Blacksmith Rhyme Kingdom Come Novels & Stories

Guards rushed to beat out the cinders that clung to the King's clothin "A sword of fire!" shouted Commander Benar. 'A sword of fire! It burns! It burns! A sword of fire A ragged wave of shouts gave answer, just as Ezekiel's glove began to smolder. Cursing, the king thrust the point of the sword into the damp earth and beat out the flames against his le "Lord, cast your light upon us!" His wife Myra called ou "For the night is dark and full of terrors," Sryrn and her queen's men replie

Wearing only thin clothes, barefoot. “Welcome to the Kingdom of Voneveir!” That voice was so familiar in his ears. Alexis can never be wrong about it. It was his son, Allan. "Your Majesty, Do you have any last words for your people?" Being humiliated like a criminal who purged innocents, does he really deserve to receive such disgrace? “Your homeland whom you loved…” Remembering every sleepless night he had in order to manage every problem his kingdom is facing… “… your people whom you cherished… “

I barked, waving my hand dismissively toward the heavy iron doors. They did not say another word, filing out of the room in hurried silence. Once the heavy oak doors clicked shut, I stood up and walked down the spiraling stone stairs into the dark, sweltering heat of the castle's underground armory. The sharp, bitter scent of molten metal, coal dust, and hot ash filled my lungs as the master blacksmith looked up from his glowing anvil, setting his heavy iron hammer aside. "Alpha," the master blacksmith greeted respectfully, wiping thick black soot and sweat from his forehead with a rag. "What do you require from the forge today?"

Choose long-term survival. Slowly, his hands trembling with a mix of rage and something he couldn't name, Nikos knelt. He reached out, his fingers fumbling with the heavy leather laces of the King’s boots. The physical proximity was overwhelming. He could smell the King—a mix of expensive cedar, iron, and the cold remnants of the rain. As he worked on the second boot, Andreas spoke, his voice vibrating through the air above Nikos’s head. "You’re doing well, Nikos. Better than I expected. Most of your kind would have spat in my face by now."

The First King lifted his hand. The air changed. A vision appeared above us. A younger Moon Kingdom. Whole. Beautiful. Thousands of years younger than the kingdom I knew. Then flames erupted. People ran through the streets. Children screamed. Warriors fought shadows. And at the center stood a young man wearing a silver crown. Kael stared at him. “That…” His voice broke. “That man looks like me.” The First King nodded. “He should.” I looked between them. “Who is he?” “The first King of Blackthorne.”

Rune The air around Embereign is thick with the smell of charred wood, molten rock, and despair. The once-glorious Kingdom of Fire had been gutted, like a hunter’s prey. It isn’t the fire of home and hearth, of passion and warmth, but the fire of destruction, of a kingdom on the brink of collapse. It clawed at my senses, but I pushed through as I walked with the men who have become closer to me than any brother.

I know the forests like I know the back of my hand. In the north, there is my Tiger Claw's kingdom of Bellechester. Called the iron kingdom, their fat old king sits his lazy ass upon an iron throne. The most abundant element in Bellechester is without a doubt their metals. The "Forked Sword" is the most desirable sword in all of the four kingdoms. It has three times the strength of a normal sword and cuts the three times deeper. The iron kingdom is also fond of using their three-pronged tridents, wielded out of the strongest iron to skewer three men at once.

The afternoon sun warmed the earth with its gentle rays and a soft breeze, made it the perfect day for walking. The savage-looking Zinjo and his wife to be Princess Aurelia entered the Dame of Flame blacksmith shop. Hammer struck steel, the smell of charcoal and smoke, gave the shop an industrious feel. Armor stands with completed suits of armor, weapons of all descriptions hung on the wall. In a glass case lay a pair of swords. Aurelia studied the flawless metal and admired the curvature of the blade. Aurelia looked over at her big companion, "Well what is the quality here like?"

The Kingdom of Summer celebrated the Summer Solstice, thanking the Mother for the long days, as the sun shone more and more, and the people sacrificed two days of their lives to dance, celebrate, and honor the Mother. The Kingdom of Autumn celebrated Autumn Day at the end of October, illuminating their kingdom with lanterns depicting the Mother, offering a large amount of crops, and presenting the softest, most finely made blankets. The Kingdom of Spring celebrated Spring Day in late March, where the king used his powers to make everything bloom abundantly, offering a lamb and a large oak tree as signs of their gratitude. I closed the book and sat up. My head couldn’t take in any more inform

People came away from the spot with strips, slabs and gong mallets of meat, occasionally hung on wooden sticks perched on their shoulders. It was brought to Aki and Temujin’s attention that the village blacksmith had begun working on the armor they requested, as soon as he had received the pieces of dragon scale. The intriguing craftsman who had knowledge of fire applications wouldn’t be joining the festivities planned for the night, they were also told, in order to meet the deadline of three days or earlier.