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The Name be Varin
I used to be a Graphic Design Major
I love animals specifically Wolves
I cook a shitload that's cause i love to eat
I draw a shitload cause i like writing stories for my characters
i tend to weird people out their loss
i am a practicing Wiccan Still in the extremely early stages so ALOT of reading is taking place right now
Chronic binge watcher of most recommended shows
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So imma post
indeed that would be great pm me some ideas
So not sure if this will accrue interest but here’s hoping it does.
First off I’m a 30yo male just looking to RP and have a good time as we all are. I’m a pretty frequent poster. I don’t ask the same of you cause hey its life you might not be able to post as often as I do and that’s fine but all I ask is that if you won’t be able to post or you got bored with the RP a heads up is greatly appreciated, and I will show you the same courtesy. Also in regards to the BDSM due to the graphic nature of it I will disclose info about that only over pm.
First off I’m a 30yo male just looking to RP and have a good time as we all are. I’m a pretty frequent poster. I don’t ask the same of you cause hey its life you might not be able to post as often as I do and that’s fine but all I ask is that if you won’t be able to post or you got bored with the RP a heads up is greatly appreciated, and I will show you the same courtesy. Also in regards to the BDSM due to the graphic nature of it I will disclose info about that only over pm.
THIS LIST IS ALWAYS GROWING
“Naaa no thanks, Fatir was it” The older Smith said as he rubbed his beard looking at Fatir.
“Hey come on look I can make myself useful and I can actually forge a decent blade. Ive even learned how to fold in magic ore and for just a shot at what I can do id gladly part with one of the ore I mined just this afternoon” Fatir Pleaded with the Smith as he stood still looking Fatir in the eye.
“AHH what the hell I was fiing to close up shop tonight anyway if you can forge me a decent dagger I can forget about the ore and I can bring you on for a bit. I cant explain it kid there something about you, a look of determination I havent seen in quite sometime.” The Smith said as he began the closing procedures. “Well GET TO WORK Boy”
Fatir cut a large smile at the Smiths words and shot to the back and begin the process of forging a weapon. Going a step beyond the Smiths Expectations Fatir had begun forging a longsword. The way he had started to move was like a man possessed. His focus was that of lion stalking its prey. Each bang and clang of the hammer against the anvil only served as a music to Fatir. The Smith watched in awe as Fatir worked. It was like watching one of the greats.
The two had lost track of time but in just a few short hours Fatir had finished creating his longsword and presented it to the smith. “Ho…how…hows that” Fatir asked as if by some sort of magic his forging high had worn off and everything came rushing back to him. Causing him to stumble a bit.
“Easy there boy” the smith said catching Fatir. “You forged a damn good blade this quality his amazing its almost as though it was forged by…” Shaking his head and showing a smile “Lets get you put up in an inn for the night.” The smith said as he dropped a few gold in Fatirs shaky hand. “Across the Way there is an inn they keep a few rooms available around this time. Head on over and get yourself a room and some sleep and be back here tomorrow no later than noon.” The smith said as he sent fatir on his way.
Stumbling across the way he caught sight of a woman sitting upon a stone fountain “hey your kinda cute” Fatir said believing it to have only been said in his head. As he stumbled into the inn damn near passing out after entering inside.
“Hey come on look I can make myself useful and I can actually forge a decent blade. Ive even learned how to fold in magic ore and for just a shot at what I can do id gladly part with one of the ore I mined just this afternoon” Fatir Pleaded with the Smith as he stood still looking Fatir in the eye.
“AHH what the hell I was fiing to close up shop tonight anyway if you can forge me a decent dagger I can forget about the ore and I can bring you on for a bit. I cant explain it kid there something about you, a look of determination I havent seen in quite sometime.” The Smith said as he began the closing procedures. “Well GET TO WORK Boy”
Fatir cut a large smile at the Smiths words and shot to the back and begin the process of forging a weapon. Going a step beyond the Smiths Expectations Fatir had begun forging a longsword. The way he had started to move was like a man possessed. His focus was that of lion stalking its prey. Each bang and clang of the hammer against the anvil only served as a music to Fatir. The Smith watched in awe as Fatir worked. It was like watching one of the greats.
