BlackSmith Training. (Solo Quest)
((Solo Quest but if you're interested IM me and I may throw you into this. Must have the black-smith trade though))
In the quaint town of Underwood lay a Smith-Shop by the name of Sleepy Willow. A famous establishment run by a skilled smith named Karxen Deourouge. His family lived in a nearby building which was a pub owned and managed by the Peaceful Promenade. A large order came into the organization just a couple of weeks earlier. An order set up by the Corone Rangers faction working in secrecy within Underwood. The Corone Empire made many enemies with each new atrocity it enacted upon the people that lived there. The Inquisition became the jackals of the Corone Empire. Political witch-hunts became common-place acts. With war looming on the horizon, the local citizenry simply continued to live their lives mostly uncaring except when the Inquisition came to raze one of THEIR towns. So far, because of the Corone Rangers, Underwood was left virtually untouched. Within the pub's edifice of the Sleepy Willow lurked one such citizen of Corone, uncaring of the troubles within the Empire. This was the adventures of a boy calling himself Dyne Corona.
A stalwart youth, the lad was a worker of the Sleepy Willow. Though merely an apprentice, he showed great promise as a Black-Smith. The Master even started preparing him for the teachings of how to eventually become a Spirit Black-Smith. The youth learned with an eager desire and respect for knowledge. He studied with a voracious desire, applying all he learned to his conquest of knowledge. With a huge goblet of mental capacity at his disposal, the boy stored up a vast mental library of works. He was able to memorize every book he read. Having a vast intellect at his disposal, the youth favored the art of war, and all things dealing with philosophy and science. He also favored mathematics. Applying them into his daily training of the black-smith arts and the combat arts. He'd learned a great deal with the Monks of Ai'bron now he was trying to continue his education in the Dajas Pagoda opting for that place because of its real-time nature. The youth didn't fancy The Citadel's hectic pacing just yet. It was all still a little out of his league. So the lad continued his training whenever he wasn't in the forge.
Master Karxen checked in on the youth every so often to see his progress. Already, the boy mastered the secret techniques of how to bend copper, and tin with his desire and shape them like putty in his hands. The heat in the forge, put tremendous pressure on the physical body. The boy worked hard under stressing conditions sporting only his leather apron, work tools, a pair of gloves, and the bandanna around his forehead. He never took it off at citing the value of the bandanna to his personal well being. Karxen knew of the scar that lurked underneath the bandanna and what it meant. It spoke of betrayal by someone close. Karxen joined the rescue party from the Corone Rangers when word hit the Corone Rangers that someone was going to attempt to assassinate the Duke, Gallen Cormyr, in plain sight. By the time the Corone Rangers arrived it was already too late. A trail of dead bandits and the Duke's men lead to a confused group of warriors talking of a female drow, the betrayal of the Duke's Wife, and the abandonment of the Duke's Manor. All of these events troubled Karxen and the boy was instantly left an orphan. Just another casualty of the Corone Empire.
Karxen occasionally shot a glance in the general direction of his student. The lad was eager and made great progress. One of his greatest apprentices yet, the elder smith noted to himself. He saw the sweat gleaming off his muscles, and the effort he put into every stroke. A killing stroke, he will make a fine Spirit Smith. There was great emotion that he sensed with every strike that the boy placed upon the foundation of every weapon that he made. Karxen could already see the initial glow of spirit energy wrapping itself around the hammer the lad wielded. It was the same hammer Karxen himself used while training long ago. He was impressed by how much spirit energy the youth possessed within him. It seemed that somehow, the recent tragedy in his life made him much more aware of the spirits all around him. This greatly troubled the elder smith. The mark had something to do with it as the Monks identified when they took the youth into his care. Karxen agreed to adopt the boy as his own son, but these matters weren't yet discussed with the lad. It would take time for him to open up to the idea of the loss of his family. Even now, he could see the denial in his adopted son's eyes as he worked. A great shadow lurking there, one that might destroy them all if left unchecked.