Editing Setting:Tabula Gloria/Benalor/The World Engine (section)

=Communing with the Mountain=
Neither Morad nor the rest of the College had seen Siev after the presentation. Morad himself was frantically looking throughout the Tower, even on the grounds by the Canis Falls. The old man had accidentally skipped past his name during the credits in his haste, finding himself strapped for time after having to discuss the vocal recognition spell at length. He had wanted to apologize to his colleague, but could not find him the dark of night. No one could. Perhaps he had gone home in a fuss, his residence a few miles to the north of the Tower at the time. Morad could visit him in the morning and apologize there. But when the Senior Shaper reached his home, no one was there. He peered through a broken window and saw that furniture was wrecked and belongings were strewn about. Did Siev get robbed, or worse!? As the community was looking for the young Shaper, he had in fact packed some of his belongings and left his home, disgraced. He was sure that someone would discover his rather vulgar resignation letter from the College, parting himself from the treacherous lot who only wished to use him rather than to embrace him for his contributions to the College and the betterment of Benaloran society. He was headed to the only place in which he could find solace now, the mines of the Grand Mountain Bjalfi.

He had settled into one of the closed mines in which he performed the first experiments on the Work Engines. It was here that he wrote and rewrote the critical vocal recognition spell, over and over, getting the wording absolutely right before he etched it onto the test subject. He managed to do his work despite regiments of the Benaloran '''Mountain Patrol''' checking in and around the mines, Siev having made himself well-acquainted not only with the layout of the mines, but also caverns which criss-crossed through the mountain as a whole. The refining of his work like a dream, much better than planned! The golem followed every one of Siev's commands, much to the amazement of Morad. It had even recognized the inflection in Siev's voice as he demonstrated that even a panicked foreman could shut down the Engine with a desperate shout for it to stop. Just three years ago, those proved to be the best times of Siev's life, realizing that he was truly as talented at Shaping as the College claimed him to be upon earning the title of Master. But now the College had threw him aside, leaving him with only his deactivated companions, slumped heavily and lifelessly against the walls of the mine shaft.

Siev rummaged through the bag he had brought with him, pulling out a moleskin journal, a grin spreading across his face as he looked through the pages. He quickly grabbed his Shaper's tools and approached one of the test subjects. He would spend the next ten years of his life as a self-imposed exile at Bjalfi, perfecting the work he had started. At first, he would combine his vocal recognition spell with a list of keywords etched through the spell to allow for a degree of specialization in the golem's tasks, giving him more control over them and making others unable to give commands unto it. One group of golems would be assigned to gather food and water for him, another would gather materials for him to build a more permanent home, while another would ward off monsters wandering too close to his new home. From there, he would gradually scale the golems, making them larger and larger, making them of more durable materials from the mountain. By the end of the ten years, Siev would grow into a rugged man, confident in his self-dependency, no longer needing the College. Or Benalor, for that matter. He would soon begin the pinnacle of his efforts from that point.