[ IP ] Forge Lands

Cinders and smoke filled my lungs with every breath. I never liked the taste of pipes, but natural fires always gave me an unimaginable comfort. Molten lava, specifically, gives off the most endearing scent, despite also potentially making any missteps fatal in Boru Valley. Regardless, the distance was intimidating, and before long I found myself in want of a rest. 
 
 
 Dropping my rear onto the rocky ground, I'd wait. I checked my water. Enough left for a quick sip. I checked my armor. The bones had held up well from before, barely cracked from my skirmish with Koma Tinma. And finally, with a glance from side to side, it looked like I might not run into anymore trouble. In the magma canyon, things were flat enough so that if something could see me, I could see it. My sable fur cloak gave me a slight advantage, as well, against the darkened flats. 
 
 Finally, before stirring up, I poked through my satchel. The crystal shard remained, and with the Iron Spire so close, there was no way I'd fail the Hearthmasters. They would have their prize, and I would have an opportunity for my revenge.
