Kesa sat crossed-legged on the floor of her inn room. With deft movements that spoke of years of repetition, she unfurled a rough but clean cloth and laid it neatly on the floor in front of her. She drew a well-used smithing hammer from her bag and laid it horizontally on the cloth. Laying one hand on the haft and one on the head, she closed her eyes and began to pray.
“Hear me, Master of Smiths. I create for your glory.” She took a deep breath. “I still pursue the calling you have given me. Our adversity in the ocean has set us back, but we haven’t faltered.”
The sea had opened its maw and enveloped them whole. The waves crashed down like powerful jaws, smashing their ship into splinters. She could still feel the water rushing over her head, threatening to take her and her sister down with all the rest.
“We are starting over. We are gathering resources, soon we will be able to continue your work. We will bring many beautiful things to this land.” She shifted slightly, and her voice took on the tone of a hardened zealot. “Strengthen our arms that we may collect what we need and eliminate those who would prevent us from doing so.”
Kesa heard footsteps on the landing outside, someone walking past her door to their own room. She brightened. “We have made one friend so far. I take this to be a good omen. She helped us as we traversed some sort of forest, filled with gnolls and orcs. A perilous place, but there was profit to be made there.”
Not to mention much blood to be spilled, but that came with the calling. Creation oftimes require destruction.
“Forgelight guide me.” She released the hammer and carefully stowed it away. Next the cloth, neatly folded, then she stood and stretched. The sun was shining through the windows, warming her skin. It was a beautiful day, and Kesa knew she had much to do.
Time to start, she thought, and left the room.
“Hear me, Master of Smiths. I create for your glory.” She took a deep breath. “I still pursue the calling you have given me. Our adversity in the ocean has set us back, but we haven’t faltered.”
The sea had opened its maw and enveloped them whole. The waves crashed down like powerful jaws, smashing their ship into splinters. She could still feel the water rushing over her head, threatening to take her and her sister down with all the rest.
“We are starting over. We are gathering resources, soon we will be able to continue your work. We will bring many beautiful things to this land.” She shifted slightly, and her voice took on the tone of a hardened zealot. “Strengthen our arms that we may collect what we need and eliminate those who would prevent us from doing so.”
Kesa heard footsteps on the landing outside, someone walking past her door to their own room. She brightened. “We have made one friend so far. I take this to be a good omen. She helped us as we traversed some sort of forest, filled with gnolls and orcs. A perilous place, but there was profit to be made there.”
Not to mention much blood to be spilled, but that came with the calling. Creation oftimes require destruction.
“Forgelight guide me.” She released the hammer and carefully stowed it away. Next the cloth, neatly folded, then she stood and stretched. The sun was shining through the windows, warming her skin. It was a beautiful day, and Kesa knew she had much to do.
Time to start, she thought, and left the room.
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