Minecraft Forums

In a small shop in the royal city, a young blacksmith reads an old, dusty book with the name: "Daegin Flamehammer's Ancient Art of Blacksmithing" Page 62
Demonblades:
Demonblades are blades forged using demonic materials, along with certain... items, to catalyze the process. They are weapons of great power, however, the cost for using them is steep, if it grows too powerful or is forged without using a strong enough catalyst, it shall consume your soul, and turn you into a demon.
Not many mortals have been able to create a Demonblade, but the few who have are hunted down and killed, or worse, grow careless and allow themselves to become a demon. Although only a myth, there are rumours of a man who was able to fuse a Demonblade with an Aetheric blade, thus creating an extremely powerful weapon, but was struck down by the Guardian of the Aether.
Smithing Requirements:
In order to smith a Demonblade, one requires a large amount of dark materials, as well as being able to forge the weapon, as the material it is made of is extremly difficult to melt down and shape. Materials:
A decent amount of Sanguinite
One large blood gem, one medium blood gem, and two small blood gems
Catalysts:
The blood of an Immortal
The soul of an Innocent
A shard of pure darkness
Forging instructions:
The page was blank just below the instructions as well as all the next pages, leaving me no choice but to guess how to create a Demonblade.

A barren battlefield, where the remains of a great battle took place, two men stand in the destruction, about to face off and end their war.
"The demon king, come to claim my life? Well, I should feel honored, if honor were a concept you grasped." I said, one last jest before I was struck down by the demon king know as Herobrine. "You should learn your place, mortal, no one is fit to challenge the Gods." He sneered, to which I brought out a dagger and threw it directly at his chest. He caught it, of course, but it caught him off guard, and gave me just enough time to stab his leg, dancing around, I slashed at his back until he whirled around and hit me with his sword, knocking me on the ground.
I felt a searing pain in my right arm, and examined the wound. It was a deep gash, and the flesh around it was turning grey.. "My blade inflicts any who touch it with a withering curse, very deadly and very difficult to get rid of, but you shall not need to worry about that when you're dead." He said, and readied his sword to finish me. I closed my eyes as he was bringing it up to stab me in the chest. A second passed, and I heard a muffled scream. I opened my eyes, to see that he had been hit by a spell, powerful enough to knock him out. Rattled, I got up and walked, not knowing what direction I was going, just hoping to find a healer before my wound took my life.

In a tall tower, a wizardess with the potential for great strength tries to perfect a spell.
"Why is this happening? I put the shapes in the right order, and the components are perfect, so why is this happening?" I asked my assistant, Grith, a halfling with a small affinity for magic. "M'lady, it appears that you forgot that you might not have enough mana to cast the spell." He replied.
"No, it can't be that, I would feel if it was th-" I paused, and looked at the spell again. "Grith, take this spell down to the deconstructor, I need to make a new one." I said, and handed the physical representation of the spell to Grith, who then ran down the stairs in the middle of the tower. Meanwhile, I started writing the spell again, and removed what was causing the problem. A small modification, one that caused the spell to not function properly. I removed it, and constructed the spell again.
Walking toward a window, I noticed, far off, two figures, one on the ground and the other readying his sword to stab the other, I didn't hesitate, and cast the spell, partially to test it, partially to stop the man's death.

The Blacksmith

There was a burning hot sensation all around me, and my eyes opened to see the Nether, even though I hadn't been here just moments ago. How dare he trespass upon our Lord's land! He is surely a fool. Be him a fool or not, he is here for a reason. And what reason would that be, so that he may be struck down? Nay, he interests the Lord, we shall bring the boy to him. And if he escapes? Nothing can escape our Lord, not forever, anyway.

I awoke, leaning on the anvil, the furnace still warm with fire. A dream, just a dream. I assured myself, but something felt... off. It was a dream, right? There's no way that was real. Yet the more I said it wasn't real, the more real it seemed to be. It wasn't a dream, was it? I asked myself, and started feeling dread. Those voices... Their 'Lord' wanted me... No, it couldn't be, it can't be possible, but if it was... I took a deep breath, and whispered, "Herobrine." Herobrine wants me, but for what reason? I asked myself again, but this time it was my hand that told the answer, for clutched inside of it was a crimson longsword, and the realization came to me. A Demonblade... I... I created one... but... why? My sense of dread was growing, and I walked shakily towards the stairs, up where the living quarters were, taking glimpses of the armor stands and sword pedestals in the aisles, every single one of them seeming to stare. The fire in the forge popped, and I rushed upstairs, and turned to the second door on the left, where my father, and only parent, slept.
I opened the door, and whispered, "Father?" And then I saw. My father was laying in a pool of blood. My knees buckled, and I was barely able to put my hands forward to break my fall. Nearly blinded by tears, I crawled slowly to my father's side. "What... what have I done?" I asked myself, for I knew I was the one who murdered him. Why... why did I do this? What drove me to do this? What... I thought, and realized the answer was obvious. The Demonblade... why did I make it? And no answers came, and I sat there for the rest of the night.

