Forged in the fires.

[JoshBright 3014]

 

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Self Narrative post, no one will have any info of this irply (expect handing of the bow to his friend and only said person would know)

In the wee hours of the morning, well all slept, a hammer was hard at work in the forge within the heart of Leyu’sil. 

 

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A single man would stand alone surrounded by the fires of the forge and his tools. He felt in control. His mind is unclouded by duties, responsibilities, and pressure. He was in his element, or at least one of them, well he enjoyed the busy rooms of diplomatic meetings or the comfort of a forest, it had been a long time before he truly had been able to do this. Sitting down in a forge, making stuff for his family. 

 

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His mind sharp, cleared of everything else, basking in the flames as he enjoyed himself. Listening to the sound of metal on metal, metal on wood.

 

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He would hum to himself, feeling free, his mind normally having a million thoughts running through it, a million situations, a million tasks, cleared. Yet at the back of his mind something would gnaw at him, a thought, a vision, a dream, something in the making, something he could not, nay, would not ignore, a great darkness, something looming over him, over Celia’nor, over Helious, over his family and friends.

 

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He attempted to push the thought out of his mind as he hummed louder, swinging harder with his hammer as the first creation would be finished, he would take a step back to admire it, a staff of white and blue. He would smile to himself, happy with his creation. He would place it off to the side. Before taking another material, skinning it down before beginning the process once more.

 

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Stirring, Melting, Forging, creating as the process would begin once more.

 

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His thoughts returned to the forge as he hammered away at the material, interlacing it with gold, ferrum and silver. Placing leather over its grip and making carving into the sides. He would hum a tune to himself. His mind then turned to recent events, his wife, kids, grandkids, great-grandkids. He would do this for them, he would work for them, he would craft for them and he would defend them. He would then think of his sisters and parents, wondering how they were doing, what had it been? 200 years since he saw them? His heart twinged a bit, missing them all so. 

 

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A thought would creep into his mind ‘you can’t defend them all.’ he would hammer a few times before it would come again ‘you can’t defend them all.’ he would grit his teeth as he swung the hammer once more ‘you can’t defend them all, you who came from nothing, is nothing, lord of nothing, prince of nothing.’ he said as the self doubt would creep in ‘you couldn’t defend your own son, you could not save your grandson, week, pathic, and what of your land? Lost to the Mori and then monsters.’ he said as he would strike the anvil, missing his work completely, his breathing hard, heavy and fast. Stepping back a foot and dropping the hammer he would close his eyes, taking a deep breath trying to get his breathing under control he would say “I know what I am, what I was, what I will always be and what I must do.” he said as the voice screamed to him “FOOL, What could a washup do, you could not even save your own grandson! You abandoned your family!” he would continue to try and get his breathing under control “I know what I am, who I am. I will not allow you to mock me. I will protect my family” “FOOL!” the voice would yell once more before vanishing from his mind, his face and body breaking out into a cold sweat. Before he would wipe it off and attempt to compose himself once more. “I might be a fool, but I will protect my family, I will not run, I will not hide, you do not control me.” He said before returning to the anvil and picking up his hammer he would strike it once more. 

 

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As his work was now complete, he would walk out and hand his second creation to a friend with a light smile before departing. He needed to get out of the city for a bit, perhaps a hunt would do him some good. He nodded to himself before departing, planning to bring back breakfast for his family. He said calling his horse and grabbing his bow, the first forged, the first heirloom with now two more forged in the fires. He would depart, but he would return by sunrise…

 

Spoiler

Hi all, i wanted to do a cool post for Jarad, something diving into his thoughts and emotions since he tends to never show them too openly. If you made it this far i do hope you enjoyed!

 

[KartoffelZieht 32]

"How strong and skilled my husband is" an elf would think somewhere in celian'or as she finishes putting her little daughter to sleep