Thread: War and Greed (Javorcek x ClearSight)

The only thing that kept Sasha from collapsing, curling up into a ball and passing out was the knowledge that her mithril weapons really were helping soldiers to stay alivewell that and if she collapsed right here shed either fall into the forge or ontop of the red hot piece of metal that she was hammering into a blade. Part of her was a little sad to be making such plain swords though. While she took solace in her craftsmanship and a job well done, mithril was a material worthy of a masterwork, not meant for all of this mass production. Maybe when I go back home, Ill have enough experience to start my masterwork. The thought made her smile to herself as she hammered away. Nineteen years old and a master blacksmith, wouldnt that be something? This particular blade, well, set of blades, would be good practice. The soldier who had come by asking for the swords had said to make them good and had even brought sword for her to model the set after. Everything Sasha made was good, she was going to make these things great. So after practicing a little bit with the sword that was given to her in order to get a better sense of what its master was looking for, Sasha got to work forging two identical swords. And after conversing with her two apprentices to figure out what the correct insignia for a captain was, Sasha pounded three metal bars into the base of the blades, a little bit of ornamentation that not only showed off the soldiers rank but also helped to balance the swords near-perfectly. Because her makeshift apprentices were hungry, and because she was starving herself, all three of them took a break to go get food. Sasha wanted to take care of the matter of delivering the swords to the officer they were made for first before she sat down to enjoy her meal. After a little bit of questioning, she was pointed into the direction of Myras tent. The captains soldiers had said that their commanding officer was resting, and that Sasha would probably be good to go inside and drop the blades off as long as she was quiet. But when she silently slipped inside of the tent it turned out that Myra wasnt sleeping, nor was she wearing any clothes on the top half of her body. Oh! G-goddessIm so s-sorry. Sasha sputterd, immediately starting to backpedal. Ever since she had joined up with the army, she had been yelled at for every little thing she had done wrong. And now, intruding on an officers tent without asking permission to enter first had her fearing a lashing. I, uh, er Y-your soldiers said youd be restingI took that to meant youd be sleeping. Blushing furiously and looking rather panicky, Sasha all but dropped the swords in her haste to get out of the tent. And as she hurried out, she managed to find more bad luck in the form of an stranger who she bowled right over. The two fell to the ground, Sasha falling ontop of the other female with a soft oof. Ah! Of course you cant just knock into a foot soldier or something Sasha, no, you have to tackle an elven mercenary to the ground. Excuse me, Im sorry! I didnt see you there. Sasha scrambled, accidentally kneeing the elf with her tired limbs in her hurry to get up and off of the other woman, Sorry! Im so sorry, are you alright? I didnt mean to I wasnt watching where I was going The young wolf bit her bottom lip nervously as she finally sprang up to her feet an then offered a hand to the elf to help her up.