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Serik Averking



Serik awoke with a start and shouted as he grabbed the large one handed sword from the side of his bed and swung the large blade as he rushed out of bed. The only thing there was now a chair cut in half. Breathing heavily Serik looked around his house. having come back from a job recently Serik was always a little jumpy, but this dream had made him almost paranoid to start. He was never a fan of the emperor himself, and truth be told..had a chance to take him out. He would..but the rumors of his power was troubling.

Still this dream..it spoke to him..what to do? WIth that Serik walked outside after dressing in his heavy fur and headed for his forge. When he could not sleep, he would forge. His constant forging habits had allowed him a powerfully built body and was much larger then most men of the mountains. The forge was always warm and after dumping a bucket of coal into it and using a hand held blower to pump air into it, the forge was hot and ready. Picking through the unfinished iron and steel, Serik grabbed the largest blade out of the rack and started to heat it up. For hours he would pound the weapon, heat it, add it and cool it over and over.

"hopefully this dream will not finish and just go away.."Serik said to himself.