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From Ashes

Northern Province

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a part of From Ashes, by The Adversary.

The north is a cold and dark land where a ring of frozen ice and snow-covered stone encircles a huge outcropping of jagged mountains.

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The lands of the Huntress Skadi are a harsh and frozen world where a ring of ice, snow-covered stone, icy rivers, and sparse forests encircle massive, jagged, black mountains. The insides of the mountains have been carved out and have become a single, massive city for the Hieme.
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Northern Province

The north is a cold and dark land where a ring of frozen ice and snow-covered stone encircles a huge outcropping of jagged mountains.

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Northern Province is a part of Arhk'morina.


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Fei'eth looked at the man, he was a merchant. One with shoddy business practices at that, but Fei'eth had no choice. If he was to move out of this section of town he needed a cart. He hesitated with the bag of coin in his hand, after all he had gone through he did not want to let it go. "Now let's make this quite clear. Any treachery on your part, and Neka'tran will bite your head off. Understand?" The giant wolf behind him, let out a growl, and snapped it's massive jaws at the merchant. Who simply nodded in reply, fearing that words may anger the beast. Fei'eth smiled, and gave Neka'tran a scratch behind the ears. The reluctantly tossed the bag of money over. The merchant ran to count it while, Fei'eth began loading the cart. First went his tent, then his furnace, then most importantly of all his tools. None of these things were easy to move, and he was glad for the help of the merchant's men. At last they hefted the anvil onto the cart, when the merchant returned. "Ok everything is in place? Good! Let's get this trip over with." Fei'eth climbed on top of Neka'tran, and his companion followed the cart. It would take them an hour to get to the center of the city, from where he was. That was assuming that the trading had already concluded, if the square was full it could take longer. Not to mention they would have to watch for thieves. Fei'eth leaned forward, "Time to start a new life."

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It had been nearly two hours since he had set out. The constant alertness was beginning to wear on him. Trading had not concluded for the day yet, but the crowds were thinning. Only one thief tried anything, and when Neka'tran bit his hand off, everyone gave them space. Fei'eth hated thieves, he himself had spent most of his life starving. Yet he never stole anything from anyone, and never would. He was an honest trades man, and enjoyed being so. He finally arrived at his new patch of earth. The tax collector was standing there waiting for him. "How was your ride in sir? Hopefully you did not receive any trouble on the way in." Fei'eth smiled at him, for he knew the tax collector already heard about the thief. The north had cruel rules against thieves, since the beginning of the Hieme in this land. Everyone has to scrape their own survival in this harsh land, therefore thieves are dealt with by the person they stole from. Any punishment can be given, so no one would bother Fei'eth for what he had done. "It was rather pleasant, though busy. Here is your payment." He said tossing the man the property taxes for the month, and with it went the last of his coin. He had only little steel to craft with, but he would have to make enough money off of it to buy more steel. Neka'tran would have to take care of hunting, and feeding the two of them. "Here is the food you requested." said the tax collector. "Enjoy your new home." With that the man left.

They quickly unpacked everything, and the merchants men helped him get the heavy stuff in place. He thanked them once more, then they left too. He quickly set up his tent, and started heating his furnace. Today was important day, as tomorrow a caravan from the west would be coming. The westerners would pay triple for armour, but he would only sell it for double. He really needed the money, so he would have to smith all night. I hope all goes well He thought as he slid one of his few blocks of steel into the furnace.

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His hammer rang out clear through the night, and even though it was close to morning his hammer was not alone. Every other crafter would be trying to get in on this sale, and trying to sell as much as they could. Fei'eth's shortage of steel was a problem, but he had managed to make two breastplates, two sets of bracers, and one helmet. All of the items had beautiful insignia on them, which was the main thing that stood out. A practiced eye, or if anyone were to test the armour, they would see that it had more flex. That was Fei'eth's secret making armour that was just as strong, yet one could move more easily. People thought he had done something to the steel to make it more durable, when in fact he had not. Since they could move more freely, they simply got hit less. So the armour would last them much longer. Fei'eth's finishing touch was to add his signature on each piece. When he looked up the sun was starting to kiss the peaks of the mountains. He would see a short nap before the markets opened.

