Thread:The Second Age Server/@comment-4405253-20161209151400

Karzahni was once a young man who always had his head in the clouds. He long dreamed of making many friends and accomplishing great deeds on his adventures, taking down Orcs by the hundreds and being praised as a hero. However, his parents were overly protective and rarely let him out of their sights.

They believed his wandering mind would lead him to trouble as they did not trust anything outside of Greenwood. This overbearing protection had kept him from straying too far from the mainland, and even having grown up does he still feel the weight of his parents watching over him from afar.

Although he had grown up and since then became a husband and father of two, his mind still lingered, yearning for adventure. He took over his father's job as a Smith, allowing him to watch the Soldiers train from afar during his work. When he was alone he would mimic and practice their training and techniques. To swing a blade even at thin air was exciting to him, to hear the sound of a sword being unsheathed was music to his ears.

As he was still an apprentice at the time, his work went unnoticed and others were quick to judge his work based on his time as a Smith. No soldier would even bother to touch his wares. Everyone was under the belief of rumours that he was another 3rd rate blacksmith like his father.

If he could not venture the world and be the hero he's always dreamed of becoming, he'd have to find purpose in being a Smith. It was no secret that his father was a pretty faulty smith. Blades broke to easily, balance was incredibly off, and sometimes even they were way too dull. Karzahni knew what he had to do. Should the time ever came, they'd turn to him for weapons and they would soon give him the recognition he deserved/.

Through the many decades he spent working with Bronze, Iron, and great Elven Steel, he has earned quite the reputation amongst townsfolk and various travelers around Greenwood. Many of have been used to cut down any invading Orcs and those that support their kind. His mind no longer drifting, his mind becomes fully focused when metal is presented before him. The slamming of a hammer against hot metal and the sparks that fly when sharping his work puts a smile on his face. Perhaps adventuring wasn't for him. Perhaps the forge was where he always should've been. He hopes that Greenwood's military will one day call upon him to make fine Elven Steel for them. 