but that didn’t seem possible. A shame, a true shame. But, proud as he was, he was able to get over it instantly, his shifting was more special than an arm anyways, and he was sure that that limb had its flaws as well.
Brandon,” he replied to Halon’s introduction “Brandon Of The Black Wings.”
Halon reached out to the metal engulfed by blazing flames which creaked and hissed angrily when he stole the metal from their grasp. Even the second time Bran was amazed by the ease of which the blacksmith did that. Admitted, a fireproof arm was quite astonishing on it’s own, he couldn’t deny that it was a spectacular sight to behold. And then the smith just started molding the metal as if it were clay, gently and occasionally violently reshaping it to his desires. Impressive and impossible, yet it was done right if front of his eyes.
After a while the man just started beating the sparks out of the basic shape he had created with a hammer and told the bat some more about his arm. Resistant to mundane harm? Interesting, but it had to have its limits, no power was limitless, he just had to find them by asking. “So you can’t get cut by a sword or knife? And if it’s a magecrafted blade that can cut anything? Oh! Or another Isur’s arm? Could that harm you? Or, or…” the bat’s mouth enthusiastically fired more and more questions the Isur’s way getting more and more excited. It was a game, the game of ‘find the weakness’. “Or a rock? Could a rock crush your arm if it were to fall down on it? By the way, doesn’t your arm attract lightening bolts? It’s metallic right? Metallic things usually attract lightening.” He paused to fill his lungs with air, and to give his conversation partner the time to reply.
“Also, does using your arm has side effects? Like tiring you? Or straining your muscles or something? Or can you just keep putting your arm in flames for as long as you please, as many times you want? Or shape metal as much as you want? There has to be something that limits the usage, right?”
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credit goes to Euthisa
