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Seren : http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13845118/
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(Story by Koviell Sashermasock)
Some say that a smithing job is a mundane job. Every weapon or armour piece is more than a simple battered metal, it's a masterpiece. Many warriors came by, seeking the talents of the great Seren, myself. Most were rejected because they were too selfish. Those who are driven by their personal ego or evil intentions aren't worthy of one of my creations.
One day, an unusual guy came by, seeking my talent. I thought it would have been a typical day, it wasn't. This is where my story begins…
"No! No! No! No! I don't want those."
"Why not? It must have some value." Says a customer.
"Why would I buy buzzard guts and various animal bones?"
"To cook a soup maybe? I can give you a good price for the lot." Tells the customer.
"I don't want to. Next!"
The customer looks disappointed and walks away. A tough guy comes in after.
"Hey, could you repair this blade I've found? His owner broke it in a battle." Asks the Tough Guy.
"Yes, I could, but I don't want to."
"Why so?" Wonders the Tough Guy.
"It's obviously stolen."
"Well, it's not a stolen weapon if the guy is dead. I'm the owner then." Concludes the Tough Guy.
"… Please leave."
"Look punk, repair this for me and I won't kick your butt right away." Threatens the Though Guy.
"Would you really dare to face an Enchanter?"
He looks at me and, without a word, he leaves in silence. One less bugger today.
"Next!"
A smaller guy comes in. He's wearing a half-plate armour and a helmet covering his fame. His clothes and some pieces of his armour are covered in soot. He has in hand a bag containing something that looks heavy.
"I would request a special weapon; your price is mine." Says the guy in heavy armour.
"Mmm… Give me a sec."
I get to the door and place a closed sign in front of it. I can hear the customers complaining in the line in front of the door. They should leave us alone for some time. I go back in front of the guy in heavy armour. His glowing eyes are looking at me.
"Why would you request a weapon from me?"
"You see, I've been in the darkest places of the known world to acquire this wonderful, yet, dangerous metal." He delicately leaves the bag on the floor and opens it up. There is an ore darker than coal in it. There is a faint red aura around it. "This can only be found in Rasan'in, I don't plan to get back there, so I 'need' an expert for the job." Explains the guy in heavy armour.
"Rasan'in? This is in the Abyss! Who are you supposed to be?"
The guy in heavy armour takes off his helmet to reveal human like traits. He does look like a human, but his skin is red with many black marks, like if he was burned. His eyes are glowing in red and yellow. When he pushed his long black hair away, I can see horns on his head.
"I'm Sir Cassimir of Marsuwar. I was once a servant of the greater good. I died as a martyr. I lived unspeakable horrors in the Nine Hells and I've been given a second chance to serve the greater good, under these traits." Says the guy in heavy armour.
"So after the Nine Hells you went in a trip to the Abyss?"
Sir Cassimir declines by shaking his head.
"Not exactly. I spent many years under these traits in the realm of the livings. I learned in a profane text the existence of an ore that can cut through the essence of a creature non-native from the realm of the livings. This is muoscamian ore; it's a corrupted material when turned into metal, but I could purify it. If we do so, a weapon made of muoscamian could be pretty effective against fiendish creatures." Explains Sir Cassimir.
"Mmm… this sounds a bit dangerous for me."
"It could be." Returns Sir Cassimir.
"I don't think I should do it."
Sir Cassimir looks disappointed.
"It seems that my quest failed. I was seeking the help of an expert, but I won't be mad at you because you declined. In any cases, this ore is yours. I'll travel back to my monastery tomorow. Farewell." Tells Sir Cassimir.
He bows in front of me, put his helm back on before leaving. I'm alone in the forge. I look at the muoscamian ore on the floor. This looks... weird. I've never seen something like this before before. I pick up the ore. It looks very sturdy. Mmm... I may not be able to work with a material like this again. But it looks potentially dangerous... I just need some protection against evil.
Locate... Object... Here you got. Conjure! A little box appears on the counter. I open it and pick a silver ring from it. This should be enough protection. I ignite the forge and start working on a weapon. It took many hours of work, but I had surprising results. I crafted an impressively sharp blade. It is a bit heavy for me, but balanced. The faint red aura is still around the blade.
I take a look outside, the sun rises. Did I just worked the whole night without even noticing? I may have been too focused on this blade. It's... wonderful... I never crafted something like this before... It's more than a master piece... I can't keep this here. I take the sword with me and open up the door... only to face Sir Cassimir.
"I was waiting outside, just in case something wrong happen." Confesses Sir Cassimir.
"This is the best blade I ever made, but somehow, I don't want it anymore."
"I'm sorry, but you're affected by minor corruption. It will fade in a next days. I recommend a good night of sleep." Says Sir Cassimir.
"What about the corruption in the metal?"
"I can lift it right now." He takes a golden symbol with a gauntlet on it and place it over the blade. "Hand of God!" Shouts Sir Cassimir.
The symbol shines and the aura around the blade fades. The sword suddenly becomes very light.
"It's lifted of all his corruption. It's now a blessed blade." Concludes Sir Cassimir.
I look at the blade, it's magnificient.
"I... I gladly offer you this sword Sir Cassimir. May this help you in your battles against the evil beings."
I hand him the sword. He takes it and covers the weapon with his cape.
"I'll use it wisely. I won't forget your help. Now it's time for me to go. Farewell." Tells Sir Cassimir.
"Farewell, Sir Cassimir."
He bows in front of me before walking away to the roads. I hope everything will go well. I won't forget him. Now I really feel... weak. I definitely need to rest. I look around, there are people coming in front of the forge. I go back inside, and leave the closed sign on the door. I can hear the complains of the people outside. I should take this day off and rest. I need to.
