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The Grand Vent Forge burned with the steady breath of the plateau’s veins, but this was no ordinary forging. The Mysterious Ore black-veined, heavy, and humming when struck was lowered into the heart of the forge. Its resonance filled the chamber, vibrating against stone and bone alike, as if it resisted being shaped.
Tahlra stood at the center, her staff pulsing with red light as she and her apprentices channeled the vents’ heat, bending the wild surges into something focused. Sparks leapt in strange patterns when the ore was struck, not scattering but clinging together like stars forming constellations.
The shaft was cut from the strongest stalk of red bamboo, its surface polished and hardened in the forge’s steam until it gleamed with a subtle, living sheen. The bamboo’s natural hollows carried a faint resonance, as if they were reeds waiting for the breath of wind.
At its head, the Mysterious Ore was not shaped into a single, solid piece but drawn into slender hollow rods, hammered carefully until they rang like chimes. Bound together with iron rings and leather lashings, the rods clinked softly when moved, creating shifting tones that seemed to change with every gust of air.
When the staff was first lifted from the boiling pool, a clear, sharp whistle carried across the amphitheater, echoing through the crater as though the wind spirit itself exhaled in approval.
Now, in Aralos’ hands, the staff is never silent. A faint hum thrums within the bamboo shaft, and when the rods catch the breeze, they sing sometimes in eerie whispers, sometimes in bright, bell-like notes, always shifting like the voice of the wind itself.
Crafted Staff of Whispers for Aralos
