The Runesmith Chapter 38 Home invasion.

Roland closed the door behind him after he entered his workshop. On the inside, there were many tools hung up on the walls. Using his new cla.s.s he had cleaned up the place and even set up some shelves.

He started segregating every resource he had like iron, bronze, and copper. Even during his work, he was sure to even pick up the metal shavings. He had a working smelter which he could use to melt these leftover metals into ingots. He also was thinking about making clay molds. With them, he was planning to make his first sword from bronze.

This would hasten the process by quite a bit as he wouldn't need to hammer it into shape that much. He already had spent some time practicing his craft but he had only reached the second level of his Blacksmith cla.s.s. This was already showing him that he would be spending a lot more time with this third one.

Only after this, he would finally be getting into the tier 2 smith territory. He wasn’t sure if there would be a prestige cla.s.s waiting for him then. He had to level up his runecrafting and all the smithing related skills to the maximum before the job cla.s.s quest, to be sure.

All of those smithing skills that he received, runecraft included were at level 2 now. He could already feel that he was getting better at his new craft. The strain that runecrafting put on him was slightly lower now. He still needed to go through all of his mana to finish a lesser rune within a day though.

This was when working with a soft material like bronze. Iron would double or triple the time spent and one of the rare metals would make it impossible. The basic runecrafting skill had its limit and the larger the size of the metal the longer it took. Inscribing the traces wasn’t that easy and they had to be placed through most of the weapon.

He placed the two paddle-like wands on his workbench and glanced at them. There was a reason he made them like this. Due to his runecraft skill being so low he couldn’t compress the runes as much. His creations had to be large just for the entire rune to fit in. He had decided on the mana bolt spell as it was the smallest one from his repertoire.

With his high mana pool and his Runic mastery that was lowering the casting costs, this weapon was very usable. He wanted to move on to the next step and inscribe a common rune but there was a problem. First, a common rune was many times harder to make, he would probably need from four days to a week for it.

The second problem was the size. He barely got the lesser mana bolt on this large paddle shape ma.s.s of bronze. He calculated that if he wanted to create a similar weapon while keeping the shape he would end up with something like a tennis racket instead. It would be made from bronze or iron and the balance would be a real problem. He could try to make the handle from wood but then another problem arose.

Mixing two different materials with each other and connecting runic pathways through those. It was somewhat easy to scribe a rune on one large piece of metal. The traces flowed into each other without a hitch. But even adding a wooden handle or cloth on top would make things difficult. There just needed to be direct contact, the mana a person injected into the item dissipated really fast unless you had the runic pathways close by.

The only way he had to go around this was somehow riveting the parts together while not using the wood as part of the rune. Wood was also a lot worse for runecrafting as it just didn’t cope with the mana pathways well. You needed certain magical wood for something like that, which made runic bows a lot more costly and harder to make.

Roland thought that there had to be some kind of way to connect armor and weapon parts with each other. Even some swords had a hilt, pommel, and guard that were inserted separately. There had to be some kind of way to connect these parts without them having to be one solid piece of metal.

There might have been a skill that a tier 2 runesmith achieved or one that could be learned from a skill book. He would need to go ask around or buy some information later. For now, he had to repair his magical paddles. He started up the forge with the help of his ember spell and some coal.

This coal had a high enough temperature to work with bronze and iron. If he wanted to move over to the better magical metals he would need a better fuel source. This also meant that he could work with regular steel in the future with this basic forging equipment.

There was a version of iron ore that had absorbed mana called ‘Deep Iron’. It was found deep inside the earth closer to its core and gave runic equipment more spell usage. You could make ‘Black Steel’ from it that improved upon its qualities even more. This was one of the better metals that wasn’t all that pricey. It was cheaper than Mirthil, that material was mostly used by people of tier 3 and above. They were mostly the only ones rich enough to afford something like that.

There was also a limit on the materials. Common bronze wouldn’t be able to contain a grand rune structure. The mana required to craft it would burn through the metal making the pathways unusable. Even if a runesmith inscribed them, a weapon like that would probably only last once before melting. This was also a reason why he decided to go with lesser runes for now.

He used tongs to slowly heat up the metal before placing it back onto the anvil. He grasped one of the hammers and infused his mana into it. He then started slowly hammering the magical weapon, with each hit parts of the runic inscriptions were reconstructed back into their previous shape.

Before going to the other paddle he looked at the blacksmith’s hammer that he was using. There was a frown on his face as this item was also wearing down really fast. Rune smithing worked by forcing mana into the smith’s hammer. This would slowly damage the integrity of the tool and with time the metal would start crumbling.

