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Post by Queen Celestia on Feb 20, 2015 12:15:21 GMT -7
A thriving market place filled with shops and friendly faces all around. Selling a variety of foods, merchandise, and even defense weapons to a degree, this location is usually hoping with both sellers and buyers alike.
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Post by steveismad on Feb 28, 2015 15:43:03 GMT -7
Clingining noise was echoing in the air as Steve's trusty hammer made contact to a piece of yellow red glowing steel plate over and over again. After a few more hammering he lifted up the steel plate with a pair of pliers as he with a grunt placed it down in a bucket of water. The steel hissed as steam flowed up to the sky
"Well, that's a beginning of a dagger if I've ever seen one" He said to himself quietly and sat down, waiting for the steel to cool down some more
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Post by npc1 on Feb 28, 2015 20:03:34 GMT -7
The clanging or armored boots colliding with he ground could be heard approaching the smith. A group of three men in gleaming golden armor stand tall and proud, their sharp spears there to compliment their ever vigilant eyes. Leading the group, was a fairly lanky man, despite his armor. Unlike the other two, he did not wear a helm, showing off his oiled up and groomed hair. A prim mustache sat comfortably on his upper lip. He would step behind the smith, holding himself with a sense of importance.
"Ahem."
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Post by steveismad on Mar 1, 2015 3:29:33 GMT -7
Steve slowly turned around on his chair and looked up at the guard.
"'Ahem'to ye! Whatever can I help ye with this fine, fine day?" He asked with a genuine smile on his lips as he stood up and dusted himself off some dirt on his working clothes.
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Post by npc1 on Mar 1, 2015 9:00:40 GMT -7
The posh man looks over the blacksmith and cringes slightly. He wasn't comfortable with how dirty he was. Reaching into his bag, he pulls out a scroll.
"Stephan Holm I presume?" He asks, a hint of venom in his voice.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 1, 2015 10:51:56 GMT -7
"Aye, you presume correct" He replied still smiling.
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Post by npc1 on Mar 1, 2015 14:32:03 GMT -7
The man clearly looked uncomfortable in such a setting. He was likely some pampered officer of sorts.
"Your services are required for the war effort. You have two days to pack up your things..."
He hands him the scroll.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 1, 2015 14:38:45 GMT -7
Steve gave him a confused look as he grabbed the scroll and unrolled it.
"Me services are required here as well..." He looked down and read the scroll to see what this is all about.
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Post by npc1 on Mar 3, 2015 16:02:41 GMT -7
"You won't go to jail for not servicing her Majesty: Queen Celestia's army. Your oven can wait, others will fill your place." The guard said, disgusted by the response he got. He adjusted his armor and turned his back to the smith.
"You have two days."
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Post by steveismad on Mar 3, 2015 18:16:16 GMT -7
"Hold your horses there. I'm not going anywhere! Surely theres a bunch of other smither's that would gladly serve their queen, but I'm here for the common folk! I create and repair their broken tools and nick-nacks for a low cost!" *He placed the scroll at the anvil.
"I could give a donation to the army for my absence if that would mean anything."
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Post by npc1 on Mar 5, 2015 7:42:25 GMT -7
The man sighs in annoyance and stops. He doesn't even turn to speak to him.
"I'm just doing my job, take it up with someone else." He continues to walk.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 5, 2015 8:01:26 GMT -7
Steve sighs in defeat as he sat down once again.
"Fair enough." He muttered to himself as he rest his head on his left hand.
"Either I pack my things and get involved with this bloody damn war, or I'll risk my pack time to find someone to talk myself out of this..."
He groaned as he stood up and grabbed the scroll and placed it in his pocked.
"But first... A drink or three." And with that he headed down the street, on his way to his favorite waterhole in the Alleyways.
[Exiting City Market and goes to Alleyway]
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Post by steveismad on Mar 8, 2015 4:44:23 GMT -7
[Entering City market from Alleyway]
Steve's footsteps were having a problem following one straight line but his mind was clear as the day despite the influence of his best friend alcohol.
The first thing he did when he reached his beloved workplace/home was lighting up the oven he used to heat iron and steel and took out the scroll he got from that bastard about his call of duty... And threw it into the fire without even blinking once.
He sat down and watched the scroll slowly dissolved by the dancing flames around it. When the scroll was no more, he leaned back on his chair and gave out a loud sigh.
"Whatever happens, happens. You can throw me in jail or even take my life, but you'll never be able to make me a part of this moon forsaken war...."
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Post by steveismad on Mar 12, 2015 10:21:19 GMT -7
After a few minutes of staring into the dancing flames he stood up and headed towards the dagger that he just remembered was in the bucket of water before the "royal gentlemen" Showed up. The reflection in the bucket showed Steve's tired expression staring back at him. That's what he's been feeling since he was 12 years old... Tired.
He picked up the dagger from the bucket, destroying the reflexion as the wet dagger broke through the water. He examined it greatly to remember where he left it off before going to the pub, and even though he's slightly drunk he never had a problem to work it off his system.
With heavy steps he headed back to the oven that was now in full steam, ready to serve his owner with as much heat he could give him.
The thought of him being forced leaving his home, or worse struck his mind as he hammered the red glowing dagger. What about the Children? Especially Maria... She sometimes hides here when she's in trouble with the guards, which is quite often. She may be an 17 years old thief and sometimes quite hot tempered, but then again, so was I before being hired by Harold.
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Post by steveismad on Mar 13, 2015 10:23:20 GMT -7
He was so lost in his mind that he hardly noticed that he was now done with the blade and was now working on the grip. A normal wooden grip surrounded by leather strips would do just fine.
"Who was it that wanted this dagger again..?" he ask himself under his breath when he placed the dagger on the table before him. Remembering names aren't his strongest side, but he prayed to the moon and the sun that the dagger would be used for good. Of course, daggers are rarely used for good things these days but one can hope...
There wasn't much more to do now, this is the only order he had for today. He could however start packing now and help out Celestia's army. That thought made him chuckle deeply as he would stop drinking before that would ever happen in his lifetime.
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