Forge him good [Ravien Delapor]
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				Title: <strong>Forge him good [Ravien Delapor]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Chapeau</strong> on <strong>16-05-2013, 17:15:39</strong>
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				The line between good and evil, right and wrong, just and unjust, has always been a blurry and unclear one. In the end, past all morality, only one thing survives, only one concept thrives: desire. No matter who you are, where you are or what universe you are, one thing drives the whole world: desire.<br><br>The land of Yund is a vast kingdom of kinghts and nobles, scientsts, scholars, wizards, politics, discovery, intrigue, plots, war. Wars have been fought on it's earthly soil and it's tall mountains remember the name of the dead. In it's plains, farmlands have been cultivated for generations, feeding the massive population of the various cities dotting it's landscape. The current ruler of Yund, a serious man, keen on profit and personal gain, is aware though that a happy population is a productive population. Though there is starvation, plagues and wars, the population is mostly content and at ease.<br><br>Yund's culture changes a lot depending on where you are in the realm. Beliefs change, political leaders vary, architectures adapted to the needs of the moment and surroundings. Here and there, vast cities serve as a major home for most of Yund's population and government. But no city is as impressive as Yund's metropolis and economic center Kyrh.<br><br>The city of Kyrh is the biggest, most populous and richest in all of Yund. Quickly expanding, houses are built in it's outskirts, small shops and workshops providing the population with work. But the more you move toward the inside of the circular city, the taller the buildings get, the more impressive the city becomes. Towers house myriads of citizens running the various merchant guilds, shops and bureaucratic offices needed for the functionning of the kingdom. The King delegated most of the bureaucracy to Kyrh to simplify the administrative life.<br><br>Kyrh is split in three great districts lead by the biggest and most influential organisations in the Realm: the Trifecta, three guilds “sharing” the power over the city and part of the kingdom. Each guild owns a third of the city, and that delimitation is strongly enforced by the King. But under the covers, things are not as pretty as they seem. Yearly, the guilds gather influence and power to gain the role of Chairman, ruler of the whole city. During the year, plots, kidnappings, murder and torture happen behind the scenes, guildmembers at eachother's throat while riches pile in their vaults.<br><br>But in the turmoil, the city is a buzzing economic center, with large corporations as important as smaller workshops. And few shops are as well known as a modest smithy with whom the Guilds trade for hard to obtain equipment. Custom made swords and armors, rings for harnesses, torture devices, chains and more “kinky” equipment are made without shame there, under the supervision of the head smith and his apprentice Ezekiel Kay.<br><br>Under the harsh tutoring of the head smith, Ezekiel is learning the trade. He has worked hard to get where he is, honored to work where he does. Ezekiel is a handsome man, toughened up by the rough life of smith. A talented craftsman, his real strength lies in fine work, fine tuning, the little details, fine mechanisms, though he works on those in his spare times.<br><br>It's a new day and Ezekiel is stepping in the smithy at opening hour. Early in the morning, the sun rising above the horizon, peeking on the paved street, coming above the city's skyline. He wore a white shirt, sleeves ripped at the shoulders, revealing a well toned body, scarred here and there by his work. He ran a hand through his short black hair. “Good morning Master.” he casually said, dropping a cloth bag in a small room in the backstore, grabbing a leather apron and donning it, along with a heavy pair of leather gloves.<br><br>“What's on schedule?” he asked politely, looking at his boss already at work.
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