07-17-2011, 11:12 AM
The following are a series of letters written by Kerana Axestorm. The name of the recipient has been withheld by the request of Miss Axestorm, and the letters have been provided for study to the Explorer's League.
Letter 1
Work always seemin' ta expand ta fit th'time ye got ta finish it. An' this soldier's plate seems ta be takin' ferever. Th'others be lookin' at me strange fer crankin' up th'heat, tellin' me "Ye tryin' cook yeself alive?". Ta be honest, me been feelin' th'heat less an less. Prolly just me bein' a hard arse about it. Then again, me haven't been havin' ta wipe down th'sweat from me village feeders as often. Which be a good thing, damned pervies all around tryin' ta sneak a peak. Ain't as bad as it used ta be though, like when me first picked up me hammer. Me used ta get th'tauntin' an foolin', tellin' me a lass's place be in th'kitchen. Seems ta me then that a lass can stand th'heat, which makes bein' at th'forge all th'more right.
Me kept workin' deep inta th'night on this lad's chestplate. Always found it ta be th' most interestin' piece o armor, since it protects th'heart, an me always wonder what kinda heart me be protectin'. Is it one that be fightin' fer honor? Fer power? Fer coin? Me daddy used ta say, "Ain't no room fer beginner armor on a warrior!", so me likes ta think that all me pieces gonna save some brave soul in th'middle o great battle! Me tries ta keep tellin' meself that. Lets me keep me faith in th'people around me, an keeps me inspired ta work.
When th'piece be as far along as me can take it, me finally rests. It be damn near mornin, but me feels that second wind finally comin' down from a gale ta a breeze. Me takes off me gloves ta get a glimpse o me callouses. Me wears 'em like honor badges. They be getting tougher of late, an this day they be feelin' even tougher, like stone, even chippin' a bit. Me heard stories o where we came from, an heard about th'brothers in th'north made o earth. Perhaps this be me reachin' ta th'ancestors? Ain't sure, but me will leave me gloves on till it passes. Don't want anymore attention than me already gets.Me been in Menethil Bay a couple months now. Me be lovin' th'fresh sea air when me actually takes a break long enough ta enjoy it, or when me breaks at all. It makes me relax a lil' easier, but me callouses ain't gettin' no better. Maybe th'salt o th'sea be doin' it. Me shouldn't worry. Me can't worry. Thar be too much ta get done fer me ta slow down fer a couple bumps on me hands. There be a group o soldiers waitin' on these repairs, an' me gotta live up ta th'family name.
Speakin' o family, got a letter from me cousin Remyl. Never remember which side o th'family that crazy bastard be on, though me be pretty sure it be me mum's. He tells me all is well, an' that he hopes me be hammering at th'anvil faster than he be hammering wenches. Such a nut that one is, but he does manage ta put a smile on me face. He also sends me some salve fer me hands, sayin' they be hard as tree barks an' if me wants a good man, me needin' soft hands. If only he knew what these hands be now, he'd lay wit every herbalist an' alchemist lady he could find ta get me a cure! Gotta love family. They always seem ta find a way ta lift yer spirits when they be at their worst.
Me finishes at th'forge, a lil' early fer once. Think me may be able ta sit down fer a proper dinner an' celebrate. That is, til me takes me gloves off, an' there be pieces o stone on top o me hands, too! Maybe they chipped from th'bottom and slid inside me gloves? Me hope so, though th'toughness o me skin on top says different. Guess me will be stayin' in tonight. A shame too, cause me had a perty dress in mind, an' an eye fer th'barkeep. Me will try this salve an' see about it tamorrow.
Letter 1
Work always seemin' ta expand ta fit th'time ye got ta finish it. An' this soldier's plate seems ta be takin' ferever. Th'others be lookin' at me strange fer crankin' up th'heat, tellin' me "Ye tryin' cook yeself alive?". Ta be honest, me been feelin' th'heat less an less. Prolly just me bein' a hard arse about it. Then again, me haven't been havin' ta wipe down th'sweat from me village feeders as often. Which be a good thing, damned pervies all around tryin' ta sneak a peak. Ain't as bad as it used ta be though, like when me first picked up me hammer. Me used ta get th'tauntin' an foolin', tellin' me a lass's place be in th'kitchen. Seems ta me then that a lass can stand th'heat, which makes bein' at th'forge all th'more right.
Me kept workin' deep inta th'night on this lad's chestplate. Always found it ta be th' most interestin' piece o armor, since it protects th'heart, an me always wonder what kinda heart me be protectin'. Is it one that be fightin' fer honor? Fer power? Fer coin? Me daddy used ta say, "Ain't no room fer beginner armor on a warrior!", so me likes ta think that all me pieces gonna save some brave soul in th'middle o great battle! Me tries ta keep tellin' meself that. Lets me keep me faith in th'people around me, an keeps me inspired ta work.
When th'piece be as far along as me can take it, me finally rests. It be damn near mornin, but me feels that second wind finally comin' down from a gale ta a breeze. Me takes off me gloves ta get a glimpse o me callouses. Me wears 'em like honor badges. They be getting tougher of late, an this day they be feelin' even tougher, like stone, even chippin' a bit. Me heard stories o where we came from, an heard about th'brothers in th'north made o earth. Perhaps this be me reachin' ta th'ancestors? Ain't sure, but me will leave me gloves on till it passes. Don't want anymore attention than me already gets.Me been in Menethil Bay a couple months now. Me be lovin' th'fresh sea air when me actually takes a break long enough ta enjoy it, or when me breaks at all. It makes me relax a lil' easier, but me callouses ain't gettin' no better. Maybe th'salt o th'sea be doin' it. Me shouldn't worry. Me can't worry. Thar be too much ta get done fer me ta slow down fer a couple bumps on me hands. There be a group o soldiers waitin' on these repairs, an' me gotta live up ta th'family name.
Speakin' o family, got a letter from me cousin Remyl. Never remember which side o th'family that crazy bastard be on, though me be pretty sure it be me mum's. He tells me all is well, an' that he hopes me be hammering at th'anvil faster than he be hammering wenches. Such a nut that one is, but he does manage ta put a smile on me face. He also sends me some salve fer me hands, sayin' they be hard as tree barks an' if me wants a good man, me needin' soft hands. If only he knew what these hands be now, he'd lay wit every herbalist an' alchemist lady he could find ta get me a cure! Gotta love family. They always seem ta find a way ta lift yer spirits when they be at their worst.
Me finishes at th'forge, a lil' early fer once. Think me may be able ta sit down fer a proper dinner an' celebrate. That is, til me takes me gloves off, an' there be pieces o stone on top o me hands, too! Maybe they chipped from th'bottom and slid inside me gloves? Me hope so, though th'toughness o me skin on top says different. Guess me will be stayin' in tonight. A shame too, cause me had a perty dress in mind, an' an eye fer th'barkeep. Me will try this salve an' see about it tamorrow.