The rhythmic hammering of shaping steel echos through the forge as two humans work the slowly yielding metal. The larger, older human lands blow after blow, while the younger, less stout man holds the piece in place with a set of heavy tongs. The work pauses as the albredine rings on both of their hands flash briefly with an inner light. An outside voice imposes itself upon both their thoughts, “Gents, could use a hand here, it’s getting ugly faster than the Half Pint Inn on ‘Tog appreciation night.”
Snorting loudly Samsaren quickly hangs his forging hammer on the wall. “Send a thought to our friend about a gate, I’ve a beacon.” Eckan nods quickly, his thumb lingering a moment on his ring, before he starts buckling on armor. Samsaren grabs his shield, fastening the weapon harness as he steps out of the forging society.
Reaching into his longcoat he pulls forth a ruby red crystal shard. Raising it the shard skyward, it flashes into a beam of red light that slowly fades from view. Moments later a red-gold fountain erupts, as a moongate appears before the men. Stepping through, the warriors find themselves just inside the Western gate of Crossing.
Nodding a quick thank you to the Magi, Samsaren turns to the gate guard. “Open the gate.” The guard pales before stammering, “B-b-b-ut,m’lord, the monsters!” Sighing, Samsaren launches himself up the stairs to the battlements, uncoiling a heavy rope as he ascends the steps three at a time. Tossing the loop over one of protrusions he launches himself over the wall. Eckan meanwhile grins at the guard, “Gee thanks, get him all wound up BEFORE a fight!” before chasing off after his patron, using the rope to descend.
Snorting loudly Samsaren quickly hangs his forging hammer on the wall. “Send a thought to our friend about a gate, I’ve a beacon.” Eckan nods quickly, his thumb lingering a moment on his ring, before he starts buckling on armor. Samsaren grabs his shield, fastening the weapon harness as he steps out of the forging society.
Reaching into his longcoat he pulls forth a ruby red crystal shard. Raising it the shard skyward, it flashes into a beam of red light that slowly fades from view. Moments later a red-gold fountain erupts, as a moongate appears before the men. Stepping through, the warriors find themselves just inside the Western gate of Crossing.
Nodding a quick thank you to the Magi, Samsaren turns to the gate guard. “Open the gate.” The guard pales before stammering, “B-b-b-ut,m’lord, the monsters!” Sighing, Samsaren launches himself up the stairs to the battlements, uncoiling a heavy rope as he ascends the steps three at a time. Tossing the loop over one of protrusions he launches himself over the wall. Eckan meanwhile grins at the guard, “Gee thanks, get him all wound up BEFORE a fight!” before chasing off after his patron, using the rope to descend.