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Started by Ycharley, November 11, 2012, 01:46:12 PM

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Ycharley

Lumina nodded. She would have to get used to the fact that Fen had things he had to do. All the suitors before him were nobility and could put off most things, he on the other hand had an important job to do. She stood soon after he did. She had things she could do to help keep her busy, that wouldn't be a problem. The first thing on her to-do list was figuring out who her enemy was.

Dreamwolf

Fen made his way to his cart, once there he set about forging the first of the swords that had been requested by the Guild. He wasn't often given Guild assignments, but when they came in he could do nothing but do them. The first sword was to be a long sword for a young soldier with a noble benefactor.

The forge burning hot he set to work shaping the steel and iron rods he would use for the double bladed weapon.

Ycharley

Lumina walked to her magic room, she figured she had enough to start scribing for her enemy, or maybe some premonition spells. She could still see her enemies face vividly in her mind. She sat in her study chair in the room, leaning back in the chair pensively. She wondered if she should meditate on the idea, her goddess usually answered her thoughts when she meditated. But what if whatever had the man blocked her capability, she sighed deeply, grabbing a book and starting the read the old text.

Dreamwolf

Fen set the sword aside when the towns blacksmith came and asked for help with a sudden request for a plow. All the iron at the blacksmiths shop was spoken for and the plow needed to be finished so that the farmer who needed it could back back to the fields. Fen opened a large drawer on his cart and pulled out an old, but serviceable plow.

"Have him use this, I've requested an order of iron and steel from the Guild and it should arrive in a few days, once it comes I'll let you know and you can come and get some." Fen picked up the sword he had so diligently been working on, the blade was coming in fine, but the hard steel was proving a bit denser than originally planned. The blade would need more work to fit the pommel that had been sent. "And ask your son's friends if they'd like to help out again, the guild asked me to forge a few swords to be shipped to some nobleman or another."