The next day

I awoke early in the morning, feeling like crap. I sat up, and saw a small area in the pool of blood before me, where I assumed my forehead had rested while I was asleep. Getting up, I looked down at the blood pool, to see the spot where my father once lied, to see his body gone. The Valkyries took him. I hope. But I knew that even if they had his body, it would only be an empty shell, for his soul was forged into the Demonblade.
The Demonblade! I had forgotten about it, and it was in plain sight downstairs. I went into the bathroom to clean myself up, and rushed downstairs, picking it up from the spot I had left it, near the anvil, and searched desperately for somewhere to hide it, as people would soon walk the streets. There! I spotted an old cabinet full of fabric sheets, I opened it, and took a sheet, wrapping the blade in it, cursing as the fabric tore in multiple places from the blade, and noticed something I hadn't before. There were extremely faint runes on the blade, I struggled to read them, I knew the language, but the writing was too faint to read very well, but eventually I made it out. Bloodoath. The name of it? I continued wrapping it and when I was done I shoved it in the cabinet. Letting out a relieved breath, someone started knocking on the door. I closed the cabinet, and walked over to the door, to find someone who had placed an order.
"I would presume my sword is finished, otherwise I will tell everyone how shoddy a craftsman you are." He said with an expression that said I-hate-you-and-will-get-rid-of-you-the-first-chance-I-get. I looked at him, and said "It was done two days ago, I was wondering when you would show up to get it." "Well then, what are you doing, boy? Give it to me then!" He said loudly, and I led him to the counter, and ducked down to grab the correct sword from the few that were down here, and brought it up. "Here it is, steel shortsword, extra long handle with extended guard." I said, and lay it on the counter. He picked it up, and to my annoyance, said angrily, "This is a terrible sword! It couldn't eve, cut through paper!" I grabbed the hilt out of his hand, and stabbed it straight into a solid portion of the counter. It was buried up to the hilt. "If you say my work is shoddy again, you'll become my next test dummy, and the last one didn't last long!" I shouted, and pointed to a large log anchored to the floor, multiple small daggers impaled into it, and the top half completely cut off. He placed a gold piece on the counter, took the sword, and left.

The Warrior:


The wastelands, the only thing surrounding me were the wastelands, miles upon miles of sand and dried dirt, caused by hundreds of years of sunlight beating down on it. There was nothing living other than me as far as the eye could see, and my wound wasn't getting any better. "Water... I have to find wa..." I broke into a coughing fit, my dry throat making the experience much more painful.

I looked up only to have the sun flash into my eyes, blinding me for a moment. So, this is where I die isn't it? This is the end. I fell to the ground, unable to stand anymore. I took one more look around, nothing else but sand and a wagon coming my way... A wagon! I managed to get up onto my knees, and tried to wave my arms, but fell over without the extra support. Did they see me?

A few minutes later, just as I was falling into unconciousness, the wagon stopped just a few feet from me. I'm saved! I thought, as a man walked over to me. "He'll make a fine slave once we get him cleaned up and fed." He said. "No..." I said weakly, and fell asleep.

All I could hear was wheels, turning and turning, two, four, ten, twenty..... too many to count. A slave caravan. My throat wasn't nearly as parched, but I was gagged and bound, not able to move or see. "Ey, Slasher, go check on that guy, his wound might need to be redressed." I heard faintly, and footsteps came from the front of the wagon, coming towards me. I felt pressure on my arm, near where the wound was, and became aware of a bandage being unwrapped. Soon after, I felt something wet on my arm, and the bandage was rewrapped.

"Mmph!" I said, bringing the attention of Slasher to me. "Hey boss, he's awake." He said, and a voice came in response, "Then put him back to sleep!" I heard the sound of something metal being drawn, scraping against more metal. I had limited control of my arms and legs, to make matters worse my hands were behind my back, but this might be the only chance I got. "Nighty night!" he said, and I positioned my hands were my head had been, and felt a sharp rush of pain, and it felt like my hand had been broken, but I had accomplished my goal, the fabric binding my hands was weakened, and I broke free of it, unbinding my eyes the moment after, and felt my chest getting beaten. I grabbed the mace he had been beating me with, and threw it at his head, dazing him, before untying my feet and mouth.

