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It's voice whispered through the flame with every push of the bellows, rang in his skull every time the hammer fell, hissed dark secrets as heat and steel found voice in the tempering oil. | It's voice whispered through the flame with every push of the bellows, rang in his skull every time the hammer fell, hissed dark secrets as heat and steel found voice in the tempering oil. | ||
β | The stranger never returned for the blade, and Skaati bears it to this day | + | The stranger never returned for the blade, and Skaati bears it to this day. |
His enlistment ended, he still smiths, but he has also developed a taste for the fight. Wielding the great blade that sometimes lashed out with green fire, wearing no armor after the fighting style of a Tarat ''berserker'', Skaati wanders the lands in service to the Guild of Carran searching for . . . ''something''. | His enlistment ended, he still smiths, but he has also developed a taste for the fight. Wielding the great blade that sometimes lashed out with green fire, wearing no armor after the fighting style of a Tarat ''berserker'', Skaati wanders the lands in service to the Guild of Carran searching for . . . ''something''. |