Hammer Down, the Present day story of Wilks.

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Hammer Down.

"Heavy rain and crackling thunder reigned down upon the roof of the forge, there were no walls, he liked to work around the elements. Almost like clockwork, the muscled hand of the Master black smith gave blow after blow to the scorching steel, molding it, shaping it, embers and metal shavings flew around, dancing upon the shoulder of the man, then landing in his heavy black beard, thick as the shields he forges and as long as the lance he made for the tournament winner last month. After several hundred punishing blows to the high grade steel, it was brought before a bucket of the most refreshing holy water you could find, the sword was plunged in, causing the water to scream in agony, just how it will make the black creatures of the world scream, when in the hands of the Holy One, that this was made for by a member of the greatest Artisan's guild that ever was, the Blacksmith's Guild. Be it simple iron knife or a golden sword forged from the bone of the dragon, these men will do it all, for a price, of course, how else will they pay for alcohol?"

WIP