The two had lost track of time but in just a few short hours Fatir had finished creating his longsword and presented it to the smith. “Ho…how…hows that” Fatir asked as if by some sort of magic his forging high had worn off and everything came rushing back to him. Causing him to stumble a bit.
“Easy there boy” the smith said catching Fatir. “You forged a damn good blade this quality his amazing its almost as though it was forged by…” Shaking his head and showing a smile “Lets get you put up in an inn for the night.” The smith said as he dropped a few gold in Fatirs shaky hand. “Across the Way there is an inn they keep a few rooms available around this time. Head on over and get yourself a room and some sleep and be back here tomorrow no later than noon.” The smith said as he sent fatir on his way.
Stumbling across the way he caught sight of a woman sitting upon a stone fountain “hey your kinda cute” Fatir said believing it to have only been said in his head. As he stumbled into the inn damn near passing out after entering inside.
“HEAVE HOOO” Fatir said with a mighty swing of his pickaxe bringing it down crashing into the mountainside. FINALLY he thought to himself after freeing the ore from its stone prison. Warm to the touch and a golden there was no denying it. “OH HELLS YEA DAWN ORE. This is a hell of a score” Fatir said to himself as he marveled at the precious stone before he stored it away among the others in his bag. Dawn Ore was amazing and had many offensive abilities if crafted into weapons, and even some practical uses smaller chunks of the ore could be worn around the neck to keep one warm in the colder season or bigger ones could be kept in a fireplace to heat a home either way this was a great find indeed.
With a slap to the mountainside and a hearty thank you for the small gifts bestowed upon him, Fatir had begun to make his way down the mountainside.
HOURS LATER
“Whew…finally” Fatir said as he turned to take a gander at where he once was in comparison to where he was now. These kinds of things made one think. Fatir took a moment to wipe his brow as he leaned against a tree to catch his breath. It didn’t last long as he needed to continue on first stop the library of lindblum.
Hoisting himself from the tree he had begun his trek toward the kingdom. The closer Fatir drew to the kingdom the more of the bustle of life could be heard it made him think back to his hometown of Besaid and how lively it got when they would have festivals. It had barley been a week and here he was getting homesick. The moment passed rather quickly as he was now close enough to smell all the sweet smells of pastries and savory smells of roasting meat, he had been stuck mining so long that he forgot to actually eat then there was the issue of being copperless, “Dammit” he cursed to himself as his stomach had began to speak a language all its own, it was fairly easy to understand though that gurgle that turned into a roar was translated into FEEEEED MEEEEE.
Passing through the archway into the city he had a thought “maybe there is a jeweler around here that I can sell an ore…” Before he was able to finish that sentence the winds of serendipity bought a flyer smacking Fatir in the face speaking of a FESTIVAL of sorts. A festival in the kingdom this was perfect more than likely there would be merchants selling replica blades to older men and probably some teenagers surely they would need a hand and for starters all he would need is a meal and maybe a little foin to line his already empty pockets. “Well here goes everything” He said as he marched in.
With a slap to the mountainside and a hearty thank you for the small gifts bestowed upon him, Fatir had begun to make his way down the mountainside.
HOURS LATER
“Whew…finally” Fatir said as he turned to take a gander at where he once was in comparison to where he was now. These kinds of things made one think. Fatir took a moment to wipe his brow as he leaned against a tree to catch his breath. It didn’t last long as he needed to continue on first stop the library of lindblum.
