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The Cursed Forge (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

PoisonousIvee

PoisonousIvee

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Nov 28, 2017
Ghorrok was your typical orc. He was big, he was strong, and he was kind of dumb. He did what he could to get by, joining parties for muscle to gain coin. He liked the adventuring and the fighting so it wasn't all bad. The town he was in currently had a bit of an undead problem, and a group of adventurers hired him to help them clear out the undead nest. Naturally, with such a high bounty, he agreed. Money was always nice, no one could say no to that. So, they journeyed into the mouldy cave the undead were crawling out of and went to work.
 
The party was easily cutting through them, with only little spots of trouble every now and again.
 
With the wizard in their group using fire magic, the undead stood no chance, and they soon reached the necromancer at the end.
 
The others celebrated briefly, meanwhile Ghorrok's attention was on something else. A rather ornate looking box made from a metal he didn't really recognize.
 
Ghorrok moved over and slowly picked it up to investigate. "Oi.. whot the 'ell is this..?" He asked himself.
 
He nodded and continued examining it. They divvied up whatever loot they found, and headed back to collect the bounty. This weird cube called to him, almost. Like some strange force needed him to pry further. So he did. He did his best to try and decipher the text on it in his dimly lit room. He was making progress.
 
It took him a good bit, but he finally got the damn thing open. When he did, he was sucked straight into the box and dropped onto the ground, though it didn't even look like there was a ground. There was the sound of metal hitting metal before it stopped.
"What the fuck?"
 
He felt like he hit a floor. What happened? Where was he? He groaned and slowly looked up.
 
There was a woman, a Tiefling, standing at a forge with a hammer in one hand and shaped metal in the other. Her skin was dark for her kind, earthy and brown, with curved horns and long dark hair that fell in soft waves. She was curvy but flat for a woman.
 
"Hell..." She answered, tone heavy with anger and disappointment, "How did you come across this box?"
 
"Oi found it inna dungeon." He said. "Ma'am.. beggin yer pardon but.. what are ye doin here? I've not seen a Tieflin' in a forge.. let alone a pretty lady.." he said bashfully, trying not to sound offensive.
 
"I.. oh." He said. "I uh.. you.. well." He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry, I'm not used t' seein.. someone like ye.."
 
He exhaled heavily, "You're lucky I haven't been complemented in a while, so I'll let it slide this once."
 
He stood and smirked a bit. He thumped his fist against his chest. "I am Ghorrok, the Undefeated."
 
He didn't seem very impressed. "I see.." He said, "Well, Ghorrok, I suppose since you found this forsaken box, that makes you its master and therefore, my services are yours."
 
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