A week later, Wedan, Hoen, Orry, and other blacksmiths in the adjacent workshops fell into a trance as a subtle but piercing lody found its way through the walls and through the doors. Forging the wood on his underworldly anvil, the singing blacksmith was surrounded by an orchestra of instrunts.
Floating in the air and playing themselves they were accompanying his demonic patter with hypnotic tunes. Mouth agape and her eyes widened in shock, Sivri witnessed such a scene for the first ti. She swallowed at the sight, and old habit from when she still had a mortal body.
She had thought she had seen the extent of his capabilities when he forged the Armor of Lunacy, but this was on a whole nother scale, as even her chanic heart couldn't help but race. It was as if she could feel the presence of a demon god stroking across her tallic body.
This was a trendously different style from the way Forgebrand used to work. Even in his later years, when he slowly... The workshop had never seed to have been so filled with madness and chaos that was sohow spun into an unnatural order by the guidance of the voice and the beat of the anvil.
As demonic power shaped dark runes in the air, they were forged into the golden wood, turning it a dark brass color. While the song rose and fell, part of the wood beca darker and darker and slowly gained a distinctive shape. A corpus resembling a mix of lute and violin but bigger than either and so dark it resembled the night, only a dim golden sheen reminding of the stars. The next was a wheel so black it seed to swallow all light.
Smaller parts followed, keeping a brighter gold. A crank, golden keys, stringholders, tuning pegs and other parts the golden dwarf could not identify, She had learned a little, watching over the past days, but not a lot.
The concert of creation went on for hours, with Sivri unable to take her eyes off the anvil and the parts that slowly accumulated on the workbench beside it. She shuddered when the instrunts in the air, one by one stopped playing and sank to the ground. The play ca to an end. The last to fall silent was the blacksmith's voice that had grown to sing with unprecedented power and eerily terrifying beauty.
In the silence that followed, Sivri suddenly felt an unexplained fear. A longing so strong that it felt like her world would break apart at the thought that the music had ended and she may never hear it again. It was just an inexplicable short mont, but it thoroughly shorted the golem's mind. She had just stood aside and listened, and suddenly felt such a disturbing emotion.
While she was confused about her own state, the blacksmith finally put his hamr aside and let out a deep sigh. Only now, that the tension was gone, did it beco clear how tired the craftsman was. He was not just drenched, a small pool of sweat had ford under his feet and he was leaning onto the anvil for support.
" Fuuuu- finally done," he let out a long breath and sat on the floor.
"Are you okay?" Sivri finally ca to it and walked over to ask.
"I'm fine, more or less;" Seth said with a tired look.
The reason this ti's ballad had taken a toll on him, was the nature of his audience. There were a few demons that were known for their music, like Phenex or Amducias, but for a legendary instrunt, Seth had chosen soone special.
Not least because it was necessary to have a noticeable effect on a legendary material with a strong connection to life. The patron he had channeled this ti was the Pale King, Paimon. He was not just one of the strongest order of demons, but also a connoisseur of fine arts and music. The bard had to give his absolute all, even creating an orchestra using was too hard to pluck. A complicated piece of musical equipnt, like the child of a piano and a guitar. Using a wheel to play the strings like the bow of a violin and keys to shorten and lengthen the lody strings.
Oz called it a hurdy-gurdy, or a wheel fiddle. The wheel and keys eliminated any need to pluck the strings himself, keeping the durability of his gloves intact. Being held similar to a guitar, it also wouldn't be hard to play it wearing his full armor.
Not to ntion, that Seth had beco intrigued with its possibilities after testing so of the ones he made to practice beforehand. Especially with the capabilities to add the drone and bourdon strings and trumpets as background to lodies, it was a little like he beca a little solo orchestra.
With all these details, it was obviously a little harder to deal with everything when he wanted to really use everything it was able to. To solve it he could raise his further, but even then, if he wanted to sing, fight, and do other things on to...
The best solution was adding an ego soul, the way Oz and Gleobem were. With an ego, he could leave it to the instrunt itself to tune and play so of the lesser functions in conjunction with him.
As much as he wanted one, even Tano'Mol was unable to get him sothing like the legendary ego soul of a bard. Bard souls in general were rather rare, it seed. Oz was best suited for his lyre and Gleobem didn't deserve to beco the ego of such an instrunt.
This was why intended to do it the sa way as Legion, to use the Basic Automaton Core enchantnt on a soul and have the ego slowly grow over ti. This way the hurdy-gurdy would beco much more attuned to Seth, than using so unfamiliar ego.
Finally, the instrunt was mostly assembled. The bard was now almost down. He just needed to string and tune the hurdy-gurdy and make sure all keys and tangents fit well and worked before creating its soul mirror image to insert.
There were no enchantnts to engrave or poems to etch. The only decorative thing he added to the instrunt after finishing its body was his master mark. In stark contrast to the dark golden sheen of the corpus, it shone with the wood's original golden hue.
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