Manaforge

Blackgold, Richard, and Fayr gathered together for brunch. Hearing Richard’s doubts, the professor thought over it for a long time, “… I was one of Her Excellency’s first followers, from before she had even become a grand mage. I watched her bloody battle with the duergar, orcs, and half-orcs. Even then, her power was frightening, far beyond her level; it could only be because of her bloodline. After that she advanced to level 18, and awakened an ability that there were no prior records of. She called it the Manaforge.”

“Manaforge? What is that?” Richard wracked his mind, but couldn’t recall ever reading about such a thing.

Fayr’s expression turned nostalgic as he recalled past events, “She described it as an utterly useless ability and forbade us from speaking about it.”

Richard’s face turned to one of pure curiosity, and Blackgold’s filled with excitement. The grey dwarf...