[hr][hr][center][b]Alex // Vulcan[/b]
[color=598527][sub][b]LOCALE[/b] // The Black Crane
[b]TIME[/b] // Morning[/sub][/color][/center][hr][hr]
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Clank... clank... clank... clank... The sound of iron ringing on hot metal resounded through the shadowy room. A man partaking in his work, unflinching. Sweat dripped down his brow, but not a single second was taken to wipe it away. His eyes, with unyielding firmness, gauged the heat and shape of his work. Each strike of his hammer was fine tuned and precise. His rhythm was as exacting as the sound of a bass drum, signalling the beat of his heart as if in sync with his hand, molding the weapons shape. The forge breathed hot steam as if it was the breath of a ravenous beast, ready to take down its quarry. Steam permeated the air every time the hot metal was dipped in the cool, blue water of the slack tub.

The sounds of forge work continuously poured out of the small shop, tucked away in the back alley of the city. A small sign hung above the wooden door, revealed the image of a black crane in relief. The Black Crane, as the shop was so named, was a small, humble, and rarely perused shop. Given it's out-of-the-way nature, most people didn't even know it existed. And that is exactly how the owner liked it. Away from people. 

The last sounds rang from the blade as Alex lifted it up to his eyes. Scrutinizing every inch of the short 12 inch blade, he nodded with satisfaction. It was a simple blade, with a few imperfections, but it was leagues above what a normal smith could accomplish. Grasping the blade in his right hand, he walked over to the far wall and set it one of the many racks that lined the back wall of his forge room. While the coals in the furnace slowly began to cool. Alex heard a knock at the window. [color=#22B747]"Hmmmm? Is it those kids again? I thought I told them to stop playing games near my shop."[/color] Drawing the curtain of the window back, the room erupted with light and quickly blinded the sweat and soot covered man. [color=#22B747]"Crap, what time is it? I must have been at it all night again."[/color] Mustering the strength to open his eyes against his body's instinct to keep them shut, he managed to peak out the window. Hovering just outside the window was the small creature known as a feyling. Alex unlatched the window and pushed it open with a nudge.

[color=#22B747]"What do you want?"[/color] he abruptly stated. Completely skipping greetings and getting right to the point. "Vulcan, right?" the feyling chittered to him. 

[color=#22B747]"Yah, like I said, what do you want?"[/color] Glaring at the feyling with expectant eyes, he urged it to quickly proceed. "Well, I have a message from Elian..."

[color=#22B747]"Elian? I don't really care. I'm bout to go to bed and I don't feel like getting dragged into that nagging woman's nonsense so hurry up and tell me what she wants."[/color] After receiving the message from Elian he quickly shooed the feyling away. 

A yawn escaped his lips as the creature quickly disappeared from his sight. "Man, help a person out once with a seriously weird weapon design and she thinks you and her are best friends. What has the world come to?" Moaning to himself, he reconsidered the message. "A dungeon is a good opportunity to stock up on supplies..." Based on the concept of risk versus reward, he decided that he could benifit from a raid in Thorinn. Grabbing his katana from next to the door, he pushed his way out of the forge and headed to the city's nearest Gate.

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A zombie formerly know as Vulcan suddenly walked out of the crowd around Lefig lawn and greeted Elian. [color=#22B747]"Looks like I made it on time, it looks like there's already a big group here, am I the last one to show up?"[/color] As he proposed the question Alex looked around at the colorful group of wayfarers surrounding Elian. His darkened eyes gaze left and right seeing if he could recognize any of the others here. However, the answer to that was a solid no. [color=#22B747]"I was hoping Crow would atleast show up, it would be nice to atleast have someone else I know here."[/color] Shrugging to himself, he waited for whatever direction the group would decide to take. All he knew was that he planned on taking the bystander approach. While adjusting his equipment, his mind filled with thoughts of nothing but the idea of sleep.
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