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negal112 · 05-05-2009, 11:12 AM

Daniel started to laugh, "aye, i'm a farmer friend!! but i was also one of the best blacksmiths in my village many a year ago." daniel took another mouthfull of wine, after savouring the flavor for a few moments before he swallow it.

"I was in the towns local militia for many years, it was the only way i could make money as a blacksmith. repairing the old weapons and armour, making new ones when needed." he chuckled a bit at his next thought, what was good for the town wasn't good for him. "but then......the mine open, we had a gold mine that is estimated to last us for hundreds of years, add our already thriving iron and coal mines and you have yourself a fast growing town. a town that grew too fast, forced out of my shop by younger more skilled blacksmiths, i was forced to live on my family farm and start farming again."

he decided to reach behind him for his prized possesion, it was a cloth that had something in it. Opening the cloth you could see a longsword, the sword had a handle made of gold, with a steel and leather grip. The sword hilt had various jewels in it, and the blade shone like a polished mirror. "this blade, was my finest creation. This and 2 others competed from the various blacksmiths to build a royal sword for the royal family."

Cybalt · 05-05-2009, 01:11 PM

Mark stared in wonder at the finely crafted sword.

"It is the most beautiful blade I have ever seen..." He trailed off looking up and down its brilliant surface. He set his cup down, leaning forward to get a closer look at it.

"My father had many weapons in case was came his way, but I dare say none come close to comparing to this."

"Are you going to deliver it to someone? Or 'saving it for a special occasion'?"

kain222 · 05-05-2009, 03:14 PM

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Originally Posted by squall89

After the speech that was given to Karth and the fifteen others, he did not know whether to rejoice or to feel terrible, after killing men.. was it something to pride over?

He than shook his head and decided to continue serving his country and taking in the compliments recieved from the high ranking officers. He made his way to the barracks and sat where Duralist was and glanced at his wounds.

"Amazing... after that long battle and with deep wounds...here you are...alive... it seems faith has something planned for you.. "

(( Sorry, been a tad occupied. And it's Dralist, not Duralist :P ))

Dralist blinked, seeming out of it. He peered at Karth in a searching manner. "Faith? Gods man. If faith was trueley guiding me, it wouldn't place me in a suicidal defense in the first place. I killed plenty of the whoresons, though." He nodded, "If faith guides a man's blade well, then I guess you could say so. Though I feel weak, I have a broken rib and my left arm burns like hell. Atleast it isn't young."

Dralist slid the mug to Karth, smirking. "Drink? And it's certainly not water." Letting out a half-hearted chuckle, he grabbed a piece of bread on his table and chomped into it. Chewing warily, his eyes showing trouble.

squall89 · 05-06-2009, 02:50 AM

As Karth Peered into the cup of what he thinks to be alcohol.. he grasped the cup and before putting his lips over the edge of the cup he gave a small hesitated smile to Dralist and than took a large gulp of the drink

Seconds later, Karth covered his mouth and let out large coughs, and began to turn red at the face.. "Sorry about that... Im not used to drinking..." He than set the cup down... ".. So... when do you think we will sent back..?" Karth asked in a serious manner..

kain222 · 05-06-2009, 05:57 AM

Dralist chuckled, motioning to the cup. "They call it Lethavian fire." He stated, nodding, before raising an eyebrow. "Sent back? We'll be sent to hold Skultik, I think. I overheard Karnak talking about it. Having the 'Heroes of...'"

Dralist blinked.

"What was the name of this fortress again? Hah! 'Heroes of the Desolate Fortress in the middle of nowhere.', if only they knew that i'm not that heroic." He stated, winching as a bit of blood seeped from his shoulder-wound. "I really need to stop moving that..." He muttered.

negal112 · 05-06-2009, 08:07 PM

Daniel grinned at Mark, "no my friend, my blade was considered a failure and wasn't good enough to be presented to the royal family." he had a huge smile as he passed the blade to Mark, "Now imagine how beautiful the blade that won was, and that my son blade was the blade that won that title." he started to chuckle looking at Mark before he took another gulp from his drink.

Cybalt · 05-06-2009, 08:17 PM

Markem blinked in disbelief. As he took, and studied the sword.

"This was the one that... lost?"

Several moments of silence passes as he tried, and failed at, imagining what the winning sword looked like.

"Your son must truly be a master craftsman..." He finally responded, looking at his reflection in the blade.

negal112 · 05-08-2009, 07:07 PM

Daniel chuckled, " he is no master, but he is highly skilled at what he does." Daniel took another sip of his wine, looking at Mark he grinned, "that blade is ownerless, seeing as a good weapon would do you well, i think you should have it."

Daniel grabed his basterd sword, "this basterd sword, may not be the most beautiful sword i ever made, but even that blade can't stand up to this." The basterd sword was clearly old and worn, but the blade had a unique sharpness to it that never goes away, "this blade is made out of compounded steel, with several other minerals and jewels making it a blade that doesn't rust, and never dulls." sighing he compared the two swords, one was the most beautiful and his finest creation, the other was strictly a weapon of war. "both of them cost me a fortune to make, and both were rejected by the palace as weapons worthy for our army and royals."

Cybalt · 05-13-2009, 04:08 AM

Markem almost dropped the sword at the sound of the words: "I think you should have it."

He studdered multiple times, attepmting to form his incredible appreciation into words. But words failed him, and he gazed upon the sword as if it's splender increased ten fold. The world seemed to blur, dispite what the higher authorities might say, it was a king's sword for Markem. Perhaps even the first pice of his tresury, if he could ever lay claim on his fathers land.

He looked up at Daniel, mouth still gapeing and attempting to form words of gratitude.

