Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.
His breathing matched the little bellows of oxygen he fed the coals as he worked the metal over. He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his gloved hand wielding the hammer before he brought it down, striking the hot piece of metal. He worked it over. Again and again. The process had become one he found familiarity and comfort. Not unlike the blunt strikes he'd taken to using while fighting with a large broadsword. Not unlike the axe swings he'd started to take his anger out on, though clumsy as they were. He'd started to collect the resources needed for his coal. Blue and red hair fell across his face. He didn't pay it any attention until he had time away from working the metal. He swiftly pulled it back under the bandana holding his hair back and continued to work.
His isolated, large home was serving him decently... His business in creating works of steel was only a fledgling out of his basement workshop. But once he started... He growled in anger and frustration as Kage realized some of his imperfections in his work. He wouldn't be able to get the wooden handle polished and fitted well. The knife was a ruin.
At one point Kage had thought about leaving the Jewel forever. Leaving Ul'dah behind. Perhaps returning to his family estate but no... this was his home. No matter how much he felt like it was a dark bane, it was still his home. Kiz was here too. But... He'd had to leave the place he had bought and made his home. He could not live there anymore. Everything hurt too much and he'd decided that the best way to have it not hurt as much was to lock that outside of his life. Perhaps it would work, but his nights were still filled with nightmares and demons. He'd taken to carrying his axe into the city, not willing to have those nightmares become daymares.
No matter anyway. His [smithing] master had told Kage it was up to himself finish his learning. But from whom? Where would he find another master anyway?
His breathing matched the little bellows of oxygen he fed the coals as he worked the metal over. He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his gloved hand wielding the hammer before he brought it down, striking the hot piece of metal. He worked it over. Again and again. The process had become one he found familiarity and comfort. Not unlike the blunt strikes he'd taken to using while fighting with a large broadsword. Not unlike the axe swings he'd started to take his anger out on, though clumsy as they were. He'd started to collect the resources needed for his coal. Blue and red hair fell across his face. He didn't pay it any attention until he had time away from working the metal. He swiftly pulled it back under the bandana holding his hair back and continued to work.
His isolated, large home was serving him decently... His business in creating works of steel was only a fledgling out of his basement workshop. But once he started... He growled in anger and frustration as Kage realized some of his imperfections in his work. He wouldn't be able to get the wooden handle polished and fitted well. The knife was a ruin.
At one point Kage had thought about leaving the Jewel forever. Leaving Ul'dah behind. Perhaps returning to his family estate but no... this was his home. No matter how much he felt like it was a dark bane, it was still his home. Kiz was here too. But... He'd had to leave the place he had bought and made his home. He could not live there anymore. Everything hurt too much and he'd decided that the best way to have it not hurt as much was to lock that outside of his life. Perhaps it would work, but his nights were still filled with nightmares and demons. He'd taken to carrying his axe into the city, not willing to have those nightmares become daymares.
No matter anyway. His [smithing] master had told Kage it was up to himself finish his learning. But from whom? Where would he find another master anyway?
