Kingdom of Crestoria! 20
The story continues…
Sparks flew up in the air like fireworks when the metal under the great pressure exploded after every swing of the hammer the bounce leaving a second indentation till the metal was flattened and put back in the fire.
The smithy’s strong arm pulled a heavy chain and wind gushed from the bellow into the fire. Each coal and black rock coloured orange with each pull.
Duncan walks further, wanting to see the blue grey metal being set back into flames and light up like a solid flame.
“Eay there, Yew must be tha’ hero. Tha’ Turtle brain told me yew’d be comin’ for sum gear.”
His large hairy arms smelled or better yet reeked of metal and charcoal infused with sweat and weird enough onions. With a swing of his arm a breeze had Duncan’s hair flutter freely, waving his hand in the hope to dispel the smell that came his way. In the swing the smithy puled out a cloth stained black and dapped away the sweaty pearls from his forehead. And put it back over the strap of his leather apron.
“Me name would be Garreth Rhindo. And I be havin’ the best forged equipment of this Kingdom. Right this way.”
Garreth was a massive looking appearance, A bear with les hair but enough to be in need of a brush as it hung wet form his forearms. On the front of his face between the eyes a flat surface suggests he once had a horn growing but had been cut off.
Duncan’s stare was intercepted with a quick bow of Garreth’s short neck and met up with the bluest of eyes. An azure blue with a greenish tinkle, one would only find in fantasies.
“I see, Yeah, tha’ be it. Yew get me finest sword, no it be thy dagger. Yew’re able to hold, might.”
From a coll corner in this hot room he puls out a wooden box. It was beautifully carved with weird symbols across the lid and sides. Heavy looking nails along the edges hold on the weird dull metal strips. On them Duncan could somehow see more letter like scratches.
In the front three squared plates are grafted with some cup that had been attached infront of the hole.
It looked nothing like a key hole so how was this to be opened.
Garreth lifted the box up with a grunt and moved it over closer to the hot forge and places it on his anvil. The other metals were still laying wait to be hammered into some sword or other weapon each of which had lost some of there colour and heat.
“Me’d be right with Yew.”
HIs arm pulled on the chain once more. In his hand a pliers was holding what looked like a silvery crystal that instantly turned orange and burned with an incredible large green flame. The shape was kept no matter how hard he squeezed, it was the colour that changed orange, yellow, red to a vibrant purple and with that the flame changed to. Only the air around it was moving fast but no flame could be seen, or at least not its colour.
The little crystal is dropped in the first bowl and rolls inside the box. With a few clicks the first lock was unlocked.
To be continued…