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06-16-2016, 01:10 AM
”You must fully appreciate the glass that you would wield against your enemies. The Moon Goddess’s words echoed in the Elephant King’s head. He felt like this task set for the herd was one directed at him. He had been her Glazier, once. He had crafted the very glass they asked the nightly deity to erect around their borders.
And yet, despite having spent his time crafting the clear substance from the Moon’s mists, he understood very little of it. He knew it withstood some things, but broke beneath others. Was it magic that had caused the glass wall to shatter? Or had it given way due to other causes? He sighed, staring at the glittering shards that littered the lush, Birdsong grass before him. How relieved he would be when such fragments would be replaced with tall, protective glass spikes.
He sighed as he weaved on large, ivory hooves, thick neck swaying in the morning light diffused by the thick mists. Have your crafters make glass targets and see what types of magic they are most defensible against, and which they are least.” Dark eyes glanced up at his newly appointed Glazier who stood, quietly but happily, a little ways away from him. He had sought her out, after pointing Anzanie in the direction of the healers’ greenhouse.
“Glasgow,” his deep voice rumbled quietly, “Would you be able to create glass targets? Of varying sizes? We must learn the strength and weaknesses of the glass we are about to erect around our borders, as the Goddess instructed us.” Black-rimmed ears tip forward as he awaited the woman to command and shape the mists. A small twinge of longing twisted in his barrel; but it was quickly squashed by the memory of being trapped on his knees by the cold power and his dark demons.
He would leave the crafting to his Glaziers and focus on testing the glass’s strength.
And yet, despite having spent his time crafting the clear substance from the Moon’s mists, he understood very little of it. He knew it withstood some things, but broke beneath others. Was it magic that had caused the glass wall to shatter? Or had it given way due to other causes? He sighed, staring at the glittering shards that littered the lush, Birdsong grass before him. How relieved he would be when such fragments would be replaced with tall, protective glass spikes.
He sighed as he weaved on large, ivory hooves, thick neck swaying in the morning light diffused by the thick mists. Have your crafters make glass targets and see what types of magic they are most defensible against, and which they are least.” Dark eyes glanced up at his newly appointed Glazier who stood, quietly but happily, a little ways away from him. He had sought her out, after pointing Anzanie in the direction of the healers’ greenhouse.
“Glasgow,” his deep voice rumbled quietly, “Would you be able to create glass targets? Of varying sizes? We must learn the strength and weaknesses of the glass we are about to erect around our borders, as the Goddess instructed us.” Black-rimmed ears tip forward as he awaited the woman to command and shape the mists. A small twinge of longing twisted in his barrel; but it was quickly squashed by the memory of being trapped on his knees by the cold power and his dark demons.
He would leave the crafting to his Glaziers and focus on testing the glass’s strength.
Tembovu
you thought you could outrun the world
This Powerpoint was very helpful (and surprisingly interesting) for researching glass breakage!
@Glasgow to create the glass targets. And open to anyone!!
Please tag Tembovu.