"Slasher! What's happening back there!" The person steering the wagon said, and I took a moment to take in my surroundings. I was under a canopy, but behind the wagon I was on I could see many more, filled with slaves taken without their consent. "Hey old man! That hurt you know!" Slasher said, right before charging at me. I stepped to the side, and he ran right out of the wagon. I headed to the front of the wagon, and strangled the driver, causing the horses pulling us to lose control. I searched his pockets for anything useful, and grabbed something round and metallic. A golden apple. I took a bite before jumping off the wagon, hardly feeling a thing when I hit the ground, and ran, towards a tower that reached high into the sky. The Royal Capital.

The Mage:

"M'lady." I barely heard it, and kept reading. "M'lady." This time it was accompanied by a poke. "Oh, sorry Grith, this book is really interesting, what is it?" "There's someone coming, and the monsters are ignoring him." He told me. "Where?" I asked, but was answered by an explosion instead. I put on my battlemage armor, and grabbed my spellbook right before a strange figure came up the stairs, followed by a horde of zombies and skeletons.

"Hello, Minerva's daughter, it's time for me to kill you." It said in a demonic voice, and blasted lightning at me, I dodged, and jumped out of the window on the side of my tower, casting a rune spell on it before casting flight, and cast a fireball spell into my tower, burning everything inside, yet it came flying out. "Perhaps I should introduce myself, I'm Klejinklen, third of Herobrine's elite. You can call me Klej for the brief moments you have before you die." Klej said, and cast more lightning. I dove out of range, before coming up behind him and tagging him with a gravity well/entangle spell, causing him to plummet to the ground.

I had already cast a starstrike/blizzard spell, but he teleported and cast his own gravity spell, causing me to fall to the ground, and he rushed towards me, but he was intercepted my the starstrike I had cast moments before. He recovered quickly, I cast another spell at him, but he had sent some sort of red energy ball at me. Our spells hit eachother at the same time, and he was banished to the Nether, but my victory was not without cost, his spell hit me, and my spellbook was gone in an instant, and I had nothing to defend myself with. I looked back at my tower, only to see it nearly destroyed, an army of monsters surrounding it, burning it down to the ground. The only place I knew nearby that was safe was the Royal Capital, and I looked around a bit until I saw the top of it's spire, and ran towards it.

The Blacksmith

It was a nice, warm afternoon and I was walking the streets, seeing where old shops had moved out and new shops were moving in. I noticed that a few people were staring and talking to the people they were walking with, I strained my ears to hear what they were saying. "Isn't he that guy that attacked Rinvey when he came to pick up his weapon?" I heard barely. So he had spread rumours, rumours I couldn't very well do much about, so I decided to head back to my shop. Someone shoved me, and rocks were thrown in my direction, so I ran, away from those who believed false accusers. The mob was still following me, shouting, "Down with the peace-breaker! Down with the peace-breaker!" Is that what they believe? Not even giving me a chance to defend myself? Finally I arrived at my shop, and I unlocked it as quick as I could, locking it once I was inside, and boarded up the windows. This was not a happy situation, and I got the feeling it was going to get worse. Kill them all, came to my mind. No, I'm not going to become a mass murderer. I headed up to my room, and lay down, knowing sleep would not come for a while, not to mention I was going to bed early. I guess it'll be an early day tomorrow.

The sun wasn't even up yet, but there was someone knocking at the door. "Saieth Flamehammer! The King has summoned you!" Came from the person knocking at the door. Great, no doubt come to arrest me for my so called assault on that man. I walked over to the door and hesitantly opened it, awaiting me was four members of the king's men. "What's this about?" I asked them. "You are to be questioned about the murder of the Oracle." All I felt after that was a blunt pain to the head, and I slipped into unconciousness.

The Warrior

The streets were packed full of people, most of them bustling around shops. I noticed a few people glancing my way, murmuring to the people beside them. It took me a while to realize I had no idea what I was doing here, nor what I should do from now on. "Move it!" I heard someone infront of me say, and it turned out to be guards dragging a young boy by his arms. Some onlookers tried to stop them, but failed when more guards came to block them. Many were outraged, and told the guards to release the boy, but they were gone, and I decided to follow them to the castle.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Sneaking into the castle was difficult, and now it was even more so difficult to stay undetected, since I was clinging onto a chandelier above what looked to be a court room. A loud bang startled me to the point I nearly jumped off the chandelier. "The court has begun! Saieth Flamehammer, you have been accused of murdering the king's Oracle!" The judge exclaimed, and the person I was above, who I assumed was Saieth, paused before saying "What was the murder weapon?" One of the guards produced a dagger, and laid it in front of him. He examined it while the judge said "The weapon used clearly has your name ingraved on it." To that he responded "This was a dagger my father gave to me, it was stolen years ago, and I haven't seen it since." "Yet despite your claims, you have no proof of your innocence, therefore, I declare you guilty! Your punishment is death!" The judge declared, to which Saieth seemed pretty calm, at least, until he threw the dagger into the judge's face. The onlookers screamed and panicked, while I jumped down from the chandelier onto a guard's torso, and disarmed him, using his sword to decapitate him. A body fell onto my back, and I turned to find him dead, a dagger sticking out of his back. Saieth wan't far behind, grabbing the dagger and the guard's sword, and pressing his back against mine. "We work together, and then maybe we get out of this alive." He hissed, before lunging at a charging guard, I went for the door, but ended up getting hit by it when more guards came through, a dagger and a sword flying through the air towards them. A hand grabbed mine, and I was pulled up, and pulled through the door to the castle's gate.

