The Tower of Venass by Holmberg D.K

Author:Holmberg, D.K.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2016-02-02T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 22

Rsiran leaned on the table in the smithy. Behind him, the forge heated, coals glowing a deep red and orange. He didn’t know what he’d make, but needed to clear his head again. The scent of lorcith hung more strongly in the air as it always did with a heated forge.

Jessa was gone, searching for Hearn and checking on Brusus, while he couldn’t shake that he was missing something. The Forgotten had attacked Brusus, and Thom had used that attack to get Rsiran to the Tower of Scholars. From what he could tell, Venass had sent the Forgotten after him because of his abilities. Or maybe it was the other way around. Either way, he was convinced they worked together.

Then there was what Josun had wanted from him. Why the sword? What about it was important? Would it have somehow helped Josun find the Forgotten? And he still didn’t understand why Josun had been shipping lorcith. That was tied into it all somehow. Could he have been getting the lorcith to Venass? Was that how they had such massive amounts throughout the Tower?

Rsiran hated the idea that he would always have to fear the next attack, and always have to worry about what would happen next. They’d attacked Brusus, and Josun had already gone after Jessa. What would happen next?

Could Rsiran use his sword to find them?

But… not his sword. This wasn’t the sword Josun had wanted. What he had really wanted was a sword made of the heartstone alloy.

Why?

The man he’d seen in Venass had been able to use lorcith, and had pierced himself with lorcith. That was important somehow, Rsiran was certain of that. Was it the alloy that Venass wanted? Did they think to control it as they controlled lorcith?

He didn’t know enough.

He thought of everything stored in the warehouse. Items of wealth and culture kept from the rest of Elaeavn, but for what reason? The palace Elvraeth wanted the same thing as those exiled. As the scholars in Venass. Everyone wanted power. From what he’d seen, none used it well.

He picked up the sword, holding it with a loose grip as he swung it from side to side. The lorcith blade practically hummed, pulling on him. Had that sense grown stronger in the time since he’d forged it? More than any of his other creations, he felt attuned to the sword.

What was it about the sword that Josun wanted? Why would he also want a sword made of the heartstone alloy? Without knowing, he didn’t think he would fully understand what was going on. After what he’d been through, not understanding put those he cared about in danger.

Rsiran set the sword back atop the table and made his way to the bin of lorcith. He stood in front of it, eyes closed, as he listened.

At first, he felt it as nothing more than the distant sound he always heard with lorcith. Each piece called out to him in its own way, as if begging for attention.

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