Cydnar
10-12-10, 04:56 AM
Cydnar walked with a strong conviction and determined bounce in his step. When things needed to be done, he had been taught, you had to rise to the occasion and do it yourself. In a world of war, struggle and moral turbulence, there was no other way, no other opportunity, no denying the course of action.
In his recent spate of conflicts, his tools, once poignant reminders of his title amongst his people, had been tried and shown to be wanting. If he was to battle the darkest of foes and split asunder the world to walk to other realms, he would require stronger metals, brighter enchantments, more robust defences. He walked, as a part of this new desire, into the blacksmith few did not know in Donnalaich and set his blades crossed over one another on the counter as a form of announcing his arrival.
"Good day sir, I have come to discuss enchantment, reforging and the reconstruction of damaged goods," he tapped his hauberk in several places, where Niddhogg's maw had shattered his bones before his revival. "Tell me your trade and I shall relish in the purchase!"
In his recent spate of conflicts, his tools, once poignant reminders of his title amongst his people, had been tried and shown to be wanting. If he was to battle the darkest of foes and split asunder the world to walk to other realms, he would require stronger metals, brighter enchantments, more robust defences. He walked, as a part of this new desire, into the blacksmith few did not know in Donnalaich and set his blades crossed over one another on the counter as a form of announcing his arrival.
"Good day sir, I have come to discuss enchantment, reforging and the reconstruction of damaged goods," he tapped his hauberk in several places, where Niddhogg's maw had shattered his bones before his revival. "Tell me your trade and I shall relish in the purchase!"