Hoisting himself from the tree he had begun his trek toward the kingdom. The closer Fatir drew to the kingdom the more of the bustle of life could be heard it made him think back to his hometown of Besaid and how lively it got when they would have festivals. It had barley been a week and here he was getting homesick. The moment passed rather quickly as he was now close enough to smell all the sweet smells of pastries and savory smells of roasting meat, he had been stuck mining so long that he forgot to actually eat then there was the issue of being copperless, “Dammit” he cursed to himself as his stomach had began to speak a language all its own, it was fairly easy to understand though that gurgle that turned into a roar was translated into FEEEEED MEEEEE.
Passing through the archway into the city he had a thought “maybe there is a jeweler around here that I can sell an ore…” Before he was able to finish that sentence the winds of serendipity bought a flyer smacking Fatir in the face speaking of a FESTIVAL of sorts. A festival in the kingdom this was perfect more than likely there would be merchants selling replica blades to older men and probably some teenagers surely they would need a hand and for starters all he would need is a meal and maybe a little foin to line his already empty pockets. “Well here goes everything” He said as he marched in.
is this the festival of the hunt, please tell me this is the festival of the hunt.
Name
Fatir Forgesmith
Age
23
Height
6’2
Weight
200lbs
Hair
Stark white
Eye
(Left) Violet (Right) Shimmering Blue, when ability is active a series of runic marks begin to encircle his iris.
Sex
Male
Race
Drow descendant
Distinguishing features
Bright smiles and bright eyes
Skills
Blacksmithing
knows his way around a forge and able to create at current basic armor although he doesn’t wear much himself in the way of that. When it comes to weapons however Fatir can just about create anything that he has drawn or anything he can think up.
Drawing
Fatir developed this skill as he grew he had always had an active imagination and Sacred Blacksmith he apprenticed under encouraged him to never lose that creativity, “creativity is what makes being a sacred blacksmith so much fun the minds the limit” His teacher always said
Physique
Working in a forge from a young age Fatir without even his own noticing had gained a fighters physique this included but not limited to endurance, strength, speed, stamina. This was all thanks to the lifting bending moving and practicing. His Teachers motto “Never forge or make a weapon you don’t understand so to drive this point home Fatir was given books upon books upon books about weapons from all over (Still in the process of reading them all.)
Abilities
Mystic Forge
Thanks to being a Sacred Blacksmith Fatir is able to use a spell unique to only them. The Mystic forge is summoned after a fairly long incantation and the possession of a special artifact. And upon summoning Fatir may draw a weapon from said forge and imbue it with magical abilities up to 3 max. but putting that many abilities on a weapon at once causes it to form rather brittle.
No enchantments – a solid 21 strikes before it breaks
1 enchantment – 14 strikes before it breaks
2 enchantments – 7 strikes before it breaks
3enchantments – 3 strikes before it breaks
Weapons encyclopedia
Fatir doesn’t just read the books given to him he doesn’t just comprehend them, no as he reads he drifts into a trancelike state where as the information is absorbed its being written into the center section of his brain although he is deep within the trancelike state he is aware of his surroundings. After the info is learned and stored Fatir is able create these weapons with the help of his mystic forge.
Darkvision
Thanks to being a drow descendant Fatir is awarded a few of the drowlike abilities albeit they are all heavily watered down. The 1st being simple darkvision if a person was to extinguish all te torches in a room Fatir could still see clear as day. However he is no good in magical darkness
Fairy Fire
Another drowlike ability, Fatir is able to call upon 5 golfball sized balls of fire they serve but one purpose and that’s to provide light, they cannot burn nor harm anyone but can be broken down and manipulated and reformed again the only limit is your imagination.
Weapon Mastery
If Fatir can forge it he has complete understanding as to how to use it, knowing its flaws and weaknesses
Imbue (I can explain in depth about the enchantments if necessary)
When using the Mystic Forge Fatir has access to certain abilities he can place or imbue a weapon with currently he has access to basic enchantments, Ice, flame, Lightening, sound, brilliant energy, mercy.
Appraisal
Basic for a blacksmith can tell certain qualities of ores and precious gemstones simply by holding them and analyzing them.
