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  • A Blacksmith's Workings II

    18th of Eleint That creature doesn't seem like something I can fight. It has a presence to it I have never seen before. Its unnatural. I took the sword without thinking. I disrespected that shrine in order to use the Elf sword if necessary. And …

  • A Blacksmith's Workings VII

    I fear Bagoda, I fear the creature that we fought in the sewers, but above all I fear my myself. Magic. It always comes back to magic. I'm beginning to despise it more and more. Bagoda and her magic. Anzo has run off because of Bagoda and Mireya. …

  • A Blacksmith's Workings IX

    I have lost what is most important to me. My family. Kosef is dead. Anzo is gone. I have no words for this only sadness and rage. Sadness that Kosef is dead. I will never hear his voice again. I will never get to ask him for advice. He kept the …

  • Brother, Brother

    You place the mask on your face... *A hushed and whispered tone can be heard from around you* *"Brother... brother, save me...."* Looking around the voice seems to be being projected from far away. *"Brother, he holds me... I cannot move, I am …

  • A Blacksmith's Workings XI

    15th of Marpenoth 3 Months ago I never saw myself entering the arena. Now I have won two group fights. They gave the prize to the fight to me since I was the only one left standing. I don't think I will keep this dagger though. Its too valuable to be …

  • A Blacksmith's Workings XII

    27th of Marpenoth The town still does not trust us very much. They are afraid to deal with us, but at least our money is still good. We went to see the duke who was unaware of Mireya's child. He is worried about what Bagoda can do with an ally. It …

  • A Blacksmith's Workings XV

    8th of Uktar Who would want us dead? There are a few, but I am unsure who among them would send mercenaries after us. This is not like Bagoda, so for once I don't think she is involved. It could be the Brotherhood, but I would assume they would take …

  • A Blacksmith's Workings XXIV

    "Ding." "Ding." "Ding." The sounds of a hammer can be heard piercing the dark. The bright orange glow of the heated metal enters into view. Sparks erupt from the metal as a hammer strikes it illuminating the man. His face obscured by the shadows. The …