Cyre

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Sundrie stands in his workshop, his cold metallic hands flying across the work-table. Laid before him are large sheets of a dull grey metal, multiple clear crystalline orbs, an assortment of small tubes, and various metallurgy tools. He steps back and crouches under the work-table. Sundrie pulls out a humanoid sized metal cast, placing it on the table beside the assortment of items. He lays a sheet of the metallic alloy against the cast, aligning the alloy with the depressions in the cast before stepping back.

"Ash, it is time for you to do your part."

The fiery Construct walks toward the table, nodding to Sundrie as he does. Ash places his hands on the metal, casting a bright orange glow across the room. The Construct slowly runs his hands over the sheet of metal, pushing the sheet to fit inside of the large mold. Ash finishes the deed and steps back with a satisfied look upon his face, the newly melded metal within the cast glowing bright orange.

Sundrie steps forward once more, running his hands over the glowing-hot metal. The metal cooling into a more solid state at his touch. The icy Construct expertly begins to place orbs within the humanoid mold, each fitting perfectly in place with a satisfying 'Clink!'. Sundrie runs the thin tubes between each of the orbs, the tubes melding into place on the body of the orb once connected. Once the final orb is in place, Sundrie reaches below the table once more and hefts the second part of the mold onto the table. This half of the mold features two frontal holes: a large bowling-ball sized hole in the center of the chest, and two smaller holes in the facial area, seemingly for the eyes.

Sundrie fits another sheet of metal into the second mold, stepping back once more. He gestures to Ash who steps up to the work-table to meld the metal once more. Ash quickly and expertly conforms the metal to its cast, the orange glow once more filling the room. Ash steps back, Sundrie quickly filling his place at the work-table to cool the metal. Sundrie connects the two halves of the mold, nodding in approval at the handiwork. Sundrie retrieves two grey crystals from a pouch sitting on the work-table, meticulously fitting them into place within the eye-sockets of the mold. Sundrie steps back, examining the mold.

"Ash, begin filling the mold."

Ash stands the mold straight up, holding a large cube of alloy above a small opening in the top of the mold. The metal quickly begins to melt and seep into the mold. Sundrie turns to a large metal crate, slowly extracting the large grey orb from within. The orb hums slightly, giving the faint signs of energy.

"The consciousness I have been cultivating is finally being put to use. A Forge-master will be borne from this coalition of consciousness and body. Though he is something more, much more."

Ash finishes filling the mold with liquid metal, placing the cap upon the top of the mold and setting the now-full cast back onto the worktable.

"Time for the final step, eh Sundrie?"

Sundrie nods, stepping forward to the table one last time. The cold Construct places the final piece into the mold, the orb held in his hands. The orb sets into place, growing blindingly bright for a moment before returning to its natural steely glow. Sundrie runs his hands over the top of the mold for a final time, cooling the last of metal filling with his cold touch. Sundrie finishes the task and cracks open the mold, a newly forged Construct lying within. The new Construct sits up, his eyes glowing the color of a finely crafted sword.

"Welcome to the land of the living, Cyre: Construct of the Forge."

Cyre has since set out by himself, creating the faction Fabrorum, which was renamed Calcifex as Cyre started building Talazar, a city in the making.

Cyre recently spoke with Cavilon and discovered that Cavilon could not sense Akwal among the waves anymore. Searching for him, Cyre tried contacting Akwal at his seas, then a shrine\e dedicated to him, then finally Cyre made his way to his Temple, all in vain. Speaking with Cavilon once more, Cyre has set out to spread the word that Akwal is missing, especially among those of his fold.