Mining
Pickaxe to the wall searching for the necessary ore to forge
Personality
Excitable (In regards to weapons). Fun to be around. Hardworking. Optimistic. Doesn’t get angry easily but when he is angered its physically noticeable his eyes turn crimson and he becomes violent.)
History
Fatir was bought up by his then to be presumed mother who was an inn keeper. She was a softhearted woman and raised Fatir to be a man she wasn’t to soft on him but wasn’t to hard on him she pushed him to get out and play with the other kids but that didn’t really interest him much, what did interest him was the local forge it was ran by a massive man who only went by G. he seemed to have an obsession with wolves. G made what seemed like endless amounts of weapons but had 3 in particular that he would not sell and a set of armor and cloak that was as black as night. Needless to say Fatir couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to this place.
It happened by sheer luck that one day he was looking from the sidelines and G noticed him and cracked a smile and a chuckle before ushering young Fatir over and with no real warning put the boy to work. Moving ingots each week he was given more and more to do. As time went one G had begun to talk and teach Young Fatir more and more and everynight Fatir would come home and speak of the things that G showed him and taught him the conversations that they had. But there was a longing for more in Fatir, he wanted to craft his own weapon the pull to do so was almost uncontrollable. It happened in the middle of the night he awoke in a cold sweat and there was a deafening noise in his ear and a pounding headache BANG BANG BANG CLANG CLANG CLANG he stumbled down the hall trying to make it to his mothers room but passed out on the way.
When Fatir came too he was laying in his bed but the sounds didn’t stop he cradled his head and loosed a deafening howl of pain. His “Mother” Loosed a deep sigh she knew what was going on. He was beginning to come into his birthright. And his “Mother” retreated to her room returning with a necklace and placing it upon his neck the sounds dulled and Fatir fell into a deep sleep. In this sleep fatirs mind was flooded with knowledge of weapons a plenty but as they were learned they were locked techniques were learned and just as the weapons knowledge was locked aside the chant (Found at the bottom). After a few days Fatir had awakened as though nothing had happened. Upon heading back to the forge he was given a series of tasks as any other time and watched G while he completed his tasks and almost in an inexplicable manner began to call out each of the steps in an almost trancelike state,
Flattening. Breaking. Sorting. Stacking. Folding over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.
Shaping the Casing. Shaping the heart of the blade. Assembling. Drawing. Forming the point. Shaping. Rough finishing. Clay Coating. Firing. Hardening. Shaping
Foundation polishing. Rough Polishing. Remedial Midgrade. Fine Polishing. Mudstone Polishing. Grain Polishing. Powder Polishing. Temperline Polishing. Burnishing Polishing. Point Polishing. Final polishing. Hilt FITTING.
G stopped part way through to see Fatir standing engulfed in a flame as a huge sigil created itself from the engulfing flame and after he finished the chant a blade of iron bathed in white fire was created but the moment he touched it, it shattered. G saw this and knew without a doubt that while rough around the edges this boy was the real deal.
10yrs later
Fatir was a damn good pprentice by now and had decided that there was more to see and other weapons to be learned of and created and while the books were great he wanted to get out there and see the world he wanted to experiment with other ores and find out other combinations of weapons he could create so after a long talk and a few tears he bid his mother and G farewell as he packed up and took off to places unknown.
Name
Fatir Forgesmith
Age
23
Height
6’2
Weight
200lbs
Hair
Stark white
Eye
(Left) Violet (Right) Shimmering Blue, when ability is active a series of runic marks begin to encircle his iris.
Sex
Male
Race
Drow descendant
Distinguishing features
Bright smiles and bright eyes
Skills
Blacksmithing
knows his way around a forge and able to create at current basic armor although he doesn’t wear much himself in the way of that. When it comes to weapons however Fatir can just about create anything that he has drawn or anything he can think up.
