Prologue Unto Greatness

[Dracos]

And so the heroes left the king's chambers, a grim telling having been laid upon them.  The burden of two thousand years resting on their shoulders.  They would have help...but the journey from here on out was destined to be dangerous beyond their wildest imaginings.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Where is this Grensayer, anyway?" asks Helena, of nobody in particular. "He didn't say. Probably the armory, but he didn't say where that was, either."

[Olvelsper]

"Um...don't you kinda...live here?" Craig looked at the red mage with disbelief on his features. "He made it sound like the guy was a famous person."

[Anastasia]

Mentally not being surprised at Helena's airheadeness, Alex nonetheless stays in step. "Ask someone," he shrugs, suppressing a yawn. Great disasters or not, this was a pain in the ass and a lot of work.

Damn.

[Carthrat]

"Oh, well, maybe he is," replies Helena, thoughtfully. "Am I supposed to know about people I've never needed to know about before?"

[Olvelsper]

"You use weapons. And wear armor. I'd kinda figure you'd know a bit about people in your home town that make all that stuff." Craig shrugged. Oh well, nothing off his nose.

He walked up to a random townsperson.

"Hey, ever heard of Grensayer? Armory type of person, supposedly good enough for the king?"

[Dracos]

"Grensayer, the royal armsmaster?" The guard returned.  "Yes, I have, are you looking for him?"

Dracos

[Carthrat]

"Hear that? He said *Royal* armsmaster. Lowly townsfolk like me must make do with the local blacksmith," replies Helena, in a huff.

[Olvelsper]

Craig rolled his eyes. "Yes. Where is he?"

[Dracos]

"Head to your left, take the first set of stairs down and go down that hallway.  He should be working in the armory.  Look for the guy with the large dragon tattoo on his left arm.  That's Grensayer."

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Thanks. Have a good day." Craig lead the group off to meet Grensayer.

[Dracos]

Downstairs in the armory, they spotted several smiths working hard to keep up the quality of the weapons and armor of the Cornerian military.  In the back they saw the mighty figure of Grensayer.  He was a tall smith wearinng no shirt as he smashed down on a sword with a mighty hammer, a tattoo around his left arm of a chinese style red dragon.

Dracos

[Olvelsper]

"Are you Grensayer? The king sent us down here to meet with you." Craig patiently waited to be acknowledged by the man.

[Dracos]

The man continued for a few moments, making sure the blade was just right before quickly lifting it up and thrusting it within the cooling water.  Taking a moment, he grabbed a dirty cloth, wiping his face and turning around.  "Huh, The king sent you, ye say, eh?  Yeah, I'm Grensayer, best smith around these here parts."

[Olvelsper]

"The king sent us to ask you for help, since we were on a very important quest to rid the land of Chaos' generals."