#bluemountainsblacksmith

[wardentheo]

Starter for @blue-mountains-blacksmith

Upon parting, the night had not treated Theo any kinder than it usually did. Nightmares plagued him, and cold sweats soaked his rented tavern sheets to ward off any significant amount of sleep. A usual burden, though in this particular instance he was not quite as bothered by it, for he at least had something to look forward to in the coming morning.

Despite the darkened skin that cradled his bloodshot eyes, Theo still wore a pleasant expression all the while as he readied his supplies for impending travel. His accompanying mabari’s claws clattered against polished wood as the Warden descended steps and onward towards his final destination of the marketplace. It was still early enough to see the plumes of his own breath in chilled, misty air and Theo had not yet seen the full peek of the sun’s light upon the mountains.

Still, he awaited his friend’s arrival with patience and took to leaning against a wooden post established in the town center. A few early-bird merchants had soon arrived to set up shop, which he greeted with a cordial nod and smile, but for the most part he simply resigned to waiting. It was not at all time wasted however, as he took to playing fetch with Toki, his hound, in the time allotted to them.

Usually, he was too busy with his duties to spend quality time with his companion, so it was honestly quite a pleasant reprieve to simply spend the morning in such a carefree way.

[wardentheo]

 blue-mountains-blacksmith​ 

Time back in Denerim always left Theo with a strange sense of ache and nostalgia. When certain corners were turned, a blackened memory would flare but more often than not most parts of the city allowed a boyish happiness to blossom. Places he used to play or share meals with friends after snatching some unsuspecting noble’s coinpurse. The rooftops his bare feet used to run across and the alleyways in which he’d spent hours staring at the night sky. This particular place however, was one he’d never truly known before.

Muddied boots carried him towards the still-lit glow of a smithy, work still seeming to be done despite the late hour. It at least doused his worry of an imprudent arrival - he’d meant to see Stahl at the market that day, but business got the better of him. It was often that way unfortunately, thus making this little exploration and a visit to a local friend outside the Wardens a near reprieve for him.

“...Stahl?” He called as he approached. Voice was tentative at first, though raised along with a wide grin upon seeing her face covered in soot and sweat. “Maker, woman! If I didn’t know any better, I’d say your very bones were made of steel!...Care for a break?” A laugh trailed his words as he leaned against a post nearest the entrance.

[thehobbitelo-blog]

blue-mountains-blacksmith

"I do not get to see you often enough,  my dear friend," the hobbit spoke amiably, "how have you fared?"

[tolkienrppositivity]

Wonderful muses come from wonderful places. One comes from the Blue mountains, is a beloved and kinda blacksmith. Well-written and kind. Both mun and muse of blue-mountains-blacksmith are gems to the tolkien rp community!

[askrossiel]

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[wardentheo]

Blood Sports and Merriment [Stahl + Theo]

Light and jaunty tunes carried over the the lively crowd that had gathered in the marketplace, merriment and celebration having spilled out over most of the streets of Denerim. Though Theo always loved any reason to partake in a party, the festival of Satinalia was his absolute favorite. It was the only holiday where frolicking with strangers and getting so shitfaced that you streak through town square bare-arsed and cackling was entirely acceptable. He would know.

Having spent the day dancing with the ladies and gentleman of his beloved home city and gorging himself on all the different pies there were to offer, the warden finally took a break to rest when it came time for another competition of sorts. No real prizes or awards were given - it was simply a series of sparring matches to test one's strength and agility against an assigned partner, all in the spirit of good fun. Such an event was right up the rogue's alley, having never turned down an opportunity at a good and friendly duel. Even when simply a spectator, this show in particular had always been an interesting and eventful one.

Still licking sticky fillings from his face, Theo watched with excitement as the first few rounds of volunteers bared their hearts and skill, some warranting impressed gasps and applause from the crowd where others only garnered laughter. Soon enough, it came time for his own round and once his falsely-given name of 'McBosom' was called, the warden tried to hide his childish snickering as the gate was opened and he was ushered into the dirt ring. In the midst of stretching and preparing himself for the coming fight, Theo suddenly paused to spy the person who'd obviously entered as his opponent. Immediately, his attention was drawn to a woman with obviously strong arms and an eye-catching hue to her hair that was only highlighted by the sunlight that shined down over the two of them. The halberd she carried was fine-crafted and though he admired the weapon for just a moment, a sigh left his lungs at the implication - Great. Distance attacks. He'd have a fun time getting to her with his more melee approach.

"A pleasant Satinalia to you, m'lady!" The elf beamed in a surprisingly pleasant tone, though his poise already showed his preparations to strike once the starting bell was rung. Daggers readily rolled in his palms as back straightened and his soft steps began to carry him in a slow circle. "I look forward to our match...best of luck to you!"

[littleawkwardpanda]

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Send me a “≈” and my muse will react to yours shoving them into a body of water.

Sora coughed and gasped for air as she broke the surface of the water. “What in the name of Morgoth’s bloody balls was that for, you twat!” she screamed pushing her damp locks from her face. Her light robes clung onto her, she blushed realizing they had become translucent from the water. She glared back at the smith, “You’ll pay for that.”