Drawing
Fatir developed this skill as he grew he had always had an active imagination and Sacred Blacksmith he apprenticed under encouraged him to never lose that creativity, “creativity is what makes being a sacred blacksmith so much fun the minds the limit” His teacher always said
Physique
Working in a forge from a young age Fatir without even his own noticing had gained a fighters physique this included but not limited to endurance, strength, speed, stamina. This was all thanks to the lifting bending moving and practicing. His Teachers motto “Never forge or make a weapon you don’t understand so to drive this point home Fatir was given books upon books upon books about weapons from all over (Still in the process of reading them all.)
Abilities
Mystic Forge
Thanks to being a Sacred Blacksmith Fatir is able to use a spell unique to only them. The Mystic forge is summoned after a fairly long incantation and the possession of a special artifact. And upon summoning Fatir may draw a weapon from said forge and imbue it with magical abilities up to 3 max. but putting that many abilities on a weapon at once causes it to form rather brittle.
No enchantments – a solid 21 strikes before it breaks
1 enchantment – 14 strikes before it breaks
2 enchantments – 7 strikes before it breaks
3enchantments – 3 strikes before it breaks
Weapons encyclopedia
Fatir doesn’t just read the books given to him he doesn’t just comprehend them, no as he reads he drifts into a trancelike state where as the information is absorbed its being written into the center section of his brain although he is deep within the trancelike state he is aware of his surroundings. After the info is learned and stored Fatir is able create these weapons with the help of his mystic forge.
Darkvision
Thanks to being a drow descendant Fatir is awarded a few of the drowlike abilities albeit they are all heavily watered down. The 1st being simple darkvision if a person was to extinguish all te torches in a room Fatir could still see clear as day. However he is no good in magical darkness
Fairy Fire
Another drowlike ability, Fatir is able to call upon 5 golfball sized balls of fire they serve but one purpose and that’s to provide light, they cannot burn nor harm anyone but can be broken down and manipulated and reformed again the only limit is your imagination.
Weapon Mastery
If Fatir can forge it he has complete understanding as to how to use it, knowing its flaws and weaknesses
Imbue (I can explain in depth about the enchantments if necessary)
When using the Mystic Forge Fatir has access to certain abilities he can place or imbue a weapon with currently he has access to basic enchantments, Ice, flame, Lightening, sound, brilliant energy, mercy.
Appraisal
Basic for a blacksmith can tell certain qualities of ores and precious gemstones simply by holding them and analyzing them.
Mining
Pickaxe to the wall searching for the necessary ore to forge
Personality
Excitable (In regards to weapons). Fun to be around. Hardworking. Optimistic. Doesn’t get angry easily but when he is angered its physically noticeable his eyes turn crimson and he becomes violent.)
History
Fatir was bought up by his then to be presumed mother who was an inn keeper. She was a softhearted woman and raised Fatir to be a man she wasn’t to soft on him but wasn’t to hard on him she pushed him to get out and play with the other kids but that didn’t really interest him much, what did interest him was the local forge it was ran by a massive man who only went by G. he seemed to have an obsession with wolves. G made what seemed like endless amounts of weapons but had 3 in particular that he would not sell and a set of armor and cloak that was as black as night. Needless to say Fatir couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to this place.
It happened by sheer luck that one day he was looking from the sidelines and G noticed him and cracked a smile and a chuckle before ushering young Fatir over and with no real warning put the boy to work. Moving ingots each week he was given more and more to do. As time went one G had begun to talk and teach Young Fatir more and more and everynight Fatir would come home and speak of the things that G showed him and taught him the conversations that they had. But there was a longing for more in Fatir, he wanted to craft his own weapon the pull to do so was almost uncontrollable. It happened in the middle of the night he awoke in a cold sweat and there was a deafening noise in his ear and a pounding headache BANG BANG BANG CLANG CLANG CLANG he stumbled down the hall trying to make it to his mothers room but passed out on the way.
