Hammer and the Anvil - The Longest Johns

Riot - Three Days Grace

'....Shit. Too much steam would mess up the orders, won't it?' The Smith folded their arms, their hair refusing to stay still.

SEND ME 🤍 + A SHIP AND I’LL TELL YOU…  

Blows cigarette smoke in Fran's face. "Are we done playing house? We have orders to fulfill..."

@dolls-otherworldly-dollhouse

The smith coughs through the smoke, claws cutting through what was remaining before squinting toward the artificer.

The blonde had been getting used to the appearance of these random books, and this time was no different, another book being slid across the bar to her. Tankard in hand, she began the story without a word…although, this one was very different.

Who were either of these people? Neither of them were familiar to her.

An Elven artificer bound to a wheelchair, and a…Teifling…swordsman? The book couldn’t make its mind up what the other woman was, flitting between several descriptions as the story progressed. Their relationship was a strange one, with lots of foul mouth banter between them as they progressed their journey. There was one thing that connected them, however, and that was the passion of the Craft.

With the Swordsman’s Smithing know how and the Tinker’s eye, the pair were able to craft incredible weapons beyond comprehension. They only got more complicated as the story went on…the blonde struggling to wrap her head around them if she were being honest -