Shadows in the Solstice, Starring Black Dragon & Namelesshero (IC)
There were moments when he felt like he was back home. Others, such as this reminded him that he was in a world much different from his own. Hey Long had been making a living here in this hollowed out temple for at least a year now. He had developed a sort of relationship with the humble townsfolk down the hilltop and two miles down the river from this empty place. They had come to call him Yǐnshì tiějiang- the hermit blacksmith. Though fitting consider that he spent much of his time either training, relaxing or making weapons, he couldn't help feeling it made the townsfolk believe he preferred solitude to company.
For the moment he shrugged the thought away, taking his attention to his surroundings. The room was dark, save for the orange glow of the furnace that reflected off the blades of a dozen spears and assorted polearms. It was silent, save for the roar of said furnace. Since the beginning of the attacks, the people on that little town had taken to putting together a town watch in order to assist the police in at least preventing further deaths. That meant an increased demand for dao and qiang-or spears-despite some of the clients lacking the skill to use them properly.
He shook his head at the thought of some hapless villager wildly swing the heavy blade at an apparition, more like to injure theirself than it. But still, the people have a right to protect themselves and if he could, he would assist. But he also made it a point to give some lessons on weapon safety and proper technique. The weapon should always be sheathed unless one intended to use it. The grip on the weapon should be alive, as one held an egg; neither dropped or broken. Finally, the weapon should be kept out of reach of children or anyone they don't want using it.
A telltale buzz took his attention and directed it to his watch. He hit a button and a holographic message appeared saying he had received a message. He fiddled with the holographic menu of his 'smart watch' until reaching his email messages, only to find it empty. This meant he received a physical letter. With that, he strolled down the halls, listening to his own footsteps echo against the wide walls until he reached the front gate where a sealed letter had been pinned to it.
As you are aware there has been an increase of violence against religious temples and monasteries. We have been experiencing great difficulty in our investigation into the matter, and hence would like to request your cooperation. Please come to Yáng sēnlín monastary for more information.
The letter had no signature, meaning either one of the temple monks had sent the request or an envoy of the spiritual realm. He turned to prepare himself.