When Fatir came too he was laying in his bed but the sounds didn’t stop he cradled his head and loosed a deafening howl of pain. His “Mother” Loosed a deep sigh she knew what was going on. He was beginning to come into his birthright. And his “Mother” retreated to her room returning with a necklace and placing it upon his neck the sounds dulled and Fatir fell into a deep sleep. In this sleep fatirs mind was flooded with knowledge of weapons a plenty but as they were learned they were locked techniques were learned and just as the weapons knowledge was locked aside the chant (Found at the bottom). After a few days Fatir had awakened as though nothing had happened. Upon heading back to the forge he was given a series of tasks as any other time and watched G while he completed his tasks and almost in an inexplicable manner began to call out each of the steps in an almost trancelike state,
Flattening. Breaking. Sorting. Stacking. Folding over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.
Shaping the Casing. Shaping the heart of the blade. Assembling. Drawing. Forming the point. Shaping. Rough finishing. Clay Coating. Firing. Hardening. Shaping
Foundation polishing. Rough Polishing. Remedial Midgrade. Fine Polishing. Mudstone Polishing. Grain Polishing. Powder Polishing. Temperline Polishing. Burnishing Polishing. Point Polishing. Final polishing. Hilt FITTING.
G stopped part way through to see Fatir standing engulfed in a flame as a huge sigil created itself from the engulfing flame and after he finished the chant a blade of iron bathed in white fire was created but the moment he touched it, it shattered. G saw this and knew without a doubt that while rough around the edges this boy was the real deal.
10yrs later
Fatir was a damn good pprentice by now and had decided that there was more to see and other weapons to be learned of and created and while the books were great he wanted to get out there and see the world he wanted to experiment with other ores and find out other combinations of weapons he could create so after a long talk and a few tears he bid his mother and G farewell as he packed up and took off to places unknown.
Fatir Forgesmith
Age
23
Height
6’2
Weight
200lbs
Hair
Stark white
Eye
(Left) Violet (Right) Shimmering Blue, when ability is active a series of runic marks begin to encircle his iris.
Sex
Male
Race
Drow descendant
Distinguishing features
Bright smiles and bright eyes
Skills
Blacksmithing
knows his way around a forge and able to create at current basic armor although he doesn’t wear much himself in the way of that. When it comes to weapons however Fatir can just about create anything that he has drawn or anything he can think up.
Drawing
Fatir developed this skill as he grew he had always had an active imagination and Sacred Blacksmith he apprenticed under encouraged him to never lose that creativity, “creativity is what makes being a sacred blacksmith so much fun the minds the limit” His teacher always said
Physique
Working in a forge from a young age Fatir without even his own noticing had gained a fighters physique this included but not limited to endurance, strength, speed, stamina. This was all thanks to the lifting bending moving and practicing. His Teachers motto “Never forge or make a weapon you don’t understand so to drive this point home Fatir was given books upon books upon books about weapons from all over (Still in the process of reading them all.)
Abilities
Mystic Forge
Thanks to being a Sacred Blacksmith Fatir is able to use a spell unique to only them. The Mystic forge is summoned after a fairly long incantation and the possession of a special artifact. And upon summoning Fatir may draw a weapon from said forge and imbue it with magical abilities up to 3 max. but putting that many abilities on a weapon at once causes it to form rather brittle.
No enchantments – a solid 21 strikes before it breaks
1 enchantment – 14 strikes before it breaks
2 enchantments – 7 strikes before it breaks
3enchantments – 3 strikes before it breaks
Weapons encyclopedia
Fatir doesn’t just read the books given to him he doesn’t just comprehend them, no as he reads he drifts into a trancelike state where as the information is absorbed its being written into the center section of his brain although he is deep within the trancelike state he is aware of his surroundings. After the info is learned and stored Fatir is able create these weapons with the help of his mystic forge.
Darkvision
Thanks to being a drow descendant Fatir is awarded a few of the drowlike abilities albeit they are all heavily watered down. The 1st being simple darkvision if a person was to extinguish all te torches in a room Fatir could still see clear as day. However he is no good in magical darkness
Fairy Fire
Another drowlike ability, Fatir is able to call upon 5 golfball sized balls of fire they serve but one purpose and that’s to provide light, they cannot burn nor harm anyone but can be broken down and manipulated and reformed again the only limit is your imagination.
