Lark 2227 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Within the war-torn wasteland of Fringe, a young Raevir stands over a forge in Vekaro, glowing embers swirl around him as he stares into the forge. His young body rugged from rigorous physical training, dark grey eyes full of passion as his gaze drops to the metal in his hand. "Today is day." The young Avgust Steelwall sets the iron in the furnace and pulls hard on a chain attached to a set of billows, sending air into the flames, feeding them so that they grow. The fire responds with eagerness to Avgust's will, stretching its wispy orange arms and letting out a smoky roar as the heat begins to become more intense and the flames grow larger and brighter. His lips part and a light grin appears on his face, the utter fascination of taming flame never ceases as he waits and watches, carefully monitoring the metal as it heats. "Da..good.." Avgust extracts the metal from the ferocious, flaming maw of the forge and heads to the anvil, picking up his father's hammer and looks down upon the heated iron. He shuts his eyes for a moment as he imagines what the product shall be. A bastard sword, the kind his father loved to forge. Avgust's eyes flicker open and he sets his gaze upon the weapon locked in the metal. "Now it begins..I shall be Blacksmith..." Avgust strikes the metal meticulously, as if his life depended on the quality of the product on the anvil. The strike of the hammer echoes throughout Vekaro, a few strelts peeking their heads out windows or alleyways to see what he is making. Avgust continues to shape the metal into the imagined bastard sword, each movement, breath, and strike done with care and precision. After some time had passed, Avgust looks over his work, drenched in sweat from the work. "Da...you shall be...Will of Iron." Let it be known on this day that the legacy of Lark Steelwall continues, for a blacksmith has risen from the ashes. 6 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Parkins 550 Share Posted June 10, 2014 *Swoons* Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Author Share Posted June 10, 2014 ((Lark can you make me some sharpness 2 swords?)) ((Get me a pocket GM and sure)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted June 10, 2014 ((am jeller)) Fumble hopes Avgust uses his invention Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
SodaiKamikaze 652 Share Posted June 10, 2014 Upon hearing of Avgust's sword making, Dared sheds a single tear. "Dey.. grow up.. so fas'...!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Z3r05t4r 855 Share Posted June 11, 2014 Upon hearing of Avgust's sword making, Dared sheds a single tear. "Dey.. grow up.. so fas'...!" "Considering that I have passed on and Avgust holds my legacy." says Silus from heaven. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Snake Plissken 637 Share Posted June 11, 2014 Vulpes Roke continues to carry the long, semi-serrated dirk and steel mace Lark Steelwall had forged him many years earlier in Abresi. The smith's work continues to do it's duty in service to the Empire, even after his death. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Birdwhisperer 1174 Share Posted August 11, 2014 Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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