The Tale of an Armorcrafter – The Journey (Pt 1)
After a long adventure in armor crafting, I am finally returning to my master’s armory. He taught me everything I knew. I remember when he used to carry my ingots for me when I was young. It was so long ago, but these snow-filled hills seem so familiar. I tighten my armor buckles on my newest Deathkisser molds. I smile to myself in eager anticipation of showing him my crafting abilities. My master’s last words were to return when I have unlocked the secrets of the Deathkisser, the Honorless, and the Ostentatious. These words may as well have been a foreign language when I was a young apprentice, but after 30 Nodiatian years, I have uncovered the mysteries to make the strongest and most agile pieces of armor in the entire continent of Nodiatis.
A cold wind bites my ears and my nose as I pass over hill after hill. Every year, my master would write me about the new legendary armors he was intending to craft. Not only would the wearer be protected like a fortress, some pieces would even grant the user additional battle prowess. I was amazed to hear he would be capable of doing such extraordinary things. I had written him just over 3 years ago that I had finally mastered his task, but I received no immediate reply. I feared the worst and accepted the inevitability of life, hoping to visit when demand for my epic wares died down. But recently, I received a letter stamped by master but it contained no message. Instead, I found soft, powdery dust that emitted an eerie reddish glow. I took this as a sign that I should close my shop and make haste to visit him. I should have been more concerned, but I foolishly took his message as an encouraging sign that he was alive.
I should be nearing his shop now. In the distance, I see an abandoned shack. No, it’s not abandoned. I see a faint glow throughout the windows. The door seems to flutter in the wind. The door is loose on its hinges. Even an apprentice smith could repair a door hinge in a matter of moments. I should have been more concerned. Instead, here I was like a giddy child ready to show him my latest creations. I break out into a full run as I rush toward my master’s shop.
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The Tale of an Armorcrafter – The Journey (Pt 1)
