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 Posted: Fri Oct 10, 2008 11:59 pm
Chris spent his days working and learning at the blacksmith shop. Chris always did his best at learning and keeping the shop up, as well as making simple items. During the late afternoons and early evenings, he would go out and collect materials to practice blades smithing and perfect the right mixtures of metals to make damascus steel. With what little coin he had left after living expenses, he would record a journel and write down notes. In the journel he wrote about his experiences and ideas on who was behind all of this that brought him and the others here. He also kept notes on his smithing experiences and wrote down what he knew of swords, metals, and misc things such as the "I" beam. He would share his ideas and knowledge with Samuel, hoping he would pick up on some of them.
Later on during the evenings, Chris would pull out his pocket Constitution and write copies of it, almost word for word, except for that pesky 16th admendment, instead he wrote about fair taxation. He would also write about the virtues of liberty, but used his dragon name, Storm Nobleheart to sign the letters. He didn't want people to know that he is the aurthor of those letters, nor the person making those copies. The idea of people living under a strict and sometimes tyranical theocracy was unacceptable to Chris. He aimed to do what little he could to help change this.
During the night, around twice a week, he would drop off a copy or two on the door steps of people who he felt were reasonable and could at least read half way desent.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 12:07 am
Chris brought in some of his ideas one morning while he checked on the two blades he had been folding for the past week.
"Hey Samuel. COme take a look at this and tell me what you think of it. I don't know if they have these around here, but this is something they use in the construction of buildings and bridges where I come from." Chris said as he unrolled sketches of an I beam.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 3:52 pm
Samuel came in from over by the forge to check out what Chris had drawn to quickly glance at it and shake his head.
"I don't know if you're from closer to the mountains, but there's nearly not enough iron around here to make something like that." the blacksmith said as eyed the blades Chris had been working on. "You're spending too much time on them, got an order to make four shovels, and need you to start shaping them soon" Samuel said as he walked over to a bin to pull out some flat, crude pieces of iron that could easily be shaped with some heating and hammering.
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Posted: Sat Oct 18, 2008 8:06 pm
Chris sighed. So many great ideas and so much knowledge in his head, and no one seemed interested in any of it. Perhaps he could find a contact in a larger city, even perhaps the Capitol of this foresaken Kingdom that would be interested. Chris wasn't about to just let his mind go to waste. Hopefully his letters and writings have stirred the pudding some. Even though no one seemed that interested in him, at least they treated him a lot better than those in his same situation.
"Not a problem, shouldn't take long at all to finish this order." Chris said as he started on them immediately.
At least the two blades would be ready for their cooling and final shaping and honing in another day or two. He ahd the clay all ready for itA third he just started recently once he gathered enough materials layed in it's very early stages. Chris hoped that he had done well with them. The crafting of knieves and wood working tools taught him quite a bit and gave him valuable experience. At least there was one good thing about working with metal, if you messed up, you just melt it down and start over again.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 10:21 am
Samuel got out some large wooden rods that would make up the handle for the spades once Chris was finished. While Chris worked, and Samuel worked the front of the store for a while, one of Loghedge's guards approached him.
"Good Day to you Samuel, hows business been?"
Samuel nodded hello to the guard "Been decent, now how can I help you?"
The guard looked towards the back of the store where Chris was. "heard you got yourself a new apprentice, and also got a few complaints from folks that have told me someone that looks like him been leaving literature on the doorstep of folk's homes, literature that talks of a different form of government than we've got, and goes against some of the laws of the land" the guard said as he handed Samuel a folded letter, that he scanned over with his eyes with a frown.
"Chris, come out here a moment" Samuel called to the back and waited for Chris to come out from by the forge.
"Now this guard tells me you've maybe been writing these letters and leaving them at people's homes, Now is this the truth Chris or is it not?"
Samuel asked as he set the letter down where Chris could see it as the blacksmith folded his arms over his chest
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 9:06 pm
Chris did his best to prestend he did not hear most of the conversation. He did his best not to smile. The thought that his actions cuaght attention of important people almost pleased him. He walked over to the letter and picked it up to read it. Chris was a terrible lair, and didn't like doing it in the first place, so instead he quickly came up with a creative way to tell the truthy. He looked to Samuel and said. "That is something I cannot tell you. What I can tell you is that my legal name appears no where on this document, and I am not the aurthor of this literature."
Chris looked to the guard and folded his arms. "So Officer, why the big hoopla over some literature left on the door's of people's homes. Please enlighten me as to why am I being accused of this and what laws did I supposedly break in these accusations?"
"This had better not turn ugly." Chris thought to himself as he subtly looked for a way out just in case the worst case scenario played out.
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 8:28 am
Samuel frowned, he didn't like the way Chris seemingly danced around the issue, it sounded only half-truthful at best, but the Blacksmith didn't say anything as the Guard reached into his pocket to pull out a small green cube shaped stone, no bigger than an ordinary die.
"Ordinary literature be fine, but stuff such as this disturbs the peace, goes against the established order of things we got here. With the tension already brewing between the Church and the King, the last thing we need is political literature floating around and stirring things up. Now, hold out your hand" The guard asked Chris, and provided he did as he was asked, the guard placed the small cube into Chris' hand.