The Mage

The run through the forest had taken a long time, so long night had already gone and the sun was high in the sky, but my destination was right in front of me. I had finally reached the Royal Capital, and before me lay it's great gates, through which I would be safe. But I would never get to walk through them. The gates were slowly closing, and all I could see through it was an army of soldiers chasing a man and a boy, a multitude of weapons hanging from them, and one carrying a piece of torn up cloth. Could this get any worse? I waited for a few seconds, watching them run through the gate, right towards me, and I recognized one of them, he was the old man I had saved a few days ago. I turned around, and ran, slowly at first, but they caught up quickly, and soon I was going full speed. Into the forest we went, weaving our bodies through tight spaces and clusters of trees to break up the army behind us.

I felt a strange rush of energy, and the trees around us started to move, tangling our pursuers in branches and leaves, and I looked forward just in time to dodge a branch coming my way. What in the Nether is going on? A branch swept under my feet, and I fell down to see it coming back towards me. There was a flash of metal, and the branch was cut in half, it's momentum carrying it into my face. A hand grabbed my own, and pulled me up, before pressing a sword into it. "Quickly!" I soon realized it was the boy that had been accompanying the older one, and rushed after him.

The noise behind me stopped, as did the boy in front of me, we collided, and slid ungracefully across the dirt. He was up quickly, tattered cloth still in hand, and I took a moment to take in the surroundings. We were in a clearing, with the old man to my right, an an unknown woman in front of me. I got up, and was greeted by a voice. "Hello heroes, I think it's time we talked."

The Blacksmith

I had no idea who the people around me were, yet I had felt compelled to help the girl, and the old man had saved my life, yet there now stood another in front of me whom I had no idea who they were, or if they were friend or foe.
"Who are you?" I asked the woman in front of me.
"I am Gaia, Guardian of the Overworld, here to deliver a message from Notch to the three prophecized heroes so that they may begin their quest to deliver this world from evil." The woman in front of me declared.
"And why should I believe a complete stranger who confronts me in the woods and tells me that a regular person like me is a hero destined to go on some quest to save the world?" I asked Gaia, who looked a bit shocked.
"So you refuse to have the honor of serving Notch, Protector of All? Then you must be a fool." Gaia said, and looked away.
"But even then, I must deliver the message." She pulled out a few pieces of paper which were tied together, and gave them to the old man.
"Now I must be off, we shall see eachother soon." The words hung in the air even after Gaia disappeared in a puff of green smoke, and the three of us stood there for a few seconds, not knowing what to do.
"I suppose the three of us should get more acquianted, seeing as we might be stuck together for a while." The old man said in a gruff voice, and cleared his throat.
"I am Graeos Steelheart, former general of Cvulta's army." He exclaimed and looked at me.
I let out a deep breath, and spoke, "Saieth Flamehammer, master Blacksmith."
And now, finally, the girl, she shifted a little, before opening her mouth. "Aelin Arcanum, adept magus, however, I've lost my spells, and it might take a while before I can recreate them."
Graeos untied the knot, and began reading the message.

