03-14-2016, 03:08 PM
Koal wasn't sure what possessed him to leave the others, but every fiber of his being implied him to flee from them. They were dangerous, and would only succeed at distracting Koal from his mission. So here he was, swerving his way through the market area of Minas Tirith, haggling with some wizened old man, their good natured bargaining going back and forth, back and forth.
The subject of their good-natured debate was a dog. Not just any dog though, this was a fine-bred hound. And Koal didn't actually want her, but he knew he needed to fit into the crowd, these people were still suspicious of the tall dark-haired teen, yet they felt more at ease because he played their game. It was a game of strategy, like chess, it was a give and take situation. In this case, the young man could tell he was fighting a losing battle, so he thanked the elder, and once more weaved himself into the mass of people milling in the street.
The sound of natural nothing metal drew Koal's attention to a small stand a few meters to his left. A blaksmiths' tent; Koal's hand involving flicked the sword that lay buckled to his right hip, the worn grip feeling almost perfect in his grasp. He drew the blade a couple inches out of its midnight sheath, the silver blade now nicked and waited under the weight of the blows delivered to it. He might as well get rid of it, it was nothin but a bad memory anyway.
"Excuse me, sir?" His voice was tenative yet sure, " If you could spare a moment of your time, I have a piece that I would like appraised." The hulking mountain let his hammer fall a choice mitt times, before lifting up the white-hot blade and inspected it, his bearded face glowing slightly from the luminescent metal. He tossed out to the side, into a small trough of water, bubbles writing from the water with a violent hiss as the water comes his creation.
Koal felt the vibrations of the blacksmiths footprints as the man approached him, the black eyed muttering his violet ones as he still his hand out.
" The names' Paul, young man. What do you have for me today?" He rubbed the palms of his hands together,a childlike glued filling his eyes as he regarded the blade in front of him. Koal looked the thin blade, the black sheath and hilt emitting a faint black aura. He was reluctant to give it up, and the Smith seemed to understand his plight.
" You've fought with it before, haven't you, young man?" His eyes were sympathetic and his tone gentle " It is a blade with much sentimental value, and you are hesitant to give it up. I understand, but I'm sure you have your reasons for wanting it gone, do you not?" Koal nodded his head, his voice stick in his throat as he started at the blade that had caused him so much pain, yet had defended him from so much.
" I...need it gone, sir, yet I'm not sure what I would do without it," the young teen let out a sigh, running a hand over his ragged face, " Just take it. I want nothing in return." He picked on a hell, then began his face through the crowd once more...
The South let out a sigh ass he gently created the blade, as one would create a newborn babe. " I hope ya find peace lad, I truly do."
The subject of their good-natured debate was a dog. Not just any dog though, this was a fine-bred hound. And Koal didn't actually want her, but he knew he needed to fit into the crowd, these people were still suspicious of the tall dark-haired teen, yet they felt more at ease because he played their game. It was a game of strategy, like chess, it was a give and take situation. In this case, the young man could tell he was fighting a losing battle, so he thanked the elder, and once more weaved himself into the mass of people milling in the street.
The sound of natural nothing metal drew Koal's attention to a small stand a few meters to his left. A blaksmiths' tent; Koal's hand involving flicked the sword that lay buckled to his right hip, the worn grip feeling almost perfect in his grasp. He drew the blade a couple inches out of its midnight sheath, the silver blade now nicked and waited under the weight of the blows delivered to it. He might as well get rid of it, it was nothin but a bad memory anyway.
"Excuse me, sir?" His voice was tenative yet sure, " If you could spare a moment of your time, I have a piece that I would like appraised." The hulking mountain let his hammer fall a choice mitt times, before lifting up the white-hot blade and inspected it, his bearded face glowing slightly from the luminescent metal. He tossed out to the side, into a small trough of water, bubbles writing from the water with a violent hiss as the water comes his creation.
Koal felt the vibrations of the blacksmiths footprints as the man approached him, the black eyed muttering his violet ones as he still his hand out.
" The names' Paul, young man. What do you have for me today?" He rubbed the palms of his hands together,a childlike glued filling his eyes as he regarded the blade in front of him. Koal looked the thin blade, the black sheath and hilt emitting a faint black aura. He was reluctant to give it up, and the Smith seemed to understand his plight.
" You've fought with it before, haven't you, young man?" His eyes were sympathetic and his tone gentle " It is a blade with much sentimental value, and you are hesitant to give it up. I understand, but I'm sure you have your reasons for wanting it gone, do you not?" Koal nodded his head, his voice stick in his throat as he started at the blade that had caused him so much pain, yet had defended him from so much.
" I...need it gone, sir, yet I'm not sure what I would do without it," the young teen let out a sigh, running a hand over his ragged face, " Just take it. I want nothing in return." He picked on a hell, then began his face through the crowd once more...
The South let out a sigh ass he gently created the blade, as one would create a newborn babe. " I hope ya find peace lad, I truly do."