The hammer he was using was a new one that he created himself. Making your own smithing tools was good training but the products that he was making were barely pa.s.sable. This was a lot harder than scribing that mostly only required good mana control. His high dexterity aided him slightly with the creation process but his low strength was holding him back. He ran out of stamina fast and his hands began shaking if he hammered for too long.

Just like now, his stamina was drained but he managed to repair his magical weapon. Luckily stamina recovered a lot faster than mana did so after five or ten minutes he was ready to go. The clinging sounds continued into the night and Roland had to speed this up as his neighbors would come complaining again if he continued for much longer.

While the youth was working on his weapons and items the rest of the city was silent. After dark, most of the people were either drinking in a tavern or back home resting. There was another type of person out now though, the type that a regular citizen feared to cross paths with.

They were all wearing cloth armor along with some hardened leather here and there. Their faces were covered by hoods and they had masks hiding their mouths. Everyone here had the cla.s.s of thief and could move silently in the night. They moved quietly while evading the guards that weren’t really paying that much attention to their tasks.

The city was large and there weren’t that many soldiers. The city lord mostly used his men to protect the richer districts, this left places like Southtown unprotected. This district was where the lower-income commoners lived and also where the city slums were. Most city guards didn’t wonder here much unless they got ordered by the higher-ups.

These four men were slowly making their way there, they were members of the thieves guild. This was a hidden organization that most of the larger cities had. The people that were members of it took on jobs that the adventurer’s guild deemed unethical or just too dangerous. Some members were even adventurers themselves, working in both guilds at the same time.

There were various requirements for getting into this guild but one of the main ones was having a thievery-related cla.s.s. This was either a thief or a bandit cla.s.s which showed the guild masters that you were one of them.

They arrived just in time to hear Roland hammering on some metal. It was about 9 pm at night, the four spread out to examine the warehouse while keeping themselves hidden. They had to see all the entrance and escape points that this old building had before deciding on the course of action.

After they were finished they moved back into the shadows to discuss further actions.

“Large door at the front, locked from the inside. Probably won’t just go down easy.”

“Windows behind are closed but just wood and flimsy locks…”

“One door leading probably into the office or bedroom of whoever is living here…”

The thieves started formulating a plan. They could either burst through the front door and destroy the whole place or sneak in. They decided on the latter, the windows that were at the back of this warehouse looked the easiest. They could just climb through them and then slit the throat of whoever lived here.

“We will wait for the target to go to sleep, remember what the job said.”

The thieves nodded while slowly moving to their own hiding places. The request stated that they should take whatever the person on the inside was working on. They would receive a bonus if they brought something worthwhile. After ransacking the warehouse they were planning on burning the place with the owner’s body inside. They just needed to wait until he went to bed.

With time the hitting of metal against metal stopped and the chimney that was connected to the furnace went out. They could see movement on the inside and after a few hours of waiting the person on the inside finally went to bed at 12 am. The thieves were slightly angry that it took him so long, this was quite late for this world’s standards.

They waited another 30 or so minutes before deciding to strike. Two people stayed outside to keep watch and would alert their companions if something happened. The other two sneaked around to the back of the warehouse. Each one of them decided to use a different window to sneak in. They would not use any of the windows that placed them directly in Roland’s living quarters. The possibility of him waking up was too high if they tried that.

The windows were wooden and thick and the gla.s.s was mat. The locks were simple hooked latches that could be easily opened by these thieves from the outside. They just needed to insert something thin between them to lift the lock-up before climbing inside.

This appeared to be quite the easy job for the burglars, the owner was supposedly just a thirteen-year-old brat. Such a young person couldn’t be high leveled either so even if he woke up they would easily overpower him.

The man slowly opened up the windows and climbed into the building. He found himself on a narrow catwalk that was above the main storage area. The wood was old but thanks to his advanced sneaking skill he wasn’t making a sound. The other thief managed to make it on the inside as well and the two met up.

They could see iron tools and items everywhere but they were all crude and unusable to them. They thought that maybe there would be something worth stealing but the craftsman on the inside was apparently a newbie. They nodded to themselves and moved towards the smaller living s.p.a.ce together.

The man in charge of this small band of thieves was here. He gave his party member a sign indicating that he should go in first. The man just nodded and went towards the room that their target was staying at. The door wasn’t locked so he just grabbed the handle and gently opened it up. The thieving skills that they had somehow made things like doors and windows produce less sound while their sneaking was activated.

