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Rise of the Living Forge - Chapters 515 - 516
🕑 Added 2025-09-04 16:00:21 +0000 UTCDinner came shortly after a bath — one which Arwin made absolutely certain not to be late for — and he joined the gathering members of the Menagerie in the bottom floor of the Devil’s Den.
The rest of the adventurers had vacated the premises for the night, and the only ones that still remained within the Den were back up in their rooms. Even though they were in the same building, Arwin wasn’t worried that any of them would accidentally stumble into their meeting.
Sound could barely travel within the Devil’s Den in the best of circumstances. Nobody would be able to hear anything through the thick shadows. And, even if an adventurer left their room and headed down in an attempt to spy on them, Lillia would know well before they even got close.
And so the Menagerie gathered without concern around several tables that the shadow imps pushed together, all settling down in wait while a train of floating dishes piled high with appetizers made their way out of the kitchen to deposit themselves upon the table before everyone.
Nearly everyone from the Menagerie had managed to make themselves present. Ash and Vix sat near the head of the table and across from Arwin and Lillia. Olive and Reya sat beside each other. On the other side were Kien, Monica, and Thane. Koyu and Wallace had also joined in.
Anna was on the other side, not too far from Madiv and Esmerelda, who had positioned themselves across from each other so they could bicker without anyone getting in the way. The only one officially missing was Rodrick —Vanessa might have been recently employed but definitely wasn’t yet an actual member of the guild — and though Eleven had been around for quite a bit, she wasn’t a member either.
The clink of silverware quickly filled the shadows as everyone dug in. Business wasn’t going to go anywhere, and nobody was going to sit around yapping while they could instead be eating. Nearly five minutes of uninterrupted face-stuffing went by, interrupted by muffled compliments spoken through full mouths, before anyone spoke properly.
“Is Rodrick not back yet?” Art finally asked as he looked around the table. “I had thought he would be finished by now.”
“Not yet,” Arwin replied. “He said you would be taking over for him with regard to the whole vault-Blacktongue thing coming up. He did manage to let you know about that, right?”
“Of course he did,” Art said. “Half a dozen members of his network all found us back in Thornhelm to let us know the plan. He is a thorough man. I am prepared for the upcoming events to the best of my knowledge… even though it does involve splitting our forces.”
“Do you think that’s going to be a problem?” Reya asked. “We’ve got a pretty good number of people now, and you can’t bring a whole guild into most dungeons without drawing the attention of every single monster in the place.”
“No,” Art said. He shook his head. “No more a problem than any other plan could have. I’m more than confident this will work. From the information Rodrick had passed to me… the Blacktongues are more than incompetent enough to fall for this. They don’t have any real basis for maneuvering beyond what little political power they still hold. I’m more concerned about the Dwarven Council.”
“Did Ida have more updates on that?” Anna asked, cocking her head to the side. “They shouldn’t be a problem at all so long as we actually have something from the Vault to sell them and the Auction House is ready, right? But we can always just say the house is going to open in a week or two and that buys us more than enough time to deal with everything.”
“Raen is also getting some things ready for that,” Monica put in, raising a hand. “He and Melissa have begun spreading word to some of their wealthier contacts about the Auction House. There should be a good bit of interest when it opens.”
“That’s perfect. It’ll put pressure on the Dwarven Coucnil to act themselves. That’s what we need,” Art said with a nod. His brow furrowed for a moment in thought and he exchanged a glance with Vix. “I… just thought Rodrick would be back.”
“Sunsetting your class isn’t a simple matter,” Arwin said. “And Rodrick is a very cautious individual. He wouldn’t do anything before he’s certain he’ll succeed. But if you’re concerned about—”
“No, no. It’s fine.” Art shook his head firmly. “I am more than capable of handling this. And that is not false bravado. I am aware of my own capabilities. More so now than I ever used to be. I would be more worried about your chances of clearing out the Vault. Are you certain it’s possible? You’ll likely only be able to have around four people and that dungeon isn’t going to be easy given the scale of rewards the vault holds.”
Arwin’s lips twitched. Art hadn’t seen the Gehenna armor in action — nor had he seen how much more powerful the Menagerie had gotten in just the few days it had been since he’d headed out.
