Date: 1/12/1998 2:34 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Takcouma
"Can I help you forge that Marit?" he asked.
She turned her auburn head up and stepped toward him with the most of serious expression.
"ave ye ever forged a sword afore?" she asked.
"Nay. 'ave ye?"
"Nay. But I 'ave all the steel and materials that is needed and all the instructions."
"Instructions?"
"Aye." She nodded. "He shall arrive soon."
"Who, Marit....who shall arrive?"
"The Master of Forging Weapons. He promised to be here for guidance."
"Marit......I do nay 'ave materials to help ye, but I am good at shaping things. I would luv ifin ye give me the opportunity to help." She smiled. "Okay, tis a deal. Do nay worra bout the materials...I will let ye help with the shaping and design of it....but I shall be shaping and designing it too."
"Verra Well. Tis a deal." He said.
The two clasped hands and shook upon it.
"Ah.....There he is now!"
(to be continued.)
A forging Deal.
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Date: 1/16/1998 4:02 AM Eastern Standard Time
From: Takcouma
The Master of Forging stepped forth from a grove of trees along the bank of the River of Dancing Goddesses. Marit moved forward toward him, her steps soft like a dance.
Jedrick Stone watched the Aztecdraconian and Master greet each other. Although he could not hear their banter, he could see her eyes shining, seemingly ladened with a great deal of awe and respect for the older man.
The master had a unique and intriqueing appearance; his face set off by slanty dark eyes and surrounded by a fuzz of long white hair. He turned his attention to Jedrick.
"So ye wish to forge a sword, ladd?"
"I do, M'lord. I am grateful for the opportunity."
"I am Glen Huspeth."
"Jedrick, M'lord."
Glen nodded and the first of a slight smile appeared putting Jedrick more at ease. Marit and the Master began walking and Jedrick ran a few steps to catch up. He walked beside Glen.
"Jedrick lad, Marit is supplying all the weaponry material. She tis freely giving the opportunity to involve ye. I find that ....shall we say,.....rather interesting. How long 'ave the two of ye known each other?"
Jedrick's eyes slid toward Marit's.
"For two seasons, Glen." She answered for Jedrick.
"Tis nay long."
Jedrick stared ahead. "I owe her."
"Ah, Jedrick ladd, almost seems like she owes ye."
"M'lord, I am nay sure I understand. We are only making a sword together."
Glen laughed hard.
"Ah, I see an explanation afore the forging is a must. There ARE things the two of ye must understand."
Jedrick's laugh was a response but more like a nervous chuckle.
"Whatever it takes, M'lord."
From: Takcouma
The Master of Forging stepped forth from a grove of trees along the bank of the River of Dancing Goddesses. Marit moved forward toward him, her steps soft like a dance.
Jedrick Stone watched the Aztecdraconian and Master greet each other. Although he could not hear their banter, he could see her eyes shining, seemingly ladened with a great deal of awe and respect for the older man.
The master had a unique and intriqueing appearance; his face set off by slanty dark eyes and surrounded by a fuzz of long white hair. He turned his attention to Jedrick.
"So ye wish to forge a sword, ladd?"
"I do, M'lord. I am grateful for the opportunity."
"I am Glen Huspeth."
"Jedrick, M'lord."
Glen nodded and the first of a slight smile appeared putting Jedrick more at ease. Marit and the Master began walking and Jedrick ran a few steps to catch up. He walked beside Glen.
"Jedrick lad, Marit is supplying all the weaponry material. She tis freely giving the opportunity to involve ye. I find that ....shall we say,.....rather interesting. How long 'ave the two of ye known each other?"
Jedrick's eyes slid toward Marit's.
"For two seasons, Glen." She answered for Jedrick.
"Tis nay long."
Jedrick stared ahead. "I owe her."
"Ah, Jedrick ladd, almost seems like she owes ye."
"M'lord, I am nay sure I understand. We are only making a sword together."
Glen laughed hard.
"Ah, I see an explanation afore the forging is a must. There ARE things the two of ye must understand."
Jedrick's laugh was a response but more like a nervous chuckle.
"Whatever it takes, M'lord."