A warrior must be worthy o' tha weapon. If ye are na' worthy, I won't waste my hammer on ye, no matter how much coin be in yer purse!
Hallyd Oathbinder
Walking down Silver's Road, you can't miss it, The Celestial Forge. A horseshoe shaped building, squat and rather plain on the outside. Ya don't hear the sounds of the hammers beating on the anvil until you are practically on top of the place. But the inside...the inside is a touch of magic that you won't soon forget. The ceiling inside is a stone of pure black but all along the ceiling are what look like stars winking as if you were looking at a starry night out in the country.
The forge itself, set in the center of building burns with a blue-white fire like a newborn sun and pulses in a rhythm that reminds one of breathing. Racks of weapons, armor, and shields of all kinds decorate the walls and stand alone racks deeper inside the smithy. Apprentices and Journeymen scurry to and from, working smaller, normal forges on various commissions and projects while at the Celestial Forge itself, one may find the renowned mistress of the forge, Hallyd Oathbinder.
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