Post by Veryan Lithônion on May 20, 2010 22:37:12 GMT
Right after Dante’s death Veryan immersed himself in the crafting of a truly special sword, he was soon to finish his apprenticeship and having learned form the royal blacksmiths this was his first project o his own and the means with which he could perhaps gain King Uther’s admiration and a spot at the royal blacksmiths which would help his family to live in a better house and not as limited as they now were. This was his one chance to do something worthy of remembrance, and not only that, but he was to make a sword for the very Prince Arthur who was also a dear friend of his.
He worked truly hard for this, morning and night, he only stopped to eat or gather more materials and seldom spoke to anyone and did not wish to be disturbed. It might have sounded quite extreme for anyone, not for Veryan though, this was his one chance to do something of great value and he was also doing something for a friend, so he strongly believed he had to do it at his best ability.
And so he worked until he mastered what he wanted. It was a straight blade that could easily cut and was strong as iron, however it was light and not too rough, delicate the edge and the hilt fit for a Prince. It was a golden hilt with the guild of the Pendragon family lineage and it had some inscriptions on the blade, which shone as he cleansed the blade. The words were in Gaelic and represented the main words, which established the kingdom of Camelot: valour, strength, union, and loyalty.
Veryan smiled quite pleased with his work and folded it on red velvet cloth before he left his house that day and rode on toward the castle. He was truly scared to be honest, he had not seen Arthur in quite some time and this was the very first, well… second time inside the castle, he only hoped he looked decent and had done a weapon fit for someone as honourable as Arthur.
He took a deep breath as he left this horse by the stables and then was taken to the main hall. He was taken towards the courtyard since it was a truly beautiful day and he was told to wait there while the Prince arrived. He sighed and nodded and then held the folded sword with devotion, he only hoped his dear friend would like it, would use it comfortably and at the same time thinks it much better than any other weapon he had ever used.
He worked truly hard for this, morning and night, he only stopped to eat or gather more materials and seldom spoke to anyone and did not wish to be disturbed. It might have sounded quite extreme for anyone, not for Veryan though, this was his one chance to do something of great value and he was also doing something for a friend, so he strongly believed he had to do it at his best ability.
And so he worked until he mastered what he wanted. It was a straight blade that could easily cut and was strong as iron, however it was light and not too rough, delicate the edge and the hilt fit for a Prince. It was a golden hilt with the guild of the Pendragon family lineage and it had some inscriptions on the blade, which shone as he cleansed the blade. The words were in Gaelic and represented the main words, which established the kingdom of Camelot: valour, strength, union, and loyalty.
Veryan smiled quite pleased with his work and folded it on red velvet cloth before he left his house that day and rode on toward the castle. He was truly scared to be honest, he had not seen Arthur in quite some time and this was the very first, well… second time inside the castle, he only hoped he looked decent and had done a weapon fit for someone as honourable as Arthur.
He took a deep breath as he left this horse by the stables and then was taken to the main hall. He was taken towards the courtyard since it was a truly beautiful day and he was told to wait there while the Prince arrived. He sighed and nodded and then held the folded sword with devotion, he only hoped his dear friend would like it, would use it comfortably and at the same time thinks it much better than any other weapon he had ever used.
