Saturday, February 10, 2018

100 Words a Day 1118

The powdered design flared up, white hot for a moment, when Huragard slammed his hammer down on the shield with a holy shout. It cooled to a smoldering orange. The lines on the steel were straight and even in color.

“This will fetch a good price,” Huragard declared, barrel chest swelling with pride. Truly, the gods continued to smile on him. The high priest of Ashome had even installed one of his hammers in the temple to Fire to Steel.

Ulgar examined the shield with his merchant’s eye. “It might be hard to sell. I’ll have to find a nobleman.”

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