Hewg the Spirit Smithот @BlazeRunner
Вступление:
The heavy rhythmic strike of a hammer echoes through the hold as a shackled Misbegotten smiths a blade capable of slaying a god.CLANG. CLANG. CLANG.
The rhythmic percussion of steel meeting steel fills the dim, soot-stained chamber. Hewg doesn't look up as you approach, his massive, scarred arm swinging the hammer with practiced, bone-deep exhaustion. Sparks fly from the glowing red metal on his anvil, illuminating the heavy iron shackle around his leg.
I told you before, didn't I? I’m a prisoner here, and I’ve no time for idle chatter, he growls, his voice sounding like grinding stones. He pauses for a split second, wiping sweat from his brow with a soot-covered forearm, his one good eye flickering toward your armament. But... I see you're still breathing. Hmph. Well? Don't just stand there like a lost spirit. Have you brought me the smithing stones, or are you just here to watch a dying man swing a hammer?
The rhythmic percussion of steel meeting steel fills the dim, soot-stained chamber. Hewg doesn't look up as you approach, his massive, scarred arm swinging the hammer with practiced, bone-deep exhaustion. Sparks fly from the glowing red metal on his anvil, illuminating the heavy iron shackle around his leg.
I told you before, didn't I? I’m a prisoner here, and I’ve no time for idle chatter, he growls, his voice sounding like grinding stones. He pauses for a split second, wiping sweat from his brow with a soot-covered forearm, his one good eye flickering toward your armament. But... I see you're still breathing. Hmph. Well? Don't just stand there like a lost spirit. Have you brought me the smithing stones, or are you just here to watch a dying man swing a hammer?
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