TRA: A God's Sorrow

Chapter 10: Knowledge

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Grodak

Grodak ran his hands along the forge, feeling the crevices that he was all to familiar with. This wasn't the forge he had worked in before, yet it was. He had the odd feeling the forge knew who he was and was happy to see him.

Grodak leaned against the stoney stove, his arms outstretched as he absorbed the cold of the stone. If someone in the kingdom of Whitewater was asked what held Grodaks heart, they would have difficulty deciding between his forge and his wife, Xierma, his people coming in as a close second.

Grodak ran his hand over the tools that hung to his left, pulling his two handed hammer down. He smiled, it was time to light this forge and see what he can make.

Grodak grabbed some of the wood that sat at the right of the forge and began to start the forge. As Grodak lit the flames Grall appeared next to him. Raising his eyebrows at Gralls odd expression, Grodak stood and left the forge, giving it time to warm up.

"Whats wrong, Grall?" Grodak asked as he began to prepare his tools.

"Grodak...." Grall stopped, he wanted to tell Grodak everything the Source, Jarada had told him, but he didn't know where to start.

Grodak turned to face Grall worry stricken. "Grall," Grodak said, his voice carried the worry he felt, "what is wrong, my brother?"

Grall stayed silent, debating with himself on what he should say and if he even should say anything. "Grodak," he finally said, holding his breath, "could you reforge oathkeeper for me? It broke in the battle with the armored knight."

"Is that all?" Grodak said laughing, relieved that it was nothing to severe. "Of course I will, when we get back to Whitewaters forge."

"No," Grall said, "I would like you to use this forge."

Grodak slowly looked into Gralls bandaged eyes. "What do you see?" He demanded, he disliked the idea of anything changing the forge he spent his time building and working in.

"This forge," Grall spoke slowly, elaborately, "is imbued with the same powers of the void. Wouldn't you say, a weapon forged from this forge would suit me very will, brother?"

Grodak held his hand to his jaw, thinking about this. "For a God of death to have a weapon forged in a forge that is imbued with the void, I think its rather poetic, my brother."

"Can you also forge me new armor and two other weapons?" Grall asked, he appeared to be afraid he was pushing his luck with Grodak.

Grodak smiled, it was strange but he felt as though he was looking upon a younger Grall. The child he had once been sure would lead the orc tribes to glory. The child he had once looked up to, for, even at a young age, Grall was someone who held wisdom that even the elders of their tribe respected.

"Should I make you the weapon you said you dreamed up?" Grodak said, memories of when Grall was young and had a large imagination came to mind. Grall had once spoke of how he dreamed about holding a sword that stood taller then a man, he would then swing his hand in an over the top fashion.

Grall seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and appeared to not even hear Grodak at first. "Huh?" Grall said realizing Grodaks eyes were on him. "Oh, yeah. Sure. Make it however you see fit." Grall then turned around and left Grodak alone.