The Cursed Forge (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

[Mr.Aznable]

"Ye must be very talented.." he said genuinely. "Can I erh.. 'ave a demonstration?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He glanced at the shaped metal he had been working on before looking up at him and nodding. He went back to hammering the metal, manipulating it into shape. It was...rather attractive watching this non-Orc work.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He was entranced, just watching him. He was beautiful, elegant.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

After shaping and polishing the weapon, Casron presented a beautifully crafted long sword. The blade seemed to sing and Casron offered it to him.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He looked it over in awe. "This is.. amazin'.." he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

It was neither heavy nor light, balanced from pommel to blade tip. "Baby stuff." Casron said, "It was for the necromancer, as a trophy...a real blade takes time, days..."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"I's the pretties' blade Oi've ev'r seen.." he said, taking it a safe distance away for some practice swings.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"A fine compliment, coming from an Orc.." He said.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Oi jus' hope it's strong enough." He laughs. "Oi've eh.. a bad habit of breakin things.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"I will make you pay for every weapon you break." He stated.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

"Ah-oh." He laughed a bit. "That's alrigh', Oi'm good fer th' coin.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He made a noise and nodded, "Good. I'm glad you agree."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He nodded. "So.. eh.. 'ow.. do I get out?" He asked.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"You are not bound to this cursed place, so you may simply reach our where you came and the box will spit you out.." He said.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He made a noise and nodded. "I see.. and.. can you leave?"

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He shook his head, "I am bound here...I can leave, but not long...and not far.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He nodded and made a soft noise. "Well, that's not very fair.." he said.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

"It's my curse..." He said, "And the one who put me here is long dead.."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He frowned. "Oi'm sorry.." he said. "Tha's awful.."

 

[PoisonousIvee]

He shook his head, "I have come to terms with this. My only purpose is to craft, so craft I shall."

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Ghorrok nodded and made a noise. Eventually, he found his way out of the cube after saying goodbye to his new companion. He made a point of visiting him every day, trying to make sure he had company.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

Casron enjoyed having someone to talk to, it wasn't a trend to have an owner that came to talk to him. Owner sounded wrong, but he didn't have a word close enough that was adequate.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

Every day he sat with him, watched him craft different weapons, anything he could when he wasn't questing.

 

[PoisonousIvee]

It was nice, especially when Ghorrok brought new material to work with. Was he flirting? He had to be.

 

[Mr.Aznable]

He was trying to, anyways. He wasn't sure how to admit it, but he had grown increasingly fond of Casron over the weeks they had spent together