The Forge Nornir Chest Novels & Stories

“The workers in the factory had told me about it too. In the past, a dwarven blacksmith created a collection of equipment meant to take down the Scarlett King and his elite soldiers. From history, a certain Hero was supposed to have all of them on him. These equipment are called the Celestial Gears. Made from top quality material and enhanced by the best mages in the world before being turned into equipment.” “Whoa~ I never heard of that.” Matthew said in astonishment. “There were twelve pieces in total. However, after the war, only seven remained. The Necklace of Miracle, Jingu Bang-the magic staff, Kebalia- the toughest armour, Gram- the sharpest sword, Garuda’s Bow, the Chaos Orb, and the

And wept. In Caer Torath, a fortress among peaks, a soldier woke screaming. His sword, polished daily, lay beside him rusted. And where a blade-scar had stretched across his side for years, now pulsed a faint sigil, the rune of the Crownless Flame. He touched it with trembling fingers and whispered, “She forgave me.” And in Ilyen, standing atop the ridge where she’d once watched her parents buried beneath frost, young Neris felt her stone, the one she'd carried since childhood, flare.

We said goodbye and I headed to the address Nick had texted me. As I walked into the shop a friendly gentleman greeted me. “Miss Clarke, Mr. Thorn said to expect you.” “He did,” I sounded surprised. “I have the bottles ready for you.” We walked over to the counter, and he showed me the bottles. First was Chateau Montelena chardonnay and the second was a bottle of Macallan 18-year-old double cask whiskey. I nodded, not having a clue. I watched as he boxed the bottles up and placed a gift ribbon around each of them.