Re: The Path an Arrow Takes: Bits and Pieces Jenra 19, 1436
More time, more lands to be seen. This time I was prowling in the swamps and practicing on trolls. I wasn't much use. One hit across the head and I work up in Port Hempstead again. That was an eerie feeling to be sure. I spent the rest of the day sitting in the fields trying strings to my fishing arrows. It was all I really had the strength to do.
Well, that and study. I pulled a few scrolls that someone had found and given me and took the time to copy them into my book. Then I went over and over the words and movements in the air until I had them right. There were a few I still could not complete, so I will work on those. The one that intrigued me most was a evocation of fire that could be bonded to a metal blade. If a metal blade then why not an arrow head? My first attempt made a nice pile of ashes. |