Romarek
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Vampire, loner, Murderer
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Post by Romarek on Jul 16, 2005 13:07:06 GMT -5
A black covered cloaked man strode down the street full of colorful shops.
The tall immortal figure made a bee line for the blacksmith's shop. He needed something and he wanted it now. But knowing full well that the human couldn't and wouldn't have the speed of his calibor.
So he would have to deal with the blacksmith's speed, he could have purchased his finding in a special shop along side the street but he had a special order to be made.
The tall man stopped at hte opening of th foyer, he quickly and swiftly jerked back his hood, revelaing his naked face.
He kept his eyes downcast and his mouth shut, no need to show off sharp teeth, his hair covered most of his features anyway.
The man walked forward and through the large barn like doors to find a sweating large man welding a horseshoe.
Irion, maybe this pathectic human wouldn't be able to do his bidding.
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Romarek
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Post by Romarek on Jul 16, 2005 18:47:48 GMT -5
The cloaked man looked at the Blacksmith before him.
Romarek cleared his thoart loudly and the man looked behind with sweat dripping down his face. When seeing the cloaked figure before him he quickly straightend up and went over to greet his hopefully new costumer.
"Sir!" He siad in a heavy british accent. "How may I help you?"
Romarek looked down at hte dirty sweat covered man before him. He looked to be about in his fourties. Odd how the human was able to out do that time. People were dieing all the time at young ages.
He studied his facial expression as the dirty man took in his appereance as well. HIs eyes gleamed at seeing the elaborate clothing, fully thinking that his new costumer was of the rather rich side.
What a stupid being, jumping into conclusions as such so quickly, well no matter to him. All that he was here for was his order and that was it.
"So tell me kind sir of the Blacksmith trade, can you weld swords?"
His eyes dimmed slightly, "Aye, I can Milord. What type of sword are you looking for? Irion, steel...." his voice trailed at the expression of disgust that crossed hte vampire's features.
Obvisouly It wasn't what he was looking for. He hastily started again, "I can try for Brass....?"
So the human never made a sword of silver with diamond substance in it. he should have known better.
Roamrek scrutinized down onto the smaller fatter man. He moved away from the Blacksmith and around his work area. Which included the whole room. Romarek wiped a few beads of sweat away from his forhead with his hand.
The furnace was blazin angerly with the hot flames and metal sitting near the fire. He gazed back at the Blacksmith, leaning slightly on his one of many anvils.
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Romarek
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Post by Romarek on Jul 20, 2005 19:53:10 GMT -5
"Listen man, I need a sword that you may have never made." He watched as the blacksmith furrowed his brows. Obviosuly offended, "I need something that I think no blacksmith has ever made. You see, I have many swords, but I long one for killing. I need a new one so my collection Isn't dirtied by a vampire slayer...."
His face creased into a smile as he whatched the man's face suddenly twist into a horror filled expression.
"Yes a vampire slayer," and then he showed his teeth, sharp canine teeth. The blacksmith gurgled and shuffled backwards, horrorfied.
The vampire laughed, "Pathectic man."
The blacksmith never took his eyes off of Romarek, he moved back more and bumped his rearend on a barrel, causing him to topple over. He shuffled back on his back side as the vampire moved forward.
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