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The doors to the market opened, as a flood of people streamed in. They were all odd looking to the Hieme, as all of them had darker skin. However their skin was hard to seen so tightly bundled up. Fei'eth had all his goods on display, and it didn't take long before he had a crowd. Other blacksmiths questioned where he had come from, as his tent had appeared over night. A couple of blacksmiths came over to inspect his work. They nodded their approval, there would be professional respect between them. Though Fei'eth had kept his prices low, there was soon a bidding war for some of the pieces. Before he knew it he had quite a pocket full of gold, and a new order for steel. Hopefully my armour finds good use in the western nation, and hopefully my signature gains some prestige.

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The two rarest areas for humans to live in Arhk'morina was the west and the north. They were the two harshest landscapes in the world, their climates not usually very supportive of the human race. They preferred the east and the south, where the temperatures were mild and the land more bearable. Some humans felt locked there, though. They wanted to see the vast and powerful west, or the rugged but beautiful north. Some learned to ignore and live with the extreme heat and cold, others could not and simply returned to the east or south after learning that they were not among the stronger humans.

Faust did not leave the east because he wanted adventure. He did not leave because he felt trapped. He left out of shame. Out of sorrow. He blamed himself for the deaths of his parents, but was surprised to find that in the north his luck seemed to grow against the tide of bad luck ebbing from the evil star in the heavens that had taken ahold of his life. Nonetheless, he learned to love the north. The frozen ocean surrounding it had felt more like a home to him than the high walls and militant atmosphere of Nalla. He had thrown away the uniform and poleaxe of Nalla, and embraced the ways of the highest regions of the world.

Many from the west had come here today. They sought the master craftsmanship found in the north. He had observed a mutual respect - though not without a hint of envy - from the Djinni towards the Hieme. They who were the "children" of the god of metallurgy were bested by those who served the goddess of the hunt. He had never been one for steel and iron armor. Though he found more comfort with an axe than a sword, he preferred the flexibility and light weight of leather and cloth - which is what most humans in the north wore as well.

He made his way through the gathered crowds, passing humans, Djinni, Hieme, Saetesh, and even the odd Minakri'i. Though the north was a harsh land, it had the most diverse population of all the regions of Arhk'morina. The weight of the battle ax on his back, the hatchets and tomahawk on his belt, and the daggers in his boots were almost second nature to him now. The fur and leather provided plenty warmth for him. He had always loved winter in the east when he was younger, now he lived in a land where the season never ended.

He noticed one particularly sizeable crowd, among the gathered were even a few other blacksmiths. He paused, curious as to what could be attracting this kind of attention. Faust made his way to the crowd and easily moved through it. His clothing and weapons marked him as a particular kind of person in the north: A Viking. Aside from the stereotype, the vikings were not all pirates. His particular langskip had been involved in trading and even fighting off the true pirates - which was how he received the scar on the right side of his face.

He reached the front of the crowd and ignored the shouts and chatter of the bidding taking place around him. He looked over the pieces of armor, noting the craftsmanship and even the signature of the particular blacksmith. His eyes rose from the armors to the maker. He seemed short for a Hieme - most of whom where quite tall and very powerful in apperance. He glanced once more at the armor and felt the trace of a smile on his lips. He listened to the bidders and the prices they shouted. The smile grew just a little as he looked back up at the blacksmith, "Are you new to the game?" he asked. "Or are you simply a natural at turning a profit for quality goods?" he asked over the noise crowd.

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"Make something of the highest quality, and the profit will turn it's self." Fei'eth said with a smile. As he handed a pair of gauntlets over to a particularly large man. Then he gave this new speaker a once over, this man preferred leather. It was obvious by the quality of the armour. "If you are looking for leather, yes I can work it, but I have none right now..." He looked again at the man's boots. "I'm Fei'eth, you are?"

