07-28-2017, 12:42 AM
(As I informed you, my keyboard has practically gone kaput on some letters, so sorry for this longer delay than usual.)
Austrjn and friends found themselves walking down a dark path in an alley. It was something they were used to however, hearing the sounds of hammers clank and the smell of iron. He was the first to pull on the large wooden door attached to a brick laden building, opening it forth to step inside. The room was small, believe it or not, arrays of armor and shields scattered about and weapons hanging on the walls in various places. They weren't his hammer, suffice to say. He was willing to believe that was what his ears were hearing being worked upon.
Frostborne was its name. Austen had the fortune to go searching through the caverns, remnants of a dead Frost Wyrm that helped make most of the mountain. When it died, it's large heart became like stone and from there, it was used by the King and his family to help forge new materials with. This Dwarven weapon-smith, known as Dürmjrl, knew how to access the fell beast's former potential. Frostborne emitted a cold pulse from the sleek gray and polished squarical frame that made up the warhammer. The prince smiled a little as he arrived just in time to pick it up. With having already bonded to it, the freezing pulse never harmed him.
"I think I've delayed keeping my parents held up long enough," he stated to the other two, thanking Dürmjrl before heading out the dark room. "Let's get this over with."
He really hated the idea of this ball. He got why it was done, but he didn't like it at all, wearing suits that were only worn once to impress. There was also the issue of trying to have him court other royal suitors, who he only saw every once in a while. At least he got his hammer and shield out of it. He was back into his room right as the sun was beginning to hide behind the mountain to give way to the moon. He let out a slight chilled breath in the partially warm room. He liked the place just a bit chilly as believe it or not, he thought it to be the ideal temperature to snuggle up against something or someone. Either way, the room was filled with the royal dressers, where he was practically being placed into a regal attire, but pieces of armor were placed carefully here and there.
Austrjn and friends found themselves walking down a dark path in an alley. It was something they were used to however, hearing the sounds of hammers clank and the smell of iron. He was the first to pull on the large wooden door attached to a brick laden building, opening it forth to step inside. The room was small, believe it or not, arrays of armor and shields scattered about and weapons hanging on the walls in various places. They weren't his hammer, suffice to say. He was willing to believe that was what his ears were hearing being worked upon.
Frostborne was its name. Austen had the fortune to go searching through the caverns, remnants of a dead Frost Wyrm that helped make most of the mountain. When it died, it's large heart became like stone and from there, it was used by the King and his family to help forge new materials with. This Dwarven weapon-smith, known as Dürmjrl, knew how to access the fell beast's former potential. Frostborne emitted a cold pulse from the sleek gray and polished squarical frame that made up the warhammer. The prince smiled a little as he arrived just in time to pick it up. With having already bonded to it, the freezing pulse never harmed him.
"I think I've delayed keeping my parents held up long enough," he stated to the other two, thanking Dürmjrl before heading out the dark room. "Let's get this over with."
He really hated the idea of this ball. He got why it was done, but he didn't like it at all, wearing suits that were only worn once to impress. There was also the issue of trying to have him court other royal suitors, who he only saw every once in a while. At least he got his hammer and shield out of it. He was back into his room right as the sun was beginning to hide behind the mountain to give way to the moon. He let out a slight chilled breath in the partially warm room. He liked the place just a bit chilly as believe it or not, he thought it to be the ideal temperature to snuggle up against something or someone. Either way, the room was filled with the royal dressers, where he was practically being placed into a regal attire, but pieces of armor were placed carefully here and there.