Timestamp: Day: 20th Month: Dyo Year: 81378 It was just another day in the Forest of Gyakusatsu. Veajka's mother and father had left for the capital city about a week ago with a wagon load of metal goods and weopons. He had sat back on his stump, and was smoking a pipe full of his favorite blend of herbs. He had just finished the repair job on a beautiful custom sword and was relaxing and cooling down. For the forge was indeed, very hot. whilest he relaxed, his mind drifted. Drifted to something more interesting. His creation, he named, 'Shanyym', was a beautiful crossbreed between a scimitar and a saber, with the strength and rigidity of a sturdy long sword. Shanyym would be beautiful, if he could ever get all the folding done. The mark on his stump by the forge showed that he had folded it one hundred and twenty nine times. Seventy one more and he could start making the blade. He toke one last long drag of his pipe, and knocked out the fire. He got up from his seat and headed towards the back of his families abode, to where the forge set, cool and waiting....
Thamier silently padded through the forest, heading to where he had last sensed an older 'dragon. He came upon an abode in the middle of the forest and stopped. I wonder why a house is in the middle of this forest? he wondered. He decided to circle the house to see if anyone was home..
Veajka had begun pulling wood from its stack and tossing them into the hearth of the large stone forge. Once loaded up, he began to ingite the mountain of lumber inside. Just then, his ears perked. For he had picked up the scent of company. He turned around and announced. "Well Met!" to the approaching pendragon...
While circling, he suddenly heard "Well met!" from someone around the house. Thamier then noticed the slight breeze blowing. Damn, should have realized it would carry my scent. He approached the house cautiously, his mind searching for traps. Satisfied that there were none, he moved in the direction of the voice, "Hello?" he answered.
"Hello there! I'm Veajka the Smith. What can I do for you?", he said for he hadn't seen another Pendragon in nearly a week, and there were seldom visitors this far out in the woods.
"I'm just wandering around. What are you doing living in the middle of this forest?" Thamier answered. He began to look around, and noticed the large forge. He looked closely at the pendragon. he guessed his age at about 18 or so. "Where are you parents?" He asked, noticing the rest of the house was quiet.
"My folks are away with a load of metal goods and weopons for the market in the capital city. Concerning the location of my house, its stood here for nigh on four generations, and, of course, my great grandfather isn't around to tell us why he built it here. So. What brings you so far out into these woods?", Veajka said, as he continued his work with igniting the forge.
(OOC) I'll see what I can do. ----------------------------- (BIC) "Well? If your here to buy a weopon or armor, are selections a bit slim at the moment, but we still have several fine pieces available here for sale. If you need something repaired, then you've definitely come to the right place. If your hungary or thirsty, let me know, and I'll help you out. If your here to rob me or if you have some other less than altruistic motive, there is no money here. So what'll it be?", Veajka said as he began to stoke the small fire into a sizeable blaze, and heat could be felt coming off the forge. "Oh. I'm sorry. Didn't get your name. I'm Veajka."
Veajka finished stoking the forge and the heat from it was nearly intolerable. He reached around the rightside of the forge and dragged a six foot wooden lidded boxs with rope handles, then he reached down and threw open the lid. "Well, if your into hunting, this place is a paradise. The Harvok, are nearly everywhere, and if you haven't had herb roasted harvok, you're truly missing out. Outside of a small village two days walk from here to the south, the nearest civilization is nearly a week north by wagon, which I'm sure you know is the Capital City. These forests are vast and nearly half is unexplored. At least to the best of my knowledge.", Veajka continued as he withdrew a long object wrapped in cloth, and sat it down on the flat front edge of the forge. "So. Whats your interest? Usually the only people out here are here to hunt, or they're on the run." He unwrapped the long object from it's swaddlings to expose a five and a half foot long, six inch wide, half inch thick pieces of obviously pounded metal of particularly peculiar origin.
Thamier sat down. "Well i might as well find something to eat. Would you mind if i hunted down some harvok and brought you some?"
"Sounds like a plan. If you can bag us some harvok, I'll cook'em up in the house, and a good meal can be had by all."
"Sounds good. I'll get some." Thamier turned around and seemed to disappear into the foilage. He caught their scent. Moveing silently through the forest canopy, he staying downwind. Any passing creatures would have seen and heard only the sound of the wind and the rustling of leaves. Three harvok were in a small clearing in the thick forest. By the time they realized he was there, it was too late. They were dead and he was gone. Thamier carried the bodies of harvok to Veajka. one was to eat now, the other two were to be preserved for later. "Does that seem enough for now? he asked.
Veajka had just finished prepping his tools and had put on a large leather apron. "They should do nicely. Lets go inside and get these cleaned and cooked.", Veajka said as he headed for the back door of the house.
"The hardest part is getting their pelts off. Luckily, I have a rail we can tie their backlegs to so skinning them shouldn't be to hard. A few cuts here and there and then a quick gutting, and we have ready to cook harvok.". Veajka said as he opened the back door, and walked into the modestly furnished home of his forefathers..
When he walked through the door, Thamier stopped. In this house, over 3 generations had lived. "Nice place" he said as he followed Veajka through his house to the rail for skinning and gutting the harvok.
Veajka tied the feet of one of the Harvok up to the rail, allowing the now dead harvok to bleed. He walked over to a side table, and opened a drawer and withdrew a slender and very sharp curved skinning knife. Veajka, carefully made incisions the length of each of the harvoks legs, cuting rings around the wrist/ankle areas to free up the skin in that area. He then reach down and grabbed a bowl and placed it under the harvoks hung body. He then, very quickly sliced the length of the harvoks belly being careful to seperate the ribs from the breastbone, allowing all of the little harvoks bodily organs to spill out toward the bowl. "You think one will be enough?", he said as he continued to split the critter the rest of the way to it's chin.
"Unless we have some unexpected guests, it should suffice. the rest can be preserved for later. but i'm wondering, where do you get your raw materials from?"