Reya and Olive had been basically fighting dungeon bosses nonstop for the food delivery service. Even Arwin wasn’t entirely sure how much stronger they’d gotten. But between them, Esmerelda’s potions, and all the other deadly options the Menagerie had at their disposal… he was pretty sure the dungeon was going to be more than within their grasp.
And that’s not even counting any advancements I get tonight after spending all the magical energy I’ve been saving up from the results of my smithing and fighting.
“I’m sure,” Arwin said. “We’ll have to figure out who’s going, but I have confidence in our abilities. I suppose now is as good a time as any for that. Does anyone want to volunteer?”
“Don’t forget we need to leave a fairly strong fighting force behind here,” Lillia put in before anyone could speak. “The chances of somebody trying to attack the street are higher than they’ve ever been. Even with Arwin’s guardian… well, having a strong presence here is mandatory. I’ll be staying. There isn’t any location that I’m more powerful than the den.”
“I’ll remain here as well,” Esmerelda said with a yawn, taking a brief pause from her current argument with Madiv to join the conversation. “As will Thane. The boy is not allowed to do any dungeons until he figures out how to get a better handle over the hussy in his sword.”
The black sword at Thane’s side shuddered. Esmerelda shot it a sharp glare.
“I would like to volunteer,” Kien said. “I have been honing my skills over the past days with my new class. But a blade can never be tested purely in theory. I must push myself farther. My level may be behind the average level of the Menagerie, but I do not believe that will impede my abilities.”
“You’ll need a healer for a dungeon like this,” Anna said. Her voice held no room for argument. “I’ll be coming.”
“I want to go as well,” Olive said. “I need to feed the arm. It’s gotten a bit of an appetite recently.”
Reya tilted her head to the side. Her brow furrowed in thought for a second. “Wait. That already makes four, doesn’t it? Because Arwin is definitely going. I kind of wanted to go as well… but I’m not as good at fighting as Olive or Kien are. It might be smarter if I stay back. We need our hardest hitters on something like this, don’t we?”
“It would be wise,” Arwin agreed. “But don’t discount your abilities. You might not be able to inflict a lot of harm, but those chains of yours are pretty damn effective against powerful enemies. If you really want to go, I don’t think anyone would be against having a discussion to figure out what the best—”
“No,” Reya said with a shake of her head. She sent a quick glance at Olive before looking back to Arwin. “I want to go… but I’m not the best option for something like this. I think you’ve already got the best group you’re going to gather, especially since Art needs people to back him up as well, right?”
“I do,” Art confirmed. “We will need a fake group to be ambushed by the Blacktongues. Your ability to escape situations easily would be very useful for a situation like that.”
“Yeah,” Vix said with a nod of agreement. “Me, Reya, Art, and Monica could be the other group. That leaves Esmerelda, Lillia, Thane, and Madiv to defend the street.”
“That distribution seems good to me,” Lillia said. “Especially with the Soul Guardian to back me up.”
More than one, should everything go properly tonight. I’m already feeling much stronger again. Lillia’s food is something else. Maybe the Mesh’s whole world-ending problem could be solved if she just cooked a few meals for it.
That thought brought a flicker of a grin to Arwin’s lips.
“I have been abandoned again,” Madiv declared. He paused, then glanced at Lillia. “Wait. You’re not going?”
“No,” Lillia said. “Which I believe I just said.”
“I no longer wish to go,” Madiv said. “Count me out. I will guard the street along with the old strip of leather that calls herself a woman.”
“You’re one to talk,” Esmerelda snapped. “You’re as dried out as a stick of jerky that got left in the sun. Do you even have any blood in you that doesn’t belong to someone else?”
Arwin repressed the urge to roll his eyes as the two of them devolved back into an argument. It seemed that everything was arranged. Now all that remained were to finalize the last of their preparations.
“I think it’s time,” Arwin said, pressing his hands against the table and making eye contact with Wallace, who hadn’t wasted even a second of precious time on talking. He’d been continuously eating from the moment they’d sat down at the table.
The dwarf glanced at him. Then he grabbed a napkin and cleaned his lips off. He looked to Koyu. The Lich had only eaten a single plate of food — but considering he barely ever ate at all, that was more than normal.
They rose as one.
Arwin joined them, then glanced to Lillia. “You still coming?”
Lillia blinked, then nodded. “Yeah. I’ve got a plate of food waiting for the Infernal Armory as well.”
