catmint said
Ryu looked down at him, at a loss for words. Surely he knew that they would die if they tried to go after the dragon? "Please. Don't do that. You'll only end up dying and then there will be nothing left of your village." Ryu said, brushing away strands of hair from his face. "Look, I know of the dragon. I will go after him." Ryu offered; if these mere children tried to seek revenge, their race would be even more endangered. Ryu couldn't stand the thought of that.

thewizardguy said
As you open the door you're engulfed in a large cloud of smoke and soot, almost instantly covering you in a black layer. Your scent of smell is almost physically assaulted, and for a moment it feels like you're going to suffocate. Then the cloud passes, leaving you with a sore throat, a burnt nose, and a different skin color. You can hear the banging of steel on steel, common to black smith's workplaces, as if the world wanted to assault your hearing as well for good measure. However, through the black fog you can see a massive, heavily muscled orc clad in a leather apron. He's wreathed in an almost demonic red glow from the hot coals, and he barely looks up at you, obviously in the middle of a forging. However, within a moment he places the glowing steel in a trough of water, turning towards you.As Jaqural approaches, you notice several things. The first is his odd skin color. Unlike most orcs, Jaqural is bright white, contrasting with the soot that's found it's way onto his skin and covers his face. His eyes also are red, the clear signs of an albino. However, you have never heard of such a thing as an albino orc, and the effect is rather terrifying rather than silly-looking. The second thing is that the man instantly punches you in the gut, his fist picking you up and launching you through the doorway you'd just walked through. The heavy-set orc steps out after you in the time it takes you to realize your bones aren't broken, and steps on your chest, the pressure making you once more unsure as to whether all your bones are intact.As he gets closer, the albino orc's features become clearer, the lack of soot and smoke helping a lot. He has heavy eyebrows, set in a permanent frown, contrasting with the almost playful smirk on his face as he looks down at you. There are the usual scars and signs of battle that no orc would be seen without, and one of his eyes doesn't appear to be working properly. There's a sternness in his features that suggests a harshness of a more psychological nature than what most orcs are used to. Even for an orc, this figure is massive, and you realize he must have ducked to get out of the blacksmith's quarry. "A new recruit, eh? The old ones know not to walk in uninvited. All ya pointy-ears look the same to me!"

catmint said
Ryu was taken back from the boy's reaction. Guilt flooded him, but mostly he felt like he was going to vomit. "Judging by what you're trying to do, you're obviously not smart." Ryu snapped at them, "Do you think that dragon won't take you people down in a second just like he did to your home? He fights for the Resistance side, and it's clear he isn't above slaughtering children." Ryu took a deep breath, even though he said all those things he knew they would not listen to him. But Ryu did plan to follow them to their attack, at the very least he could help. Or maybe distract them long enough to avoid casualties.

jorthon said
Raphion coughed to the side 3 times from the soot in his throat then said to Jaqural "Sorry I didn't know that. I just joined today. Also all the other blacksmiths I've been to don't do that so I'm not really used to stuff like that." He then thought to himself He then continued "So now that I know that's how you do things I gotta ask. May I please get up then come in?"

thewizardguy said
Jaqural laughs, before getting off of you, and turning back to his workplace. "Course! Would'n be any good, havin' ye wait outside the smithy." He walks with a slight limp, reminiscent from some old wound. Among the orcs, you had heard, being a smith is a great honor, and they have elated smithing to an artform. No weapon is as prized as orcish steel, and orcish armor is sure to protect one's vitals. As such, Orcish smithing is a closely guarded secret, and there are very few Orc smiths outside of their own barren homelands. Only an outcast who had lost his honor would work for the Resistance, or any other non-Orc faction.