The Warrior

"This message to be delivered to the three heroes of this age, the following information is for their eyes only." That was on the front of a folded piece of paper, which I then started unfolding.
"Saieth Flamehammer, Graeos Steelheart, Aelin Arcanum, I, Notch, bestow upon you the quest to defeat the Lord of the Nether, Herobrine.
Doing so will not be easy, and I fear that you may die if you go to fight him without preparation.
Included in this letter, there is a map that will lead you to the ten Guardians of the Elements, you must defeat them and collect their relics, they are the only thing that can give you enough power to defeat Herobrine.
However, the Guardians have accumulated strength over the years, such to the point that they are nearly immune to the Arcane Arts, but Thaumaturgy has a way to get rid of this defense, thus allowing you to use magic effectively against them.
By now I am sure that you are concerned about transportation, and how you will be able to practice Thaumaturgy as well as making more spells for Aelin, but do not worry.
I have ordered the creation of an airship that will provide to your needs, in this letter is a piece of paper proving ownership of the vessel, all that you must do to obtain it is go to the City of Steam, and show the manager of the Airship Builders guild that piece of paper.
I suggest you retrieve the airship as soon as possible, as the sooner you defeat the Guardians the better." I finished.
"That was long." Saieth said, absently looking at the piece of cloth in his lap.
"We should get going, anyone know which direction the City of Steam is?" I asked, and Aelin started climbing one of the many trees surrounding us.
"What are you doing?" I asked her as she disappeared into the canopy.
"It's easy, just look at the sky for a plume of steam, and there's the city of steam! Oh! I think I see it!" She yelled down at us, and climbed down the tree, her foot slipping on the last branch down, causing her to land on her back.
"Ow, that hurt, but I know which way we're going, follow me." She groaned, got up and started walking out of the clearing, me and Saieth following.

The Mage

I had read hundreds of books when I was young, sometimes to escape the training my mother was teaching me, or even to further that cause. Included in the long list were many stories about cities, castles, and towns that I would not otherwise know about. The City of Steam I remembered by a short story I had found long ago, which told of someone crossing miles of forest, desert and snow to come to a final destination in front of the gates to the City of Steam, weak and exhausted from hunger and thirst, and they fell, dead by the time they hit the ground. Towards the plume of steam, drifting through the sky, as if it were a dragon made of mist, they went. That was the only thing I remembered from that short story, but it helped me now, running across the forest towards our destination.
I had always enjoyed running, having never really been able to much when I had been a child. Yet the training that had prevented me from running while my mother was around was also the reason I was alive.
Who was that... Klej person after me for? He said he was going to kill me, just like he had killed my mother, but she was killed in an accident... I watched it happen myself, she created a spell, but it backfired, and consumed her in red energy...
I stopped running, Saieth and Graoes stopping beside me.
"What's wrong?" Graeos asked.
"I-it's nothing." I replied, and started running again, the City of Steam growing bigger in my vision with each step.
To my suprise, Saieth jumped ahead of me, drawing a steel broadsword right before seven burly looking men jumped down from the trees, stopping us in our tracks.

The Blacksmith

A group of seven stood before me, wearing clothing that seemed to be more directed at intimidation than function.
They had all drawn their weapons, the one I assumed to be the leader, a big burly man stepped forward, brandishing a warhammer as long as he was tall.
"Well well, if it isn't a family of weaklings!" He hit the ground to add effect.
"Give us all you've got, and we'll let you off easy, weaklings." He stepped forward, and I pointed my sword at him.
"First of all, we're hardly a family, and secondly, we're much stronger than we look." I said calmly, trying to not let my doubt creep into my voice.
My father had taught me how to fight, and he had used to be a high ranking officer in the king's army, and he had taught me how to counter all manner of weapons, but I had never put that experience to use in a real fight.
I had no idea what the girl could do with a sword or any other physical weapon, but I had the feeling she couldn't do much.
Graeos I believed I could put my faith in, but the real question was how we were going to defeat all seven of them with just two of us.
The one in front of me started laughing.
"Do you really think a little boy like you can defeat me? Someone twice your size?" He said, bringing his hammer up to attack, and brought it down, a second after I had jumped out of the way.
"I didn't say I would be the one defeating you." I spoke right after I had seen Graeos in the corner of my eye, ready to strike.
The big guy screamed in agony, and I went after a different bandit, one who wielded two daggers, and attacked.
They blocked it with both daggers and slashed at me, I dodged and kicked them before running my sword through their torso, their body now falling to the ground.

The Warrior

It had been clear from the beginning that this group of seven were looking for a fight, and I was more than willing to oblige, and threw myself at the biggest of them all, catching him off guard just as Saith danced out of the way, taking on a different one.
My attack managed to graze him, but he blocked with the handle of his hammer before swinging it at me sideways.
I ducked, and slashed at his stomach, my sword cutting through his leather tunic before bouncing off chainmail hidden beneath it, and my opponent took this opportunity to strike, and hit me in the side with enough force to send me flying into a tree before landing on the ground.
I got up painfully to notice a very large hulking mass of flesh running towards me, and against my better judgement, I dove forward, skidding ungracefully across the ground, through the legs of another bandit, to which I spread my legs, tripping them.
The hulking mass of flesh was back, looking even angrier than before, charging with great speed into Saieth's sword, which was stained with blood.
Saieth came over to me and pulled me up, a cut on his cheek bleeding onto his face.
"You'd better be all right, because there is no way I'm taking on five guys by myself." He said, before charging at another bandit, the piece of cloth tied to his back bouncing, revealing a dark crimson metal, before being covered again.
I walked slowly towards another bandit, this one wielding an axe.
He was young, and cocky, pulling his axe far over his head, leaving me an opening to cut him in half.
The last three were huddled together, weapons facing outwards.
I grabbed the axe from the recently deceased bandit, and threw it at the bandit facing me from their circle.
It hit the square in the chest, and they flew backwards into their friend, who got bumped into Saieth's sword.
The last one panicked, and ran off, leaving his mace on the ground.
"We should get going." I said, and walked slowly towards the destination.

