Ba'al walked down the street dressed ornately in black and white. His walk was casual with his hands in front of him as walked towards the forge with purpose. He needed new knives and didn't want to buy just any kind, so he felt hand-made ones were the best to purchase. Special ones, for a special purpose ( Read more... )

Oz pulled up his blue van to the door of The Forge. After paying Kara Thrace for the cage, he started to load the large pieces into the back of his van.

The bars were sturdy from what he could tell. He'd have to make sure the edges, when he finally put it together, were secure. Luckily, he was a pretty good welder himself. He heaved them into the ( Read more... )

( Laura )

Starbuck didn't have much appreciation for a village that let a psychopath roam the streets and kill people just because he could. She figured he was impotent in other areas if he had to destroy buildings just to get off. For a couple of days she'd stuck around Roslin's side, because in her time, if something happened to that woman they were all ( Read more... )

Annatar had several projects that he was working on. The spray of orchids was almost finished and back in his rooms, though he had an extra set of flowers here to look at as he worked on the mosaic grip of the knife for Guy--the technique was very similar. The blade itself was done and waiting to have runes etched on it, a phonetic rendering of the ( Read more... )

Luccio had established a routine in the village-- sparring and weapons practice at the dojo, training in the gym, meditation in her room (and sleeping and eating in moderate doses, of course), but she hadn't yet found a job ( Read more... )

Things were so much easier at night. In the light of the day Wesley couldn't ignore his haggard appearance, not that he much cared what he looked like, but it was hard not to notice the dark circles under his eyes or the weight he had lost. There was also the unbearable feeling that life was mocking him a feeling so much more painful in the light ( Read more... )

The doors were wide open, anything to get a breeze. Fortunately for Joslire he was bred on a hot planet, so the heat by the fire was unpleasant, but not deadly ( Read more... )

Joslire had been working on this for months. He had built the tiniest of smelting furnaces outside the forge, had burned his own charcoal, and notebook after notebook was filled with the records of his attempts to produce the Steel. So much of his precious Emandisan ore, such a quantity of carefully selected plants rich in various minerals ( Read more... )

Annatar was at work in his area of the forge. He worked on his own things, the work of a jewelsmith and not that of a blacksmith. Currently he was finishing a piece for some man he'd met outside the jewelry store. The man was looking at a heart-shaped pendant for his lady for a strange upcoming holiday. They'd just had something where people gave ( Read more... )