(OOC: sorry about that had a long weekend was not able to post till today.)

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"Make something of the highest quality, and the profit will turn it's self." the blacksmith said with a smile. Faust's eyes moved as the Hieme handed off a pair of gauntlets. He noticed the Hieme inspecting him, "If you are looking for leather, yes I can work it, but I have none right now..." he said. His eyes lowered, which was hard to notice when it came to Hieme, but after being around them for a number of years one began to notice things. "I'm Fei'eth," he introduced himself, "you are?"

"Faust Szevn." Faust replied to the blacksmith's query. "And I'm not in the market for armor at the moment, though I appreciate the offer. I'm sure it would be of the same very fine quality your other works exhibit." he said with a faint grin, nodding back at the crowd of arguing customers fighting over Fei'eth's wares. "The same way they are appreciating it only somewhat quieter." he said with a soft chuckle.

The smile faded as a shiver ran down his spine, and he had the odd feeling of eyes boring into the back of his head. He was being watched. Whether it be with malicious or benign intent, it was still unsettling. Faust slowly turned around a little, his eyes moving over every person behind him until they landed on a single figure. His mind instantly clicked, instinct telling him that this was the person that had set off his personal alarm. Though on first sight he figured it was merely the fact that she had been staring at him that had unsettled him. He could not see nor sense anything dangerous about her.

He blinked and folded his arms over his chest, similar in fashion to the girl's stance, "Is there something about me you find odd?"

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"Faust Szevn."... "And I'm not in the market for armor at the moment, though I appreciate the offer. I'm sure it would be of the same very fine quality your other works exhibit." ... "The same way they are appreciating it only somewhat quieter."

Fei'eth chuckled as he sold his last piece of armour, his only remaining breast plate. Now he was hungry, and tired. It had been a long day for him. He watched as the man turned around, and began talking to a woman. This would not have been odd except for the strange look on his face before he did this. Fei'eth went alert, as he began packing up his things. There was not much to do but put he gold in his sturdily locked chest. He did this, while keeping an eye on the man. Neka'tran noted Fei'eth's unease, and was roused from his bed. He came to stand next to Fei'eth, as the two of them looked at the girl the man was talking to. She had a dog, but it was small. Neka'tran was four times as large, and much stronger. Fei'eth's only worry was were to eat. He waited politely for a pause in their conversation, or for it to end. Then he asked "Are you from around here I just moved in last night, and I am looking for a restaurant. Preferably one my large friend will be fed at as well." He smiled, though wolf riders were uncommon, he figured there would be restaurants that fed them.

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Lucinda continued to stare at the man, switching her gaze to the other as the two conversed. She looked away for a moment, licking her lips as she glanced among the people. Her gaze ended onto the man again, suddenly see him turn around. Lucinda blinked blankly at him a few times, then uncrossing her arms as he stared her down. She stepped back, shaking her head at the man's gaze.

"Um..s-sorry!" She said loud enough for him to hear, glancing around nervously. "Ah..n-nothing at all, I-I apologize." A small growl emerged from Kiba, Lucinda looking down at her dog, following his gaze. It landed on an even larger animal, Lucinda's eyes widening as she set gaze upon it. "Down, Kiba." She demanded her dog, crouching down beside him, placing a hand on his back, stroking his fur in hope to calm him.

She switched her glance to the other man talking, asking if there was some sort of pub nearby. Lucinda shook her head, frowning in apology. "Sorry, I'm not from around here." Lucinda stayed crouched down, still petting her dog.

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He waited for the girl to introduce herself. "Hmm... well then I guess we will just follow his nose." Fei'eth said laughing. "You are more than welcome to join me, would be nice to have some conversation with dinner." Fei'eth patted Neka'tran, then climbed up on top of him. He then lent over, and whispered in the wolf's ear. Neka'tran began walking down a path heading south. "This way, if you want to join me."

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