The Mage

We had finally arrived at the City of Steam, a vast mess of pipes and houses surrounding us.
"So, now all we have to do is find a guild among this sprawling place, and give a piece of paper to the manager." I said, a leaky pipe spitting out steam to interrupt me.
"If we are to assume that there's going to be equipment for us on that ship, then it's likely going to be quite large." Saieth pointed out, looking around.
"I know that equipment for the Arcane Arts can take up quite a bit of space, but I've never seen a Thaumaturge's workplace before." I had joined Saieth in searching for the airship, my eyes laying on one rather large one that was not yet finished, a large panel of the hull missing, revealing brass pipes as well as smaller pipes I did not recognize.
"A Thaumaturge's workplace... Cvulta had a Thaumaturge, at first he only had a small space, but as the years went by he expanded, until we had to stop him for fear he would bring the whole castle crashing down." Graeos exclaimed, fingering the hilt of one of the swords hanging from his belt.
I noticed that there was a crowd starting to gather, all wearing some sort of dark clothing, some sort of brass accesory attached to most of them.
We were now surrounded by the townsfolk, and a few people wearing armor came through the crowd, their faces covered by helmets.
The one who led them through the crowd spoke, their voice feminine.
"You outsiders are not welcome here, go on about your business elsewhere!" She exclaimed, and Graeos stepped forward.
"We've come to pick up an airship from the Airship Builders guild." He pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, and the woman took it, her eyes scanning the paper.
"Sent by Notch? I would rather you get the hell out of my city, but I see that it's important." She handed the paper back, and pointed at an airship.
"That's the one you're after, now begone!" She weaved her way out of the crowd, which was now dispersing. I took a look up at the airship she had pointed to, which happened to be the one I had suspected of being it.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Lets go!" I said with enthusiasm.

The Blacksmith

I was getting impatient. We had all been in a massive line for at least an hour now, and we hadn't moved much closer to the counter in which the guild was recieving requests.
I took a look around the giant room, a line with hundreds of people to either side of me, pipes connecting across the ceiling twenty meters above me, leading to some mystical place.
"How much longer is this going to take?" I asked, to which Aelin looked at me and said,
"Be patient, I doubt you would like to traverse all of Letheria on foot, besides, the line is moving a bit faster now, it won't be much longer."
Sure enough, we were nearing the front at an increased rate, until there was only one person ahead of us.
"Hello, I would like to claim an airship." The man in front of us said.
"Ah, yes, I'm sorry, but we are currently out of airships, we are working on building more but it's slow work." The clerk said, looking down at a piece of paper.
"What about the huge one you've been building for the better part of a year?" They asked.
"That one is reserved, and I highly doubt whoever reserved it will be willing to give it to you. Next!" The person in front of us exited the line, and we stepped up to the counter, Graeos producing the piece of paper which held the information needed to claim the airship.
"Oh my, and here I thought I would have to tell people that they couldn't have the Dragon class airship, but it seems you've come to my rescue." The clerk said the last bit with a twinge of sarcasm, and brought out a piece of pointed metal from under the counter.
"Here's the key to the ship, sir, to your left, down the hall, at the end will be your airship. Now then..." The clerk called over an assistant, and began talking.
We walked toward the hall in which at the end lay our airship, when the man who had been in front of us in the line popped up between us, hands reaching towards me.
"You three? You three own that airship? Impossible! How can two children and an old man get a key to an airship that big? Where is your crew? I demand to know!" The man was shaking me, adding fuel to the fire which had started in the line.
"Get off!" I shouted, grabbing his arm, throwing him off of me, but he went much too far for the amount of force I had exerted, he flew across the length of the room extremly fast, anyone nearby his path getting assaulted by wind strong enough to sweep them off their feet, whilst the wall he impacted against dented.
"I think we should get out of here." I remarked, no opposing opinions as we ran as fast as we could towards the airship. The end of the hall was an opening, beyond it the deck of a Dragon class airship.

