The Mighty Hammer

[Kenyon Ahearn]

It was a warm sunny day, the birds was chirping and the breeze was cool, throughout Britain merchants continued their daily work. A carpenter named Tristin Sandrock was busy about his daily tasks, varnishing furniture and crafting some tables, when all of a sudden a knock came to the door.

“Allo?” Tristin called out, no reply.

He went to the door, unbolted it and pulled slightly on the handle, the old door creaked and sighed as it budged open. There before him was a lady wielding some sort of hammer. Noticing the hammer he looked at the women, quite tall slender with dark grey hair.

“Allo love, how can I err help you?” he asked, with a bemused look.

She smiled at him, and then, in a soft voice replied;

“Hello there! My name is Sally, I was stopping by , and I wondered if you had any wood?”

“Wood? Of course! I have oak, apple, walnut, cedar, O’hii etc etc” he smiled, now they were talking about something he understood, his passion for his craft and profession apparent.

“Ah yes, I require a couple of logs of your finest walnut please. How much?”

“For you me dear, free of charge, I was just out this morning in the woods, it’s freshly cut!”

“Excellent, well then I think I could return the favour, fancy some cold cider?”

Sally, with a smile rattled her purse, and then looked over to the Blue Boar close by, and with a nod they both departed to the public house. Tristin looked at her curiously,;

“miss, why do you carry such a heavy hammer?”

She once again smiled at him, and then spoke;

“Okay if I tell you a secret, you swear to keep it to yourself?”

Tristin nodded,

“Well this hammer here, is magical! I found it in the forests near vesper, I’ve not let go of it since”

In wonder Tristin gawped at her, “And you’re being serious?” she nodded, “Show me” and both of them stopped under a tree, she grinned at him, swung her hammer and then darkness surrounded them both. Whirling lights flashed by, the sky turned a deep blue and suddenly, they appeared in Vesper.
Completely confused and bewildered, Tristin stared at the woman, then through the feeling of having his insides squashed, passed out.

A few hour later he woke up, in front of Sally who was still grinning, “I told you it was magic, you’re at my home, I’ll bring you some cider!”

[Quintoz]

Dennac called out Quintoz name in the darkness, he moved towards the far side off the room, he failed to examine the distance and walked right into the wall.
He listend closely to the voice, he was told to slay two unbelivers, one off them wearing a magical hammer, he was asked to kill her and retrive the hammer to him.
Quintoz then found himself in the middle of Umbra, he moved towards his house in order to equip armor suitable for the task at hand a few minutes later he stood in his battle armor, his shield firmly on his arm and the sword in his hand he began to ride on his death steed summoned with Dennacs power, a black gate appread, it had a white outline - the color of Tekstone, he rode into it before him appeard a city and two poeple, one off them was a girl with a big hammer and the other one was a man he reconized as a carpenter.
He spoke with his voice full of power, with a commanding tone.
-You two bow before Dennac!.
-Who is the man your talking off? said the girl.
-The god of chaos and destruction, now bow before Lord Dennac!.
Tristin jumped in behind the girl.
-Why should we? said the girl.
-Bow or die silly girl.
-Not very nice are.
-Your inncolence amuses me, now bow wench!.

She refused to bow and Quintoz drew his sword and throw a blow at her, she skillfully jumped out of the way and hit his death steed.
As in a chain proccess he fell forward and she hit him to the back of the head with all the power she had and it crushed his skull into the helmet.
Before he died he knew why Dennac wanted the hammer, it was most magical.

[Pecullia]

She lived life day by day, not knowing much and not caring much about anything.

”Sally…Sally! Wake up!” the rusty voice yelled.
“You have been sleeping in that Pig Faeces all day now! Get up and find us some kindlings before the dusk sets in!”

Sally slowly sat up, holding her left hand to her forehead, smeared in something any man with common sense would stay far away from.
That Cider had been hitting her harder than usual.
The heavy smell of the Maneure surrounded her and she tilted to the side and puked out the last of what once was fresh Cider and fish steaks.

“The Hammer!” she gasped while wiping the sour slime off her mouth.
She sighed in relief when she noticed It was still in her hand.

But what had really happened that day with the awkward looking carpenter….