The Hermit Blacksmith

[Lark 2227]

 

Lark stood looking out the window in his quarters in the Kraltan smithy, moonlight casing a glow over village.. Crickets chirped in the dead of night, the background of sound completed by

late night gambling and chatter by the strelesy. Lark turned and glanced at the leatherbound ledger

that lay on his desk. The contents were that of farewell and of sorrow. He walked over to his desk and

felt the rough spruce wood, ale stains dotting the desk from when he spilled his tankard. So many memories had been made in Kralta, good and bad. He shook his head, knowing that his time was done, a new chapter of his life was to be made for staying in Kralta would only lead to his demise. 

Lark made his way downstairs, the soft thud of his footsteps stirred Kord, who looked down from his

bunk in the lofts, he rubbed his eyes wearily and called out, "Papa? Where are you going?"

Lark looked up at his son, regret upon his face, "I am leaving Kord. My time is done 'ere...but yours

'as just begun. Lorik will watch over ya'. 'e is a good strelt." He paused, wiping a tear from his eye, "Grow up ta' be a good lad alright?" Kord, now aware of what was going on nodded slowly, sniffling he simply waved goodbye and pulled the cover over and went back to sleep. 

 

Lark took a cloak hanging near the door and put it on, drawing the hood up he opened the

door, the crisp Kraltan night bringing his every breathe into view. With a sack over his shoulder

and Free Bird in its sheathe he walked to his donkey and rode off into the night, never to be seen again.

 

 

Several months later....

 

 

A shaggy, worn looking man walked into a bustling New Abresi, he held a lead with a annoyed mule

pulling along a medium sized cart, it had boards on all sides, but the clinking and clanking

drew the attention of various types, hearing the possibility of metal goods. The man stopped

in the middle of the New Abresi market square and tied the mule to a post. He walked over to

his cart and kicked it, the boards fell down immediately, revealing a wide assortment of

weaponry and armor, ranging from vicious and brutal blades to beautifully decorated and tough looking armor. An odd trait about all of them, if someone were to inspect every single ware on the cart, as that they had a single hand open with the middle finger missing. Some people remarked that it

was an odd symbol, a hand with four fingers.

 

One young lad, a novice soldier air about him approached the cart kicker and pointed to the symbol on one of the swords and asked, "Oi, old man! Whats the deal with the symbol? Some sort of cultist or somethin'?" The lad puffed up his chest as he stood there waiting for an answer.

 

The man chuckled quietly and shook his head, he simply said, "Is my name lad, I figure people should know who made te' sword." 

 

The lad backed up a bit, startled by the answer and rebuttled, "Your name? All I see is a hand with four fingers! What are you playing at?!" As he said this, a crowd began to form, wondering if the usual

Abresi fight was about to happen.

 

The man simply shook his head and said, "Nae, is not my fault if ya' cannae see. Probably shouldn't buy my wares then."  He looked down to his left arm and began pulling up the sleeve.

 

The lad glared at him and held up his index finger to his face, "See what!? The four fingers? Or are you just a crazy old-" The lad stood speechless as the man held up his left hand, the middle finger was missing, just like the symbol. He laughed loudly as the lad stood speechless for a few moments.

 

When the lad regained his composure, he began fumbling around for his coin purse. He removed 80 mina from it and held it out and spoke sheepishly, "I'll take the spiked mace..erm.."

 

The man chucked as he rolled his sleeve back down and took the mace off the cart rack and handed it to the lad, "Call me Four Fingers lad." He plucked the 80 mina from the lad's hand and tossed it in the air and caught it, chuckling as he removed a sword and began polishing it.

 

And so began the tale of the Hermit Blacksmith, 'Four Fingers'

 

 

((Not a new character, just a new chapter for my character, Lark now goes by Four Fingers and you can find him if you look around hard enough. Cart trails..signs of a path being used..that sort of thing. 

I look forward to some interesting RP with whoever finds me by accident..or by stalking me.))

[dude 230]

((Lorik thinks the music and post is pretty awesome.))

[CombatRolePlay 1863]

((what'll happen to my char whos gonna work for you now? XD ))

[Moot 1719]

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