This could potentially spiral off into an RP if I choose to do so, but for now this is a personal story that people can view.
The settlement of Nelthgrad laid in luscious green valley, an expanse of evergreen trees filtering the back and front, then rocky hillsides, climbing cautious heights, to their right and left. The people of Nelthgrad were happy, and Authrin, a blacksmith, was happy, too. Soon, the settlement would be a gray bed of ashes, and Authrin would be doing something that wasn't conventional within his family; fighting. Although Authrin was a blacksmith, he never found a vital reason to wield a blade. Now, he found a perfect one. It was time to protect his home.
Authrin woke up with his hand in a wet pool of drool. At a blurred glanced, he couldn't conclude whether it was his own, but he rolled over, a lump under his back, and heard a squeal underneath the sheets. Authrin squirmed away, springing off of the bed and onto the wooden floor in a saggy shirt tucked into his trousers. A ruffle and twisting of covers revealed a tail sticking up from them. Authrin's sudden burst of adrenaline was gone, and he was more than inclined to see what it was. He came to the sheets and pulled them back.
A pup gazed up at him with a set of big blue eyes. Authrin scoffed.
"Scared by a dog," Authrin said in a deep pitch.
"Not any dog," came a more feminine voice.
Authrin, once again startled, shifted in place, struggling to claim back his manliness.
"Does every noise scare you, then, boy?" she said.
The woman was dressed in battle armor, head to toe. Her hair was long, black, and slightly frizzy. Her eyes blazed with a green flare. The horns on her helmet were formidable, cracked, and splintered.
Authrin pushed back his dark brown hair, attempting to keep his cool, and realized that he was still only in his trousers. However, the woman didn't seem to mind, because her head was locked in place at his crotch.
"So, do you always like to make things awkward?" Authrin said.
"When I want to, yes," she said, relishing in Authrin's humiliation.
"Oh, buddy. You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Authrin replied.
"Trust me, commoner. If I wanted you dead, I would've done it."
The lady whisked over, picked up her pup, walked out the door, and closed it behind her. For a brief moment, the screams and shouts of the tavern below could be heard. Authrin's room was up on the second floor, and he had more than enough run-ins like this one. Authrin shook his head and huffed. Regardless, he had a job to do. He walked over to a engraved wooden cabinet and pulled out the supplies he would need for his daily routines.
He didn't keep them at the shop, for the local kids and commoners had taken to stealing them. After gathering the supplies and putting on his thick leather apron, which prevented sparks from fazing his work, Authrin made his way to his shop in Nelthgrad.
He traveled down the flight of stairs in the tavern, being greeted by several men at the barroom. Authrin waved to the drunkards, chuckling slightly. Before he left, Authrin looked up, surveying the details of the tavern. Everything about it screamed that they were proud to be of Nelthgrad. The insignia of a bear and a skull morphed together, Nelthgrad's symbol, on a tattered banner spanned most of the interior. Skulls of legendary monsters marked the wall, dim lanterns hung in the rafters, and the people of Nelthgrad sulked, drank, and danced about.
Authrin walked to his shop, spectating his surroundings. All of the houses were mainly made out of wood and cobble, but most of them, at least by now, were old and crappy. Some houses had actually been constructed out of the means of a ship. To say the least, Nelthgrad had its own flare for continuity, and it always knew how to thrive.
The settlement of Nelthgrad laid in luscious green valley, an expanse of evergreen trees filtering the back and front, then rocky hillsides, climbing cautious heights, to their right and left. The people of Nelthgrad were happy, and Authrin, a blacksmith, was happy, too. Soon, the settlement would be a gray bed of ashes, and Authrin would be doing something that wasn't conventional within his family; fighting. Although Authrin was a blacksmith, he never found a vital reason to wield a blade. Now, he found a perfect one. It was time to protect his home.
Authrin woke up with his hand in a wet pool of drool. At a blurred glanced, he couldn't conclude whether it was his own, but he rolled over, a lump under his back, and heard a squeal underneath the sheets. Authrin squirmed away, springing off of the bed and onto the wooden floor in a saggy shirt tucked into his trousers. A ruffle and twisting of covers revealed a tail sticking up from them. Authrin's sudden burst of adrenaline was gone, and he was more than inclined to see what it was. He came to the sheets and pulled them back.
A pup gazed up at him with a set of big blue eyes. Authrin scoffed.
"Scared by a dog," Authrin said in a deep pitch.
"Not any dog," came a more feminine voice.
Authrin, once again startled, shifted in place, struggling to claim back his manliness.
"Does every noise scare you, then, boy?" she said.
The woman was dressed in battle armor, head to toe. Her hair was long, black, and slightly frizzy. Her eyes blazed with a green flare. The horns on her helmet were formidable, cracked, and splintered.
Authrin pushed back his dark brown hair, attempting to keep his cool, and realized that he was still only in his trousers. However, the woman didn't seem to mind, because her head was locked in place at his crotch.
"So, do you always like to make things awkward?" Authrin said.
"When I want to, yes," she said, relishing in Authrin's humiliation.
"Oh, buddy. You're going to kill me, aren't you?" Authrin replied.
"Trust me, commoner. If I wanted you dead, I would've done it."
The lady whisked over, picked up her pup, walked out the door, and closed it behind her. For a brief moment, the screams and shouts of the tavern below could be heard. Authrin's room was up on the second floor, and he had more than enough run-ins like this one. Authrin shook his head and huffed. Regardless, he had a job to do. He walked over to a engraved wooden cabinet and pulled out the supplies he would need for his daily routines.
He didn't keep them at the shop, for the local kids and commoners had taken to stealing them. After gathering the supplies and putting on his thick leather apron, which prevented sparks from fazing his work, Authrin made his way to his shop in Nelthgrad.
He traveled down the flight of stairs in the tavern, being greeted by several men at the barroom. Authrin waved to the drunkards, chuckling slightly. Before he left, Authrin looked up, surveying the details of the tavern. Everything about it screamed that they were proud to be of Nelthgrad. The insignia of a bear and a skull morphed together, Nelthgrad's symbol, on a tattered banner spanned most of the interior. Skulls of legendary monsters marked the wall, dim lanterns hung in the rafters, and the people of Nelthgrad sulked, drank, and danced about.
Authrin walked to his shop, spectating his surroundings. All of the houses were mainly made out of wood and cobble, but most of them, at least by now, were old and crappy. Some houses had actually been constructed out of the means of a ship. To say the least, Nelthgrad had its own flare for continuity, and it always knew how to thrive.