Commission for
IesSerenSeren : http://www.furaffinity.net/view/13845118/
Thumbnail : http://www.furaffinity.net/view/14015136/
_____________________________________________
(Story by Koviell Sashermasock)
Some say that a smithing job is a mundane job. Every weapon or armour piece is more than a simple battered metal, it's a masterpiece. Many warriors came by, seeking the talents of the great Seren, myself. Most were rejected because they were too selfish. Those who are driven by their personal ego or evil intentions aren't worthy of one of my creations.
One day, an unusual guy came by, seeking my talent. I thought it would have been a typical day, it wasn't. This is where my story begins…
"No! No! No! No! I don't want those."
"Why not? It must have some value." Says a customer.
"Why would I buy buzzard guts and various animal bones?"
"To cook a soup maybe? I can give you a good price for the lot." Tells the customer.
"I don't want to. Next!"
The customer looks disappointed and walks away. A tough guy comes in after.
"Hey, could you repair this blade I've found? His owner broke it in a battle." Asks the Tough Guy.
"Yes, I could, but I don't want to."
"Why so?" Wonders the Tough Guy.
"It's obviously stolen."
"Well, it's not a stolen weapon if the guy is dead. I'm the owner then." Concludes the Tough Guy.
"… Please leave."
"Look punk, repair this for me and I won't kick your butt right away." Threatens the Though Guy.
"Would you really dare to face an Enchanter?"
He looks at me and, without a word, he leaves in silence. One less bugger today.
"Next!"
A smaller guy comes in. He's wearing a half-plate armour and a helmet covering his fame. His clothes and some pieces of his armour are covered in soot. He has in hand a bag containing something that looks heavy.
"I would request a special weapon; your price is mine." Says the guy in heavy armour.
"Mmm… Give me a sec."
I get to the door and place a closed sign in front of it. I can hear the customers complaining in the line in front of the door. They should leave us alone for some time. I go back in front of the guy in heavy armour. His glowing eyes are looking at me.
"Why would you request a weapon from me?"
"You see, I've been in the darkest places of the known world to acquire this wonderful, yet, dangerous metal." He delicately leaves the bag on the floor and opens it up. There is an ore darker than coal in it. There is a faint red aura around it. "This can only be found in Rasan'in, I don't plan to get back there, so I 'need' an expert for the job." Explains the guy in heavy armour.
"Rasan'in? This is in the Abyss! Who are you supposed to be?"
The guy in heavy armour takes off his helmet to reveal human like traits. He does look like a human, but his skin is red with many black marks, like if he was burned. His eyes are glowing in red and yellow. When he pushed his long black hair away, I can see horns on his head.
"I'm Sir Cassimir of Marsuwar. I was once a servant of the greater good. I died as a martyr. I lived unspeakable horrors in the Nine Hells and I've been given a second chance to serve the greater good, under these traits." Says the guy in heavy armour.
"So after the Nine Hells you went in a trip to the Abyss?"
Sir Cassimir declines by shaking his head.
"Not exactly. I spent many years under these traits in the realm of the livings. I learned in a profane text the existence of an ore that can cut through the essence of a creature non-native from the realm of the livings. This is muoscamian ore; it's a corrupted material when turned into metal, but I could purify it. If we do so, a weapon made of muoscamian could be pretty effective against fiendish creatures." Explains Sir Cassimir.
"Mmm… this sounds a bit dangerous for me."
"It could be." Returns Sir Cassimir.
"I don't think I should do it."
Sir Cassimir looks disappointed.
"It seems that my quest failed. I was seeking the help of an expert, but I won't be mad at you because you declined. In any cases, this ore is yours. I'll travel back to my monastery tomorow. Farewell." Tells Sir Cassimir.
He bows in front of me, put his helm back on before leaving. I'm alone in the forge. I look at the muoscamian ore on the floor. This looks... weird. I've never seen something like this before before. I pick up the ore. It looks very sturdy. Mmm... I may not be able to work with a material like this again. But it looks potentially dangerous... I just need some protection against evil.
Locate... Object... Here you got. Conjure! A little box appears on the counter. I open it and pick a silver ring from it. This should be enough protection. I ignite the forge and start working on a weapon. It took many hours of work, but I had surprising results. I crafted an impressively sharp blade. It is a bit heavy for me, but balanced. The faint red aura is still around the blade.
I take a look outside, the sun rises. Did I just worked the whole night without even noticing? I may have been too focused on this blade. It's... wonderful... I never crafted something like this before... It's more than a master piece... I can't keep this here. I take the sword with me and open up the door... only to face Sir Cassimir.
"I was waiting outside, just in case something wrong happen." Confesses Sir Cassimir.
"This is the best blade I ever made, but somehow, I don't want it anymore."
"I'm sorry, but you're affected by minor corruption. It will fade in a next days. I recommend a good night of sleep." Says Sir Cassimir.
"What about the corruption in the metal?"
"I can lift it right now." He takes a golden symbol with a gauntlet on it and place it over the blade. "Hand of God!" Shouts Sir Cassimir.
The symbol shines and the aura around the blade fades. The sword suddenly becomes very light.
"It's lifted of all his corruption. It's now a blessed blade." Concludes Sir Cassimir.
I look at the blade, it's magnificient.
"I... I gladly offer you this sword Sir Cassimir. May this help you in your battles against the evil beings."
I hand him the sword. He takes it and covers the weapon with his cape.
"I'll use it wisely. I won't forget your help. Now it's time for me to go. Farewell." Tells Sir Cassimir.
"Farewell, Sir Cassimir."
He bows in front of me before walking away to the roads. I hope everything will go well. I won't forget him. Now I really feel... weak. I definitely need to rest. I look around, there are people coming in front of the forge. I go back inside, and leave the closed sign on the door. I can hear the complains of the people outside. I should take this day off and rest. I need to.
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