The Warrior

The airship was massive, so much more massive than any airship I saw around me.
"What in the Nether was that Saieth?" Aelin shouted, flames of anger almost visible.
"Now doesn't seem like the time!" He shouted back.
"Calm yourselves! We'll have time for bickering later, let's focus on getting away from here for now!" I shouted down from the helm, attempting to steer the ship.
"The boy! That's the one that assaulted me!" I heard yelled, and looked over to the dock, which the woman we had seen earlier as well as a few other guards had gathered.
"I knew they were trouble! Men! Seize the airship and arrest those three!" She shouted, pointing a sword in our general direction, in the meantime I span the wheel to the right, attempting to undock it, but to no avail, the ship refused to move.
Four guards were now fighting Saieth, Aelin throwing anything she could find at them. Things were not going so well.
I ran down from the helm, sword flying from it's sheath to strike one of the guards, but what I hit was metal. The woman had stepped between me and my target, silver sword unsheathed and yearning for blood.
"I don't think so old man." She pushed me back, bringing her other arm which held a dagger across, forcing me back again.
I took a glance at Saieth, and what I saw wasn't good. Two of the guards now carried Saieth by the arms, the other two had Aelin, struggling against her captors.
The woman saw an opportunity to attack and took it, coming at me with a flurry of strikes, other weapon always covering the void left by the first, I parried as much as I could, but was unable to block all of the attacks, resulting in cuts and gashes, but what happened next was probably the most shocking.
Dark crimson colored energy suddenly surrounded us, and the woman was thrown from the ship, revealing Saieth, his eyes crimson, a vortex of dark energy surrounding his hand, and his sword broken. He turned around, and raised his hand as if to push something, and, well, pushed, the velocity pushing me against the wall of the helm.
We were traveling at an insane speed, towards the sea it seemed, a piece of the dock to which the ship was still tied to trailing behind us. The burst of speed, although only a few seconds long had taken us a great distance from the City of Steam, but we were now slowing down at a drastic rate. Before long we stopped, not far from the sea.
Saieth collapsed, causing the dark energy to dissipate. I stood, and walked over to the spot where Aelin was currently holding on to the railing, hair adrift across her face. "I-I think Saieth has some explaining to do."

The Mage

The Arcane Arts:

The Arcane Arts is the art of using the mana in the air around us, by absorbing it and releasing it in the form of spells. Everyone has the capacity to store mana, but in order to be able to use it they must be able to comprehend it.

"Uggggghhh..." Saieth groaned, waking from his slumber. "It's about time you woke up, I managed to make a healing spell to use on you, you shouldn't feel too much pain now." I said, closing my book, putting it on the bedside table next to me, and got off the chair.
"So, you mind telling me what the Nether that was?" I asked, leaning over him.
"I would rather not, but I get the feeling if I don't then there will be much more pain in the next five minutes." He answered, staring at me. "Plus I would prefer to not say this twice, so if you could take me to Graeos I'd appreciate it." He added, fingers drumming on the bedside table.
I helped him get on his feet, which as it turned out were a bit weak currently, he fell down as soon as I let him go.
"So, master wizard, would you mind telling me why I am on the ground right now?" He managed, face buried in the floorboards. I picked him up, replying, "It's the first step to my revenge, now, lets go find Graeos."
Graeos was at the helm, which didn't really suprise me, it seemed as though he designated himself as pilot.
"Well if it isn't our savior, back from the land of dreams." He teased, dropping the wheel and stepping down. "Ready to explain yourself, Saieth?" He asked, stroking his beard.
Saieth had, in a second drawn a sword, but it was not a sword I had ever seen before, it was a crimson longsword with two blades facing eachother, seeming as if a normal blade had been split and seperated.
"I think you know what this is, old man," He exclaimed, pointing it at Graeos. "The question is what you will do with me now." He continued, pulling the blade away from Graeos.
"Is that.... a Demonblade?" I asked, face slowly turning to an expression of shock.
"Yes, indeed it is. Saieth, when did you make it?" Graeos answered, a concerned look across his face.
"It was two days before we met, and I haven't used it yet." Saieth returned, now standing on his own.
"If it was only two days before we met, and you haven't used it at all then it's likely it doesn't currently pose any threat, but still, Aelin, we should keep an eye on him, or else things may end badly." Graeos said.
"In the meantime, we're near where the first guardian is, we should prepare what we need to face it."

