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Eryan wandered through the market, which was bustling heavily with people. It wasnt often he was by himself in cities, and Wyrm stuck close under his hood. Maybe it was claustrophobia, but he had no problems in caves- being in towns just made him hesitant, as if the buildings were going to crush him.
Ducking down into an alley to escape the crowd, he took a deep breath to calm his nerves. It was a wide alley, so he wasnt sure why so few people were walking through.
After a few more breaths, he stepped back into the crowd. He saw many weapons- the city was a trade station between realms, so it had a large selection of items and weapons from all about- but none of them really appealed to him. He was jostled about until he ended up in front of an old smithy. It was quiet and dark- much like Hrej's office or the Eleven or Dwarven districts.
"Are you going to stand out there or get in here?" a voice called from inside.
Hesitantly he stepped into the building. Weapons of every shape and size decorated the walls. Beautiful in their complexity, but still none of them really appealed to Eryan, or truly seemed useful. Behind the counter were two weapons that were extremely simple, but radiated an energy that he'd never felt before. One was an extremely large sword- about a foot wide, and nearly six in length, it was a heavy looking black sword with a single cat's eye gem embedded in the blade near the hilt. The hilt was a work of art in and of itself, appearing to be some kind of winding tree or vines. The other was a white blade with a single edge, also sporting a cat's eye gem as the crosspiece. Dragon or demon wings folded over the grip as hand guards.
"The Fallen Angel and Ascended Demon- they were crafted three dwarven generations ago- long before the Mage King ever set foot on this land." said the voice that had called him in earlier. "They're not for sale."
Eryan knew these swords werent for him- he had a feeling he'd have been stupid to even touch them. "Im just looking for an elemental sword- something that could give me an edge later."
A middle aged dwarf, younger than Hrej, stepped out from behind the counter. "I take it none of these appeal to ye?" the dwarf said, giving Eryan a quick once-over.
"The craftsmanship is superb, but a little..." Eryan thought about it. "Okay, honestly, I think they're gaudy pieces of crap, and that I'd only buy it if I NEVER planned on using it- that one looks like its so off balance that it'd be knocked out of my hand as soon as I unsheathed it, and the one next to it looks more blunt than a hammer."
The dwarf gaped at him, either because he was about to kill the humanoid in front of him, or he was shocked that someone was willing to be so blunt.
"Im looking for something I can actually use," Eryan continued. "Not something to prance around with and play adventurer with some rich brat."
At that, the dwaf laughed. "Yer just like your parents boy, I thought I recognized you. Zak.. Zakerin, Right?"
Eryan looked confusedly at the dwarf. "Eryan now, but at one point yes."
The dwarf shook his head. "Right, adult names. Ye humans have the weirdest notions. I haven't seen ye since ye were a wee babe boy. All grown up and bein' a Blade now..." he shook his head again. "Ah, right, ye probably dont remember me. Im Granite, call me Stone. I havent seen yer parents in here in a few years, how're they doin?"
Eryan coughed. "Um... Dead actually. I dont remember exactly how at the moment, but something that incinerated them and melted their equipment. It was several years ago."
Stone's face fell a bit at that. "Ah, good people they were, sorry to hear of their passing. Well, its good to see ye here boy, Im glad that they didna raise any fools." he waved his ands at the blades on the wall and scowled. "They have me makin this crap now, useless wastes of steel and iron." he turned back to Eryan. "So you said you came for a nice blade, elemental was it?"
"Yessir, Mr. Stone." Eryan replied politely.
"Drop the Mister, makes me feel old. Something like that is made to order, and usually pretty costly, but I'll cut ye a deal since yer an old family friend. It'll still take time to make, but you can be sure that you'll be getting a decent blade out of it. Any preference?"
Did he have one? Probably not fire- he'd have more than enough fire once Wyrm and the eggs started breathing it. "Wind or Lightning would be preferred, fire's kind of harder to handle, and I dont think I'll turn to farming later, so water is out, but anything is fine."
Stone nodded, stroking his beard, and repeated what Eryan had said under his breath. "Mmm, yes, I think I've got an idea on what to do. Where are ye staying?" Eryan told him the Inn's name. "Ah, I know where that is. And you're one of Hrej's boys, right? I'll leave it with him if you've left before Im done. We'll talk pay after- If you like it, you pay, if you dont, I'll make another one."
"Thank you Stone."
"Thank me when Im done- now off with ye, Im sure you've got more to do today." the dwarf said gruffly. Eryan thanked him and left... maybe Terika knew more about him? He headed back towards the comfort of the Inn, wondering if his teacher was back yet....
 Azzy Rael · Mon Jul 04, 2011 @ 04:25am · 0 Comments |
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