Weapon Mastery
If Fatir can forge it he has complete understanding as to how to use it, knowing its flaws and weaknesses
Imbue (I can explain in depth about the enchantments if necessary)
When using the Mystic Forge Fatir has access to certain abilities he can place or imbue a weapon with currently he has access to basic enchantments, Ice, flame, Lightening, sound, brilliant energy, mercy.
Appraisal
Basic for a blacksmith can tell certain qualities of ores and precious gemstones simply by holding them and analyzing them.
Mining
Pickaxe to the wall searching for the necessary ore to forge
Personality
Excitable (In regards to weapons). Fun to be around. Hardworking. Optimistic. Doesn’t get angry easily but when he is angered its physically noticeable his eyes turn crimson and he becomes violent.)
History
Fatir was bought up by his then to be presumed mother who was an inn keeper. She was a softhearted woman and raised Fatir to be a man she wasn’t to soft on him but wasn’t to hard on him she pushed him to get out and play with the other kids but that didn’t really interest him much, what did interest him was the local forge it was ran by a massive man who only went by G. he seemed to have an obsession with wolves. G made what seemed like endless amounts of weapons but had 3 in particular that he would not sell and a set of armor and cloak that was as black as night. Needless to say Fatir couldn’t explain why he was so drawn to this place.
It happened by sheer luck that one day he was looking from the sidelines and G noticed him and cracked a smile and a chuckle before ushering young Fatir over and with no real warning put the boy to work. Moving ingots each week he was given more and more to do. As time went one G had begun to talk and teach Young Fatir more and more and everynight Fatir would come home and speak of the things that G showed him and taught him the conversations that they had. But there was a longing for more in Fatir, he wanted to craft his own weapon the pull to do so was almost uncontrollable. It happened in the middle of the night he awoke in a cold sweat and there was a deafening noise in his ear and a pounding headache BANG BANG BANG CLANG CLANG CLANG he stumbled down the hall trying to make it to his mothers room but passed out on the way.
When Fatir came too he was laying in his bed but the sounds didn’t stop he cradled his head and loosed a deafening howl of pain. His “Mother” Loosed a deep sigh she knew what was going on. He was beginning to come into his birthright. And his “Mother” retreated to her room returning with a necklace and placing it upon his neck the sounds dulled and Fatir fell into a deep sleep. In this sleep fatirs mind was flooded with knowledge of weapons a plenty but as they were learned they were locked techniques were learned and just as the weapons knowledge was locked aside the chant (Found at the bottom). After a few days Fatir had awakened as though nothing had happened. Upon heading back to the forge he was given a series of tasks as any other time and watched G while he completed his tasks and almost in an inexplicable manner began to call out each of the steps in an almost trancelike state,
Flattening. Breaking. Sorting. Stacking. Folding over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over. And over.
Shaping the Casing. Shaping the heart of the blade. Assembling. Drawing. Forming the point. Shaping. Rough finishing. Clay Coating. Firing. Hardening. Shaping
Foundation polishing. Rough Polishing. Remedial Midgrade. Fine Polishing. Mudstone Polishing. Grain Polishing. Powder Polishing. Temperline Polishing. Burnishing Polishing. Point Polishing. Final polishing. Hilt FITTING.
G stopped part way through to see Fatir standing engulfed in a flame as a huge sigil created itself from the engulfing flame and after he finished the chant a blade of iron bathed in white fire was created but the moment he touched it, it shattered. G saw this and knew without a doubt that while rough around the edges this boy was the real deal.
10yrs later
Fatir was a damn good pprentice by now and had decided that there was more to see and other weapons to be learned of and created and while the books were great he wanted to get out there and see the world he wanted to experiment with other ores and find out other combinations of weapons he could create so after a long talk and a few tears he bid his mother and G farewell as he packed up and took off to places unknown.
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