Sao Blacksmith Romane & Geschichten

(Carn Furry) Furry took a chance before we were seated to swiftly introduced the Old bulky full beard man to me. The man looked really menacing, but at the same time carries a calming aura, kinda like a hidden master. I casted an [Appraisal] secretly on him, and finds out that he is a Grandmaster Blacksmith, a 55 years old half Dwarven and a Threat Level 4 fighter. “Greeting, your Excellency President..Carlos Manuel, at your service..”. (Carlos Manuel)

Hrodgar’s smile was beatific. Kemp and Kenward walked through the city and towards the industrial side of town where the loud metal smiths and smelly tanners worked. They found one of the larger blacksmiths that had been recommended to them and owned by a man called Farsh. He was not the Master Smith but well respected. Farsh wore a thick leather apron covered in burn spots. A tunic of the same thick leather covered his torso and left his huge arms bare. His arms were enormous, as with most men in that trade, and the arms were also covered in thick, matted hair, much like those of some type of large apes seen in travelling side shows.

Naraja was just about to open his mouth to take control of the conversation again, but was unable too because the mysterious black figure swung its index finger in a slow carefree charismatic motion back n' forth and opened its mouth and said: ???: "Tsk tsk, patience is a virtue Na~r~aja. Buuuut, anywho to answer your greedy-ass buttload of questions. Hmmmm.. I cannot tell you about who I am, what I am, yourself, or these people and that dog that lay here today, and also this place of where you are is something that I cannot tell you as well. Sorry~."

“King Drake won’t allow anyone to spar with his mate, so it’s the first time I’ve had a chance to see how well I would do against a Guardian. The rumors of your strength and speed were not exaggerated.” When we turn to go inside, I realize that every warrior stayed to watch. They all begin clapping as Kieran walks over to me. “That was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating.” “Are you going to stop holding back on me now?” I ask him. He narrows his eyes at me. “How did you know I was holding back?” “I’ve been sparring with my father and brothers for years. They don’t hold back and as I said, Samson is as strong or stronger than my father’s wolf which makes you nearly as strong as the son of

It took me hours to create this masterpiece. Next up was a set of Sai. I had never made a weapon like this before either. I combined obsidian and adamantine, creating these weapons. I wasn’t keen on making this weapon, but it was a necessity. If there were Gods or Goddesses that were trying to uproot the balance of nature, I had to act in accordance with balance as my goal. The sharp stiletto blade of the Sai could pierce through any man-made armor and most god-made armor. It was stronger than most things I had made myself.

[System Message: You have watched Old Copper's display of the hammering technique ] [Due to your affinity for blacksmithing from the 'Crafting Master' Class, you have learned the skill ].

“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

The man trails off looking at Sao intensely. Sao looks like a head lights struck deer at the moment. His heart picks pace. But he composes himself and give off confidence to confuse any doubts anyone may have about him. "Is he a sorcerer? " Pento asks . "Yeah why are you looking at him like that? " Winter asks too. Lea wants to defend Sao but it's like she doesn't have anything to say. All she could do is open her mouth and look at the others with panicked eyes. "Why would you think I'm a sorcerer ?I'm only asking about the stone because he said it's the nearest the rooster came to it. Do you think it swallowed it and that's why they say the tattoo swallows people? " Sao stirs the conversati

(Adelaide & Caelum) The rest of the crossing blurred into magma, heat, and distance. They passed more camps, more functioning forges, more trenches where glowing weapons were lowered into channels of treated slag and contract-brine so that molten sigils hissed into permanence along steel. Adelaide watched one smith draw a blade from a quenching trough and hold it up, the infernal script still glowing cherry-red along its length before the light faded to black metal. There was something disturbingly beautiful about it, the way purpose itself seemed forged into the weapon.

Instead of biting Ambrose's head off, Sephora returned her attention back to the blacksmith. "How did you do that? Is that your Soulborn power?" She asked him inquisitively. The blacksmith bowed his head, "Indeed it is, my Lady. My Soulborn power allows me to manipulate metal in any way I wish." "A very rare gift." Ambrose cut in. The blacksmith bowed again, in thanks. "What is your name?" Sephora inquired, looking at the male with a new lease of respect. The blacksmith straightened and gave her a kind smile,