Sometimes we don't even realise our lives are constantly being changed around us. And when we do, we don't want things to change. I never believed my world was going to change. It was so small and secure that nothing could break the bond between me and what I cared for.
My name is Alison, blacksmith and supposed battle maiden - I've never actually fought any battles yet so I suppose I'm not quite a battle-maiden yet. I'm a girl just short of the age 16, and I suppose i'm moderately mature for my age. Although I can be a bit of a joker, and I'm only serious when needs be.
I live in the relatively small village of Montressor, which shares a close bond with nature all tahun round. The place I live in, in Montressor, is a reasonably small one floor house. Most of the house is actually the forge in which my father used to work, crafting blades that could rival any master blacksmith; possibly even surpass them. My father was a good man, always honest with his work and was a good husband to my mother whom was a battle-maiden.
It was my mother whom gave me my honey toned ringlets of hair, and tough yet open minded attitude, while my father gave me my dark chameleon eyes, which were a constant battle of blue and silver with golden flickers running through them which in my opinion looked like a candle in an ocean. I also seemed to inherit both of their talents and physical strength. I loved my parents a lot.
They fell in Cinta during the last great war between the long-grass-plains and the short-grass-plains. She was passing through in need of some serious repairs, and it went from there. Eventually they settled down and had me, their only child before the short rumput landers came in a raid and killed my mother. My father died a few years later. But before my father passed away, he gathered all of a rare ore he had gathered in his lifetime called searite and forged a blade from the ocean blue ore.
That blade was the finest craftsmanship he had ever put into a blade, ocean waves and Ros twining around the hilt and bottom of the blade. That sword was left to me.
Since my father's death I have run the forge in his stead, forging and selling swords to only those whom were worthy to do so, no matter how much they offered. My father would of been proud; each one of these blades I worked my hardest upon, gaining favour of the local tribes and royalty for their quality and strength. This gained me the tajuk of silversmith, everything I crafted from metal was supposedly worth as much as if it were made from silver.
I also trained myself to use weapons like my mother had before me, the thought of perhaps someday gaining revenge upon the ones whom had killed my father driving myself to improve and gain justice. I just hope that one hari that revenge will come...
My name is Alison, blacksmith and supposed battle maiden - I've never actually fought any battles yet so I suppose I'm not quite a battle-maiden yet. I'm a girl just short of the age 16, and I suppose i'm moderately mature for my age. Although I can be a bit of a joker, and I'm only serious when needs be.
I live in the relatively small village of Montressor, which shares a close bond with nature all tahun round. The place I live in, in Montressor, is a reasonably small one floor house. Most of the house is actually the forge in which my father used to work, crafting blades that could rival any master blacksmith; possibly even surpass them. My father was a good man, always honest with his work and was a good husband to my mother whom was a battle-maiden.
It was my mother whom gave me my honey toned ringlets of hair, and tough yet open minded attitude, while my father gave me my dark chameleon eyes, which were a constant battle of blue and silver with golden flickers running through them which in my opinion looked like a candle in an ocean. I also seemed to inherit both of their talents and physical strength. I loved my parents a lot.
They fell in Cinta during the last great war between the long-grass-plains and the short-grass-plains. She was passing through in need of some serious repairs, and it went from there. Eventually they settled down and had me, their only child before the short rumput landers came in a raid and killed my mother. My father died a few years later. But before my father passed away, he gathered all of a rare ore he had gathered in his lifetime called searite and forged a blade from the ocean blue ore.
That blade was the finest craftsmanship he had ever put into a blade, ocean waves and Ros twining around the hilt and bottom of the blade. That sword was left to me.
Since my father's death I have run the forge in his stead, forging and selling swords to only those whom were worthy to do so, no matter how much they offered. My father would of been proud; each one of these blades I worked my hardest upon, gaining favour of the local tribes and royalty for their quality and strength. This gained me the tajuk of silversmith, everything I crafted from metal was supposedly worth as much as if it were made from silver.
I also trained myself to use weapons like my mother had before me, the thought of perhaps someday gaining revenge upon the ones whom had killed my father driving myself to improve and gain justice. I just hope that one hari that revenge will come...