Finaly fed up with the vain attempt at words, Mark expressed himself by simply bowing his head.

((Sorry about the delay. Been realy buisy lately.))

05-06-2009, 05:57 AM	#65 (permalink)
kain222 Firor's Fury Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: Swanage, in Dorset. Posts: 3,043 Reputation: 94	Dralist chuckled, motioning to the cup. "They call it Lethavian fire." He stated, nodding, before raising an eyebrow. "Sent back? We'll be sent to hold Skultik, I think. I overheard Karnak talking about it. Having the 'Heroes of...'" Dralist blinked. "What was the name of this fortress again? Hah! 'Heroes of the Desolate Fortress in the middle of nowhere.', if only they knew that i'm not that heroic." He stated, winching as a bit of blood seeped from his shoulder-wound. "I really need to stop moving that..." He muttered. __________________

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05-05-2009, 11:12 AM	#61 (permalink)
negal112 Master Chief's Windex Join Date: Sep 2008 Posts: 86 Reputation: 13	Daniel started to laugh, "aye, i'm a farmer friend!! but i was also one of the best blacksmiths in my village many a year ago." daniel took another mouthfull of wine, after savouring the flavor for a few moments before he swallow it. "I was in the towns local militia for many years, it was the only way i could make money as a blacksmith. repairing the old weapons and armour, making new ones when needed." he chuckled a bit at his next thought, what was good for the town wasn't good for him. "but then......the mine open, we had a gold mine that is estimated to last us for hundreds of years, add our already thriving iron and coal mines and you have yourself a fast growing town. a town that grew too fast, forced out of my shop by younger more skilled blacksmiths, i was forced to live on my family farm and start farming again." he decided to reach behind him for his prized possesion, it was a cloth that had something in it. Opening the cloth you could see a longsword, the sword had a handle made of gold, with a steel and leather grip. The sword hilt had various jewels in it, and the blade shone like a polished mirror. "this blade, was my finest creation. This and 2 others competed from the various blacksmiths to build a royal sword for the royal family."

05-05-2009, 01:11 PM	#62 (permalink)
Cybalt Orc's Breathmint Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: Jackson, TN. Posts: 108 Reputation: 10	Mark stared in wonder at the finely crafted sword. "It is the most beautiful blade I have ever seen..." He trailed off looking up and down its brilliant surface. He set his cup down, leaning forward to get a closer look at it. "My father had many weapons in case was came his way, but I dare say none come close to comparing to this." "Are you going to deliver it to someone? Or 'saving it for a special occasion'?"

05-06-2009, 02:50 AM	#64 (permalink)
squall89 Banned Join Date: Jun 2006 Posts: 379 Reputation: 12	As Karth Peered into the cup of what he thinks to be alcohol.. he grasped the cup and before putting his lips over the edge of the cup he gave a small hesitated smile to Dralist and than took a large gulp of the drink Seconds later, Karth covered his mouth and let out large coughs, and began to turn red at the face.. "Sorry about that... Im not used to drinking..." He than set the cup down... ".. So... when do you think we will sent back..?" Karth asked in a serious manner..

05-06-2009, 08:07 PM	#66 (permalink)
negal112 Master Chief's Windex Join Date: Sep 2008 Posts: 86 Reputation: 13	Daniel grinned at Mark, "no my friend, my blade was considered a failure and wasn't good enough to be presented to the royal family." he had a huge smile as he passed the blade to Mark, "Now imagine how beautiful the blade that won was, and that my son blade was the blade that won that title." he started to chuckle looking at Mark before he took another gulp from his drink.

05-06-2009, 08:17 PM	#67 (permalink)
Cybalt Orc's Breathmint Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: Jackson, TN. Posts: 108 Reputation: 10	Markem blinked in disbelief. As he took, and studied the sword. "This was the one that... lost?" Several moments of silence passes as he tried, and failed at, imagining what the winning sword looked like. "Your son must truly be a master craftsman..." He finally responded, looking at his reflection in the blade.

05-08-2009, 07:07 PM	#68 (permalink)
negal112 Master Chief's Windex Join Date: Sep 2008 Posts: 86 Reputation: 13	Daniel chuckled, " he is no master, but he is highly skilled at what he does." Daniel took another sip of his wine, looking at Mark he grinned, "that blade is ownerless, seeing as a good weapon would do you well, i think you should have it." Daniel grabed his basterd sword, "this basterd sword, may not be the most beautiful sword i ever made, but even that blade can't stand up to this." The basterd sword was clearly old and worn, but the blade had a unique sharpness to it that never goes away, "this blade is made out of compounded steel, with several other minerals and jewels making it a blade that doesn't rust, and never dulls." sighing he compared the two swords, one was the most beautiful and his finest creation, the other was strictly a weapon of war. "both of them cost me a fortune to make, and both were rejected by the palace as weapons worthy for our army and royals."

05-13-2009, 04:08 AM	#69 (permalink)
Cybalt Orc's Breathmint Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: Jackson, TN. Posts: 108 Reputation: 10	Markem almost dropped the sword at the sound of the words: "I think you should have it." He studdered multiple times, attepmting to form his incredible appreciation into words. But words failed him, and he gazed upon the sword as if it's splender increased ten fold. The world seemed to blur, dispite what the higher authorities might say, it was a king's sword for Markem. Perhaps even the first pice of his tresury, if he could ever lay claim on his fathers land. He looked up at Daniel, mouth still gapeing and attempting to form words of gratitude. Finaly fed up with the vain attempt at words, Mark expressed himself by simply bowing his head. ((Sorry about the delay. Been realy buisy lately.))