As Mengala entered the building which housed the various forges she paid her respects to Gond, offering moment of silence that His hand would guide her. Lathander was the God of Creativity and renewal, but Gond was truly the master of the anvil. She drew the small amount of dead iron she was provided by Mikal and began to heat it. The tongs began to heat with the eerie red glow then yellow then white, but the dead iron took much longer. She wrote her
observations down allowing the dead iron to heat, having an assistant use the bellows on it to again watch its heating transitions.

Red as she expected, yellow, but no white, instead the metal became dead black, almost absorbing the energy from the forge kiln. She took a scroll out and focused a small frost beam at it. The frosty beam diminished as it struck the metal with only a brief hint of blue streaming from the metal. “Hmmmm” she thought, “It pulsed.” She was sure of it, she saw the metal absorb the frosty beam of magic.

She took hammer to the now blackened metal, flipping it on end with the tongs to again strike it continuously. Ingots of normal cold iron were hammered into plates and the dead iron plates she fashioned were sized to fit. She placed various metals, tin, iron, zinc with the dead iron and again heated the metals together, watching, observing every transition of color, every oddity.

She took the first, an ingot of zinc and began working it to a small piece of the dead iron. She hammered until the sweat ran from her brow. Heated, quenched, reheated and requenched, but the metals refused to fuse completely. She placed them in a melting put made of ceramic and heated the metals together, bellows at full air till the zinc yielded. The dead iron refused. She knew she needed a catalyst to aid the process. Diamond dust was sprinkled on the dead iron and it began to become malleable and finally yielded. She nodded to herself watching the metals mix. She cooled them and finally poured the combined metal to a form for a new ingot. After working the composite metal she knew it was neither strong now maintained the dead iron properties.



The same process was used with normal iron, tin, and finally cold iron over the next days and weeks. Only the cold iron showed promise. The metals melted and were reformed in ingots, heated and pounded into sheets and quenched. The process was repeated over and over again until she knew the very essence of the new metal. She knew when it would heat, cool, the air of the bellows needed and the catalyst.



The resultant metal was strong, pliable, and hard as any metal she had ever worked. She formed a sample suit, just the plating, none of the leather form or chain skirt. Happy with the product she set out to find Mikal.

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Plays Aeraline, butterfly princess