On the inside, they spotted a bed and what looked like to be a sleeping person. The thief that was in the front took out a dagger that had a slight curve to it. The leader just waited by the door in case somehow his companion didn’t land a killing blow and the target tried fleeing. He didn’t feel like that would be the case as the person was already in striking distance.

The burglar didn’t hesitate at all, his dagger moved down and embedded itself in the target’s body. The moment it did, the thief felt that something was off, he quickly pulled the bedsheets to the side to discover a bunch of pillows tied together in the form of a human body. There was another thing out of place, a strange-looking piece of paper that was glowing red.

Before the hired thug could react to it though an explosion occurred. He was. .h.i.t by a wave of heated energy and tossed like a rag doll against the wall. The thief leader that was watching everything play out quickly ducked back inside the warehouse to evade the rest of the blast.

He didn’t know what was happening, how could an explosion have occurred? Before he could think about the reason he felt something. His body jerked to the side but he wasn’t fast enough as he felt something going through his shoulder. He heard someone clicking their tongue behind him, he wanted to turn around and retaliate but before he could do that, his whole shoulder exploded.

The man grasped the gus.h.i.+ng wound, his body had suffered a crippling blow and he was going into shock. From the shadows he saw someone walk out, it was a young man with a heavy rapier in his hand. His blood was running down the tip that was slightly glowing red.

The man didn’t want to believe this. How could a tier 2 rogue not have noticed someone behind him, this didn’t make any sense. He was losing a lot of blood and he decided to make a run for it. The room in which the explosion happened also had a window so with much pain he stood up and took off.

He covered his head with his good arm as he charged. The window was closed but he knew that he could force his way through it while not suffering too much damage. He needed to get outside to where his two other companions were. With their help he could probably make a getaway or even kill this brat.

Things wouldn’t be going his way though as the moment he jumped he felt something moving behind him. He was already jumping through the window at this moment so evading the attack from behind was difficult. It was even more difficult as it was a very fast traveling gale arrow that could reach astonis.h.i.+ng speeds.

It went through his chest while he was jumping out and bending his body to the side in hopes of evading. With the added momentum the rogue's body traveled even further than he expected. His body smacked into the hard pavement. One of the thieves that was waiting outside arrived to watch the spectacle.

He was shocked, their team leader was a tier 2 cla.s.s holder. He was even over level 60 and now he was a mangled mess on the ground. Even without checking he knew that he was dead, there was a decision to be made. He did what any thief in this situation would do and abandoned this mission. The second lookout had the same idea after seeing their dead leader.

On the inside of the warehouse was Roland. He was sweating and his heart was pounding furiously. The person that had received the blast from his rune was still in his workshop. He wasn’t dead quite yet so Roland decided to incapacitate him. Not killing him would probably be the better option as he might get some answers.

He also saw some movement outside. The other thieves luckily decided to flee and the explosion was loud enough so the guards would be coming. He sat down on one of the wooden chairs while calming down.

He had made some preparations for a thing like this. He knew that this was a dangerous neighborhood he was living in. He didn’t expect to be part of a home invasion so soon though.

Roland had other spells besides the attacking ones. After noticing that he was really bad at detecting danger he asked the manager to help him find an item with such a spell. He had acquired a ‘detect life‘ spell. It allowed him to see life signatures outside his house and he used it every day before going to bed.

He always went to bed late which allowed him to notice the burglars that were staking out this warehouse. The other spell that he used was a ‘shadow veil’ spell. This was a common grade spell that allowed him to fade into the shadows. As long as he stayed in them he was practically invisible. Only a person with high perception could see him, which would have to be at least a tier 2 advanced scout.

After the explosion, he plunged his enchanted rapier into the man’s shoulder. He was aiming for the head but the tier 2 rogue was fast to react. He was lucky enough that his weapon had this function. He activated it instantly to produce the internal explosion, the rest was history.

‘Was this just a normal robbery or something else?’

He thought to himself, this felt a bit excessive for a simple thief attack. Did they really have to kill him, they managed to sneak into the building and they didn’t even search it. He watched them move towards his room almost instantly, they were clearly trying to kill him first before doing anything else.

Soon enough more people arrived. The explosion caused quite the commotion so word of this event would be spreading through the city. The thieves guild would also look into this as they lost one of their rogues in what seemed to be an easy mission. The seemingly peaceful city wasn’t looking that safe anymore.