| *A page from near the center of the withered notebook. The script is written in common Drow runic letters.*
Faeryl found a blacksmith for me.. He was human.. but he was also trustworthy, though it really wouldn't matter.. If we founda doubt in him, we would have just killed him. Lucky for him, we trusted him enough.
The process was amazing.. after the energies were released from the blackrock it attached to the closest and magical thing.. The heated blade. Wonderful! After cooling the blade.. we had to test it. It worked better then I could have dreamed! The blade held the energy, and I was even able to cast through it, throwing the spell as I swung the blade... great!
Though, with this success, I can't tell anyone other then Faeryl.. No one can be trusted. Not even Jhulae.. She fears Vierna and will bend. It is best for us all that I don't mention this again. |