Castle Crashers Blacksmith Novels & Stories

[It's a blacksmith! Will started observing the shop from the outside. The back of the shop had a stone wall with a small forge and a chimney. By the smithy was an old man, almost two meters tall. He was very muscular, but also had a very fat protruding belly. He had some patches of beard and hair here and there, but most of it seemed to have been burned off due to occupational hazards. Next to him was a young man, he couldn't be older than fourteen. He was much shorter than the middle aged man, and a lot skinnier too. The boy looked exhausted, but was hammering away at a piece of iron over a large semi-rusted anvil.

"Don't you think you've gotten yourself into the wrong place if you just wanted to cause trouble?" "Oh, so you're saying you're not going to pay us?" Caleb smiled coolly. "So that's why they call you the Blackmoon Traders—you're a black company!" The geezer began, "And what you gonna do about—" He stopped himself as he realized he had just made a mistake, but four flying swords had already shot out! Shunk! Bang! They violently pierced his collarbone and his legs, nailing him to the wall behind with a thunderous rumble.

he confessed as he faced down. "I am sorry," she apologized again as he just nodded. "It is okay!" He glanced at Oscar who was pacing up and down restlessly. "So, why did you go there? What did you discover? Anything new?" He inquired. "Yeah. Those blacksmiths were making weapons, different sizes. But I do not know why they are making it. I am a bit confused" she said. "Weapons?" He became more interested now. "Yeah! Weapons. A lot of them" she added.

“Yeah, I get it. There are a lot of religions out there. To each their own.” I need to distract this guy before he has more questions. “Hey how did you know about that stuff… gallium?” “I’m a blacksmith by trade, so I handle a lot of metals. Work has been drying up a bit. People don’t need chain mail and close contact weapons like they used to. I got into tech, so that helped me learn how to do a lot of handy man stuff. I came to visit my nephew here in Oregon for a few months. He’s a doctor at a private hospital in town. He found out about this job and recommended it to me. It’s been going well… mostly…” He tries to avoid looking at Zara, who is stretching up to write near the top of the bo

“Crane… I’ve heard that name. Industrial magnate. Used to run steel plants outside the city. Ruthless.” Elara nodded slowly. “He’s not rebuilding Cassidy’s empire. He’s claiming it.” They left the ruins before the firemen arrived. By then, the flames had begun to eat away the last of the evidence, but the message had already been sent. The Black Sun was not a rumor anymore. It was the next shadow stretching toward Garden Metro. The first weeks after the foundry attack were worse than any siege. Trade routes were hit. Supply shipments vanished. Merchants fled under cover of night. Those who stayed behind spoke of strange, disciplined raiders — men in black masks, moving with military precisio

Mira got out of the Jeep along with Griffin. “Miss Red, it was good to see you again,” The older man greeted her. To the others, he was just an old man working with the outlaws. To those who knew him, he was a well-known businessman. They called him ‘The Blacksmith’. Nobody knew his real background or real name. He designed, created, and supplied weapons—guns, bow and arrow, swords and anything that made it into a killing tool. He did this for the right price. Nobody did a free job anymore because everything was a business.

’ Tyr walked all the way to the front, eventually arriving at the Iron Atelier. The Cooter Armor was forged in the atelier in the past, but now the entire atelier had collapsed. In the meantime, the massive Black Turtle statue in front of the atelier was blown to bits. The Scylla’s head, which was hovering above the Black Cooter, was severed. The Black Cooter’s body was completely cracked underneath, looking quite pathetic and sad.

she felt so much offended by the choice of the crowd and planning to order now But before she shouts, a man from the building showed himself, wearing black Sando, black tattered slacks and coat, wrap around his waist; wielding a head size hammer. The man spoke and with his threatening words made everyone feels suffocated. “try to pull your trigger and every one of you will die”. wearing his usual smile sarcastically. The man was their only blacksmith. The creator of their weapons! PHIL!

He didn’t expect him to be her ‘Brother’. As they went to the back room, three alchemy stoves were set out on the table. They were different in size and worn out. One of them seemed particularly shabby compared to the others—it was missing a leg. It looked like something from the garbage bin. “What’s with this? How could you sell such trash?” “Tobias, when did you start selling scrap metal, huh?”

Remuel held the sword from its handle for them to better admire the blade. “You mean Enzir is here?” asked Casser. “Yes, along with his trusted keeper of secrets, that Lankko,” replied Remuel. Casser rubbed his chin as he admired the sword that he was being shown. “I have to admire the craftsmanship of the blacksmith, such intricate details carved into the hilt and onto the blade itself,” remarked Casser. “Yes, and it’s remarkably light. You want to try it?” Remuel offered the sword to Casser, handle first.