rushing trough the fires raging around me i see how monsters starts appear from the shadows and following me. i smile with anticipation of the challenge that i will face as they will soon catch up with me.
the heat from the fires around me makes me remember the first time i took up the hammer and started to learn the art of blacksmithing, i remember the heat from the forge and the heavy weight of the hammer in my hand.
sweat trickles down from my forehead, as i round the last corner i smile as i see my friends waiting for me, quickly i finish the last dash to a corner where i turn around and face the monsters following me. as i grip the spear hard and prepare myself for the fight i hear my friends starting to chant and work their magic.
the first attacks seem kind of slow but as the monsters get closer my friends magic starts to affect me and i start to move with an unearthly grace and speed. cutting and stabbing with the spear i work furiously to keep the monsters at bay. The sheer amount of monsters makes it hard though and I'm soon covered in nicks and scratches. the heat and the heavy workout quickly makes me sweat heavily and my wounds starts to sting but my friend sees my condition and as her magic flows trough me the wounds quickly closes.
the fight is hard and sometimes six monsters appear where i slew one and they quickly join the fight. one of the monsters suddenly step forward and manages to slam its sword to the side of my helmet stunning me, the monsters all immediately closes the distance to kill me but as the claws reaches and starts to tear my flesh i regain composure. As i prepare myself to counterattack i hear my friends chant and feel how my vigor restores and the wounds heals. Concentrating i draw out strength from my body and soul and make use of the toughness i gained trough out my traveling and slams the ground with my spear and the massive shock bewilder some of the monsters and i take the opportunity to press hard at them and really soon only one monster remain, i quickly change weapon to my hammer and twists my body to deliver a crushing blow to his armor. it knocks him down and leaves him stunned on the ground and a quick blow to his head finishes him for good.
as i lay panting from the exhaustion of the fight my friends step forward and starts rummaging trough the monsters, finding all sorts of precious items. they ask me how i feel and i tell them I'm soon ready again for another fight. they nod to me with respect and tell me they will be ready to assist me with their magic anytime.
i ponder on the name given this place and i find myself smiling. "Forge of the gods" they call it, and no wonder, you certainly gets shaped here, like a hammer shapes the iron. here you will either die or get the toughness and experience of a god.
(i hope i manged to get the story ok enough. pointers for improving is welcome, fixed spelling now atleast i belive. )