Ever since he was young his father pushed the idea of becoming a blacksmith upon him; teaching him some of the skill here and there, always trying to enforce the fact that his father was a blacksmith, his father's father was and so forth onto unknown generations. So when he first told his father he was going to...

Sitting there within his father's shop the young male would simply polish away at his sword as his father finished hammering out the imperfections of the armor he'd boughten. It had been nearly a week and the old man was finally putting those final touches on it. The duo had worked...

The still of the morning was disquieting. Jayden paced back and forth in front of the Tower of Babel. Today was Jayden's very first time delving into the Dungeon himself. His hand was planted to the hilt of his sword, as it usually was. His nervousness was getting the better of him, as he bit his lip in solemn wait. His patience was gradually waning, as a short-stemmed, finite resource that he had not...