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[Jaios Coglias]

Spring 3 513 AV The young Isur found himself in front of a forge, the heat around him made him feel alive. He had just been in Nyka for a few days, working with a temporary visa trying to make himself known for full citizenship status into the city. He had grew up in Sunberth as a smith and moved in Nyka just a bit ago. He still had not made a name for himself but he was trying to prove his skills so he could open his own shop. As an Isur he was different from other races that could smith. His left arm, a forest green shine was able to touch the hot metals and shape them as if they were just soft clays. This was one of the traits an Isur had that other races did not as Jaios placed his hand his hand into the forge as he molded the metal into a flat surface as he molded it with his left hand, a pair of tongs in his right holding it down. Really Jaios had no idea how other races could forge with ease like he could. He never knew his race in detail as in sunberth he kept to himself honing his skills and laying low. However if he knew one thing in life it was how to make weapons. They were so often needed in the world for everyone had to use them. Right now, he was turning this lump into art. He was going to make a chakram out of the metal as he made it flatter and more round with each passing of his hand. His left hand was doing most of the work, as his right hand held the tongs to keep it held down and moved slightly. He removed the metal, it was at last becoming more flatter and round as he held it with his left hand, his right hand taking a hammer and swinging it downwards hitting the object. Thud. Thud. Thud. After three hits he placed it back in the forge where he molded it once more with his hand and the thongs. It was slow work but most crafting was if he wanted to do it right. The once iron bars were now a flat disk that was 12 inches in diameter which was the normal size for the weapon. The middle was empty making it a ring like weapon. He had spent bells working on the task shaping it just right. He took it out of the forge at last placing it in a barrel of water. The steam filling his eyes as the sounds of hissing metal touched along his ears. The weapon was done but he was not done with the work. Once he took it out of the barrel of water he took it to a sharpening stone and with care he let the edges of the blade touch the wheel as he moved it with care to detail as the edges became sharper and sharper with each passing chime. until at last he removed it from the stone. Normally he would be done and this item could be sold but this was not to be sold but as a gift. He had to make waves and had to stand out in the city. The best way for this was to show off. As a Isur he was born with many gifts and one gift he was going to use was his gnosis from his god. He took the new Chakram weapon and left the Sharp Blade Headquarters and made his way back towards the Safehaven Hostel which he was staying for the time being. He was trying to get his citizenship, open a shop and get a stable home within the city. This project he was working on was a ticket for him to try to move events faster. He knew from talking to a few people that the city was broken up into four areas. He had make friends with the East area of the city since they had the most money. The idea was to give them this weapon as a gift to see if that could make the wheels move in his way. At last he was back inside his room, he had paid for ten days and he was trying to get what he wanted before he had to pay again. So that is why he was trying to push himself to make new friends since he was alone in the city. He took a seat on the ground, the weapon in front of him within his hands as he looked upon it. Imparting was taxing. He knew this as he had done this before with the help of Izentor as he focused upon himself and the weapon. The mark was alive and flared to life once more as he felt his energy drain with each passing chime as he felt the weapon in his hands change and mold. While it looked the same he knew it was far from the same weapon he had made. This weapon was becoming so much more as the Izentor changed it in such a way it would be a prized item no matter how it was crafted before. If it was cloth, it would never tear. If it was a building it would withstand anything. Yet as a weapon it would never dent or dull as it would keep its edge. This was why Isur made the best of items as due to the Izentor mark even if anyone could earn the marks. Yet it came at a price as Jaios was done. It did not take long or so he thought as the chimes became bells and the bells passed with haste as he was zoned out onto the weapon. He felt it come in a wave crashing along his soul as his body felt tired. Sore was a word he would not even use as he could not move. He was unable to move as his eyes closed to sleep and rest with the weapon dropping to the ground and rest he would do. Tomorrow once he would wake he would take himself and the new weapon towards the East side and give it as a gift to whoever would grant him the time so he had a shot to open his dreams.