"Did you write this literature?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 06, 2008 5:18 pm
Chris kind of figured that it might be some sort of lie detector, similar to the script reader he saw that Gerta had. He knew it would eventually get back to him, but he didn't figure it was going to be this soon. He had hoped he would had gardnered some support before this. Chris looked the guard right in the eyes with a slight smile on his face. Yes Sir, I did write it. I do not regret it either. I do not approve of rulers telling me how to live my life. I don't want some big wigs up at some church telling me that I have to be Christian and follow their doctrine, and no. I am not a Christian. I am a follower of the old ways. More precisely, I am a therianthrope. By the same token, I don't like seeing other told how to live their lives. I don't like the horrible things the Church has done to people. I strongly believe people should live as they chose to as long as they do not violate another's life, liberty, or property through force or fraud.. If believing in liberty and spreading the word of liberty is what I am guilty of, then so beit. This dragon is not going to be someone's little lap dog and pretend he is something he is not." Chris wished he had his sword completed. That way he could just disarm the guard and probably scare him enough to grab his stuff and make a run for it. This was not good at all.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 11:54 am
The small cube indeed was a lie detector, and glowed green when Chris spoke until the guard took the cube back. It was probably fortunate that he did tell the truth then, and not find out what the little cube would do to punish those who lied.
Samuel's displeasure grew as he heard Chris speak, and pointed a finger at the man. "And people here don't like others telling them their way of life isn't as good as whatever your's has been like" the Blacksmith was unhappy to say the least, but held his anger in check. "Chris, I trusted you enough to let you be my apprentice, but not being truthful in this matter is too much, and you'll have to leave" Samuel walked over to take the swords Chris had worked on, and tossed one into the forge to get melted down, and handed the other crudely shaped and dull unfinished blade to Chris. "This will be your payment for today's work, now take your things and go" Samuel commanded as the Guard nodded to the blacksmith and watched Chris coldly.
"Its Obvious then that Loghedge is not a town you are fit to live in, people live as they want to here, and won't be having someone slander Loghedge's name with your nonsense, so me and my friends will kindly escort you outside of the city, and then you'll be on your way" From outside the shop two more guards stepped in. There would be no running off and escaping now, Chris was quietly being evicted from Loghedge.
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Posted: Fri Nov 07, 2008 2:06 pm
Chris glared angrily as he watch weeks worth of hard work go up in smoke. All that time gathering materials and perfecting the mixture to correctly form the alloy. All those attempts it took him to get those blades shaped and stregnthened, all gone. Chris clinthed his fists so tightly, that his nails drew blood. He looked down at the thrid blade he had been working on. "They don't want you, the others don't want you. Nobody wants you nor cares, you are all alone. Suicide by cop might not be such a bad idea afterall." thoughts ran through his mind.
Chris grabbed his head. He wasn't looking too well at all, his skin cold and pale. "NO!" Chris yelled out. "No, that will not be nessicary. I can leave on my own. I just need to grab my belongings and then I'll go. Just let this soldier leave with a little bit of honour." Chris said as calmly as he was able to as he started to gather up his belongings.
Chris felt bad that Samuel got mixed up in this. "I apologize that you got mixed up in this Samuel."
Chris just kept feeling sicker and sicker. He felt like he had to throw up, but just swallowed it back down, trying to keep his compossier.
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 9:17 am
"Thats Fine, but we're still going to escort you out, and make sure you don't take off and hide someplace else in town" The guard told Chris as Samuel gave him a short nod of acknowledgment but didn't say anything else, and the guards stood back to allow Chris to leave on his own
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Posted: Sat Nov 08, 2008 3:30 pm
Chris packed up all of his things, putting his notes and writings in a scroll case. He gathered up his tools and picked up some supplies. Chris let out a deep sigh as he walked out of town. "It figures. You are nothing, but a 100% useless idiot Stormy7. Can't do a god damn thing right. Nobody wants you. Can't blame them, you are such a terrible terrible and useless person. Should of did the world of favor and blew your head off with that shotgun over a decade ago. Just like you to be such a coward.YOu no good piece of crap." Chris said alloud as he left town.
Chris's stomach continued to turn and rumble. He felt bad sick and a bit paranoid. What if they were watching and following him. What if they intended to kill him, just not in town in front of everyone, but in the forest where no one would see, know, nor care. Chris grabbed some leaved branches and started covering his tracks. He wasn't going to let someone track him down like some sort of prey animal. He walked toward the river and walkedjust inside of it so he wouldn't leave tracks. The flowing water would wash away any evidence. He walked the opposite direction of Gerta, Cecil, and Damian. They didn't want him, nor did he want their help. He refused to go crawling back to them. He would go it alone. Might as well since he had pretty much lost just about everything. Lost a home, make that two homes, lost his family, his friends, and lost some more of what little honour he had with the incident in town.
The sick feeling just kept on getting worse. It felt as if hisinsides were tearing themselves apart. "Fracking aye! Stop it, stop it now stomach!" Chris yelled out loudly as he knelt down. He had anxiety attacks before, some pretty darn bad, but nothing like this. Chris couldn't hold it back any longer as he threw up into the river. It felt worse than when he had severe food poisoning. He rinsed his face off with the cool water, as well as rinsing his mouth out. Chris was too scared to take more than a couple small swollows of water, being scared that he would throw that up as well.
Chris just kept on walking, even well into the night. He just wanted to get as far away as he could from everyone since he was so disliked. Whenever someone disliked Chris, that is what he did. Just went away. Chris finally stumbled over near the river. He pulled off his soaked boots, then just layed there. "This seems about as good as place as any to fall asleep." Chris said as he regained his breath and let out a slight laugh. Chris curled up and fell asleep dispite the pain in his stomach. He was just way too tired and upset to pay it mind any longer.
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