“Then let’s get to it,” Arwin said with an eager grin. “There’s one last thing we have to finish making tonight, and I’d hate to make the Devil’s Den wait any longer. Let’s go finish its body.”
Chapter 516
Arwin had just finished feeding Lillia’s food to the Infernal Armory when she rejoined him, Koyu, and Wallace in the smithy.
Lillia had retrieved the core from where it had been baking in her oven. She had it wrapped in a tablecloth, but Arwin felt its presence before she even had a chance to start unwrapping it.
He wasn’t the only one. Both Koyu and Wallace spun toward Lillia the moment she’d walked through the back door of the Infernal Armory, their eyes going wide and locking right onto the bundle cradled in her arms.
“Yeah,” Lillia said before anyone could even try to voice anything. “I felt it too. The moment I opened the oven door. It was like a punch to the gut. I don’t know what you guys made here… but it’s working. At least I think it’s working. If it isn’t, you might have made a really big explosive.”
“Most powerful things are explosive if you use them wrong,” Wallace said gruffly. He gestured to Lillia. “Open ‘er up. I’m practically dying to see what manner of creation you’ve got there. Even we don’t know exactly what it’s turned out as.”
Lillia pulled the tablecloth back, unrolling it with careful, deliberate movements. She then held it out gingerly. Nestled within the cloth was what very strongly resembled a lumpy black meteorite.
It was pockmarked and covered with soot. Something about the oven had actually shrunk the Core since the last time Arwin had seen it. The orb — if its misshapen form could even still be considered as such — was about half the size it had been before. He could have held it with a single hand if he’d wanted to.
But its size did absolutely nothing to repress the power radiating from it. Arwin’s hair stood on end. It felt like he’d stepped outside onto a hill during a thunderstorm. His tastebuds prickled with the taste of metal as he stepped forward.
The Mesh made no move to try and identify the Core. This was raw power, so concentrated and strong that it couldn’t be contained within the vessel it currently resided within.
Arwin swallowed. The magic pouring out from the Core was only getting thicker. He didn’t even need to speak to the item to know what it wanted, and neither did any of the others.
“We should get to work,” Arwin said. “Preferrably before the Infernal Armory explodes from all the magic leaking through it.”
“Is that possible?” Lillia asked with a frown.
“No idea,” Arwin replied. “But I don’t want to find out.”
He gingerly took the core from her, using the tablecloth to avoid touching the black chunk of metal directly. Flickers of thoughts that weren’t his own danced through Arwin’s mind. The Core’s desires were so powerful that they almost had a magnetic pull to them.
He barely even had a chance to process them before he felt himself drawn to several of the metal pieces that the Infernal Armory had lying in wait to be chosen from. Surprise crossed Arwin’s features.
The metal trembled. Not just in his hands, but on the shelves extending from the walls of the smithy. Every piece rattled as if pulled by some invisible force.
The Core had selected the components for its own armor.
“Whoa,” Wallace breathed, his eyes as wide as saucers. “Do you lot feel that? It’s like…”
“Magnetic,” Koyu murmured. The Lich swallowed, then shook his head. “It is intelligent. Before completion. That is unnerving. This is no inanimate object we work with. We must take utmost caution while using Soulmancy on such a thing to avoid impacting its sense of self.”
Arwin nodded. “Yeah. I’ll be careful. But it looks like it’s already done a lot for me. Have you ever heard of a material choosing the components it wants to be made with?”
“No,” Wallace said. “But I’ll give you a guess as to the amount of times I’ve made anything even close to resembling these Soul Guardians. And I’ll toss in a hint as well. It ain’t a big number.”
“A unique case among unique cases,” Koyu said. “We should begin. It is late, but I cannot think of a better time to create something like this than at night. It is powerful enough that there is a chance some energy will leak out of the Infernal Armory.”
“He’s right,” the Armory whispered, coils of red mist twisting across the ground as openings appeared within the walls. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to fully contain the energy that this kicks up. If we pull it off properly…”
“Nothing we can do about it now,” Arwin said. He set his jaw. “Everyone, get ready. And brace yourselves. We’ve never tried to connect this many minds at once. There are a total of five of us — six if you count the Core.”
“We should count the core,” Koyu said. “Six. It is a powerful number. I am prepared.”
“As am I,” Wallace said.
