BW PDF - Midnight Campaign

Chapter FOUREquipmentThe blacksmith worked his hammer with a slow rhythm, a song ofskill and steady hands. The new weapon that was taking shapeunder his hammer would be a beautiful tool, a sword that would beworthy of the best of warriors. The sword’s blade glowed a feral red,showing its aggressive nature until he took it to the barrel andbathed it in salt water, to cool its temper. It hissed its protest andsteamed the water, vocalizing its indignation. Admiring his work, hemused that this would be one of his fi nest blades yet. He set theblade out just in time for the bell above his door to ring, signallinga customer.The smith looked up to see one of the most haggard people he hadever met. The swordsman, most likely an adventurer, looked likehe had been half-chewed by a dragon. His armor was dented so badlyit only vaguely resembled armor. He was holding the broken hiltof a heavy longsword, and he had a quiver that only carried twoarrows. One of them was missing the fletchings, and all of thegear was covered in char-marks.“I assume you’re here to buy some new gear?” The blacksmithsmiled, and the adventurer matched his expression. The scars onhis face were fresh pink, recently healed and probably throughsome arcane means. “Let’s start with the armor.”They went through the blacksmith’s wide collection of examples,until the Smith finally took an order for exactly what his customerwanted. He re-stocked the man’s arrows, he’d just gotten a bunchfrom the fletcher this morning, and then they turned to thereal task.“I need a new sword.” The adventure said, resolutely.The Smith glanced back at the masterpiece he had just finished.There was a brief feeling of loss at having it sold so quickly afterit was finished, but such was the business. Such a fine weapondid not deserve to be left on a shelf.“I have just the one you’re looking for.”