The Blacksmith

Sitting seemed to be the majority of what I could do without sending needles of pain through my body, so I sat in front of a forge inside the ship. The room wasn't all that large, a furnace stood in the opposite wall to the door, an anvil two blocks in front of it, a barrel full of water to the side, and a grinding wheel opposite to it.
I stood up, trying to ignore the pain, and grabbed two iron ingots and a blacksmithing hammer, and stuck the iron in the forge in a small container that had a higher melting point than the iron, and added more fuel to a lower compartment.
While the metal heated up I grabbed a hilt from a cabinet in the other side of the room, sat down to rest for a bit.
By the time I returned to the forge, the metal was already red hot, so I took it out of the forge and laid it on the anvil, starting to work the metal into a blade.

I was almost finished, just a few more strikes and I would be done, but someone insisted on knocking on the door. "Come in." I said, pausing before hitting the metal with the hammer again.
The door opened, and Aelin walked in, carrying a few pieces of paper. "Wow, how do you stand this heat?" Was the first thing she said, to which I replied,
"I've gotten used to it. If you've just come here to talk, I'm not in a very talkative mood right now.
"Actually, I have a request." She took out a piece of paper, a blueprint of a chestplate, blueprints for the other pieces fumbling out, which she tried to catch, to no avail.
"I was wondering if you could make a set of this armor, so I can enchant it to ward against magic." She said, picking up the papers.
"I suppose I might be able to, what material is it meant to be made with?" I asked.
"Mythril is what it was made with. I need to get back to preparing, so I'll leave you to making it." She left the room, leaving me to making the armor.

The Warrior

Thaumcraft, the art of manipulating matter and energy that makes up this world.

A piece of paper tucked into a page of the magical Thamonomicon had that written onto it, yet I had been unable to do anything of the sort, even after hours of work.
Against a wall to the side there was a bookshelf filled with books and scraps of knowledge, but they all seemed too complicated for me to understand.
The door creaked, and Aelin walked in, a book tucked under her arm.
"Graeos, I may have found something of use for you." She flipped to a page near the end of the book, pieces of paper stuck into it fluttering out.
She put the book on the table I was sitting at, and pointed to a line at the top of the page.

Breaking the Guardian's defense:
There are ten elemental guardians scattered across the four dimensions, while most of them reside in the overworld, there are still a few hidden in the Nether, Aether, and End. Every few hundred years they would be hunted for their relics, as their power combined is one of the only ways to kill a Guardian of a dimension, the immortals that watch over this world.

It has been rumoured that the only way to break an elemental Guardian's defense is with high level thaumaturgy, but this is a lie, if enough arcane energy is forced against their barrier it will shatter, leaving it open to attack. Another way I have theorized, but have not tested, is that it might be possible to 'steal' their barrier as it is an extension of their lifeforce, but this method would require magic from the Nether, and that magic is forbidden everywhere else.

"So then, either I become a high level thaumaturge, you pour all your energy against it, or..."
"Saieth uses his demonblade. I would quite rather not have to spend a lot of time researching possible ways to break their barrier, as we have no idea how much time we have."
Aelin picked up the book, and walked over to the door.
"I'm going to go ask Saieth, see if I can get his cooperation, if I can, we should go and fight the guardian." She said quietly, and left.

The Mage

"Saieth? May I come in?" I said to the door, knocking on it with the back of my fist.
"Saieth, hello? Are you there?" I knocked harder, and the door opened, letting out a blast of heat. Saieth was covered with sweat.
"The armor's nearly finished, I would prefer if you would wait a few minutes for me to finish." He ducked back in, closing the door with him. The sound of metal hitting metal soon came from the room.
I sat against the wall by the door, and pulled out my arcane compendium, and began reading.

Elemental Guardians:

Water Guardian:
The Water Guardian appears in large bodies of water, sometimes on wrecked ships or abandoned ruins.

The Water Guardian's Relic is the Water Orbs, the holder of these orbs is able to control water subconciously, and is unable to drown.

The door opened, and Saieth came out, carrying pieces of armor.
"It's done, I took the liberty of making three sets, as I would rather not die by getting hit in the face by a ball of water." He handed me the armor, and went back into the room, throwing pieces of armor out.
"So, what is it you wanted to talk to me about?" He asked, coming out of the room.
"Well, I found an alternative to using Thaumaturgy to break the Guardian's barrier, but you're not going to like it." I replied.
"Well, you might as well tell me now, before we go down and fight the thing."
"The alternative is... you using dark energy to shatter its barrier."
"Well, you're certainly right about me not liking it, but I've heard of what thaumaturgy does to the mind."
"We still don't know what your magic does to the mind, but our options seem pretty limited."
"True, but are there any other alternatives?"
"If we could muster enough mana, we might be able to use it to overcharge the barrier and break it, but there's no way we could get enough mana to do it."
"Then I suppose I'll just have to deal with it, when do we leave?"
"Now."