“Me too,” Lillia said. She rolled her shoulders and gave them a firm nod. “Did the Armory get enough magical energy from the meal to continue?”
“I am prepared,” the Armory whispered. “Let us begin.”
Arwin extended his hand. Caldera snapped into being within his grasp, the hammer already humming with anticipation.
“Do it.”
Black tendrils writhed out from the walls in a flash. They drove into everyone, connecting them in an instant.
Arwin’s back went stiff. Six different seas of power all crashed into each other at once. A thunderous crash rolled through his mind and he staggered, nearly stumbling over his own feet at the immensity of the magic roiling through their connection.
He drove Caldera down into the ground before him to stabilize himself. Arwin ground his teeth and forced himself to focus, reaching deep within himself for his own magic and pulling it forth.
Heat prickled against his skin as black lava poured through the channels in the ground and filled the pool before him with renewed intensity, bubbling and popping like the surface of a tar sun.
Arwin could feel everyone’s presence against his own. They were simultaneously at his side and overlaid on top of him, shimmering and dancing in a hazy kaleidoscope of thoughts and desires.
Pain prickled in Arwin’s chest. There were too many of them in the connection. So many different aspects. So many different views and lives and powers. The magic was stretched too thin, their song had too many different notes within it.
It was going to break.
“Focus,” Arwin barked. “You all know why we’re here.”
Waves of power beat against him. He felt the images in his mind shift. Felt the presences alongside him trying to adapt to each other, but there were too many of them. They were all changing at once. And when all of them changed, none of them could catch up.
More cracks formed in the connection.
Arwin gritted his teeth. He strained, trying to pull everything together, but it was impossible. He couldn’t control the other souls. They weren’t his to command. There were just too many of them, all trying to match too many different things at once.
But this wasn’t a job he could complete with fewer people. Arwin knew that for certain. He needed every single person in this room. But as things were, there was no way they could hold the connection for more than a few more moments.
Shit. We all need something to focus on. A common note to harmonize with. There has to be a leader.
Arwin hummed. Perhaps it wasn’t the most effective method to get everyone’s attention, but it was just about all he could manage at the moment. The noise was for his own benefit as much as everyone else’s.
It gave him — them — something to concentrate on.
Listen for my song. Follow me. I will take the lead.
The churn within his mind quieted. The other’s thoughts focused on his — they found his song and fell in line alongside it, matching him rather than all trying to match each other. Arwin felt the cracks spreading through their connection slow to a stop. They weren’t gone, but they weren’t progressing any further either.
Immense strain burned in his mind. It was immediately apparent to him that there was absolutely no way he would be able to hold everybody together for the entire process. It was impossible.
Wallace’s gaze met Arwin’s.
You lead for now, Arwin. I will pick up when you can lead no longer.
Koyu nodded, as did Lillia. Even the Infernal Armory’s will joined their mutual understanding. And it wasn’t the only one. A prickle of something else rolled against Arwin’s mind.
The Core.
It was there as well, waiting. Ready.
None of them could lead for the entire time… but they could trade off. This was a song of many parts, and this was just the first. Arwin drew in a deep breath. He let it out slowly. His hands tightened around Caldera’s haft.
A black tendril ferried over the first of the metals that the Core had selected. It was a brilliant red, almost as crimson as a glistening ruby. Arwin couldn’t even remember its name in this state. He didn’t need to.
The metal’s desires joined the song seamlessly. It already knew what it wanted. That was why it had resonated with the Core. No words had to be said. All that remained was them and the song. There was nothing left to do but get to work creating the most powerful Soul Guardian that Arwin had ever dared conceptualize.
And that was exactly what they did.
Comments
Actus
I should have mentioned them, you’re right. Thank you!
Nick M
Thanks for the chapter! What happened to Elias and Maeve though? I thought they were a part of the Menagerie now, shouldn't they be at this meeting? Or did they head off somewhere before and I've just forgotten?
Tom C
DD gonna have a more powerful SG than infernal armory? TFTC!
Matt R.
Awwwwww cmon man now we have to wait to find out how this goes! Can’t believe you’d take the proper measures to ensure you are happy and healthy. Unbelievable. 😘
Aironfaar
Some Nightmare Realm was summoned into this chapter, haha.
Ty
Ash & Vix? = Art & Vex? idk my brain is still scrumbled from orlen thoughts lol
