Sparks flew in rhythmic bursts as Khon banged repeatedly on a wide sheet of heated metal. The sleeves of his black shalwar were rolled up over lean, muscled forearms covered in scars, the left decorated with a strange, curling black ink tattoo. He had draped his gun and sword belts over a chair nearby, but could still feel their weight on his hips. He sweated and grunted as he beat the metal into shape, gripping the large hammer in one thick-gloved hand while steadying the metal with a pair of tongs in the other.
Djau had damaged a large section of his armor plating in a skirmish with some thugs near the docks of WestEnd. Most of them only had the most mundane and readily available weapons, knives, small arms, a couple with low-level wands, but one had pulled a rocket propelled grenade out of a box they had apparently been in the process of delivering, and Djau had taken the hit.
?HUUUUU,? Djau said, glancing down at his exposed side. His internal gears were visible, clicking and grinding away amidst metal tubes and snarls of cable and pulleys. Beneath it all, the flicker of his unquenchable flame could be seen within its vented prison.
?Yeah I?m almost done, quit rushing me. You want a permanent dent in your side or not?? Khon asked his partner, who let out a long steam-filled sigh and slumped onto the concrete floor of the warehouse. ??sides, this is all your own fault.?
?HHRRRRR!?
?You?re damned right it was.?
Khon continued to bang away at the metal, then dipped it in the vast pool of water to cool it down. It hissed angrily, the dull orange of hot metal cooling to a dull gray. Khon was reattaching the thick sheet of metal to Djau?s side when the construct groaned again and pointed at the open warehouse loading door.
Khon looked over his shoulder, his right hand reflexively reaching for Harava, which was suddenly at his side, along with Araru. He relaxed when he saw a diminutive bald man in the orange robes of a monk standing in the doorway. He was as stooped and had so many wrinkles on his face that it looked like a shattered window.
But his expression was calm, not serene though. His overly long eyebrows were too close together for serenity. He looked like he was barely controlling whatever worry or problem was troubling him.
?One minute old timer,? Khon said and hurried to finish Djau?s patch job. The old man said nothing and did nothing while Khon worked. He finally shuffled forward and took a seat when Khon offered him one after finishing with Djau.
?So, what?s troubling you?? Khon asked, taking off the heavy gloves and leaning back in a chair that had his duster draped across the back.
?I run a small monastery just outside of RhyDin,? the man said. ?I have received regular messages and visits from other monks from a sister monastery near Mount Yasuo, every week, for the past twenty years.
?I have not heard word from them for over three months now. I am concerned for my brothers. I-I am too old to make the journey myself.?
?So you want me to go check on the monastery?? Khon asked. The old man nodded. ?That?s it? Peek my head in and come back and tell you what caused your brethren to quit writing you??
?If the monastery stands, if my brothers are dead, alive, or missing, and?? the monk paused, chewing on his words. ?And if they are dead, to find who or whatever is responsible and?and??
?Kill them,? Khon finished. The monk and Khon stared at each other for a long time, until finally, the monk nodded.
Djau had damaged a large section of his armor plating in a skirmish with some thugs near the docks of WestEnd. Most of them only had the most mundane and readily available weapons, knives, small arms, a couple with low-level wands, but one had pulled a rocket propelled grenade out of a box they had apparently been in the process of delivering, and Djau had taken the hit.
?HUUUUU,? Djau said, glancing down at his exposed side. His internal gears were visible, clicking and grinding away amidst metal tubes and snarls of cable and pulleys. Beneath it all, the flicker of his unquenchable flame could be seen within its vented prison.
?Yeah I?m almost done, quit rushing me. You want a permanent dent in your side or not?? Khon asked his partner, who let out a long steam-filled sigh and slumped onto the concrete floor of the warehouse. ??sides, this is all your own fault.?
?HHRRRRR!?
?You?re damned right it was.?
Khon continued to bang away at the metal, then dipped it in the vast pool of water to cool it down. It hissed angrily, the dull orange of hot metal cooling to a dull gray. Khon was reattaching the thick sheet of metal to Djau?s side when the construct groaned again and pointed at the open warehouse loading door.
Khon looked over his shoulder, his right hand reflexively reaching for Harava, which was suddenly at his side, along with Araru. He relaxed when he saw a diminutive bald man in the orange robes of a monk standing in the doorway. He was as stooped and had so many wrinkles on his face that it looked like a shattered window.
But his expression was calm, not serene though. His overly long eyebrows were too close together for serenity. He looked like he was barely controlling whatever worry or problem was troubling him.
?One minute old timer,? Khon said and hurried to finish Djau?s patch job. The old man said nothing and did nothing while Khon worked. He finally shuffled forward and took a seat when Khon offered him one after finishing with Djau.
?So, what?s troubling you?? Khon asked, taking off the heavy gloves and leaning back in a chair that had his duster draped across the back.
?I run a small monastery just outside of RhyDin,? the man said. ?I have received regular messages and visits from other monks from a sister monastery near Mount Yasuo, every week, for the past twenty years.
?I have not heard word from them for over three months now. I am concerned for my brothers. I-I am too old to make the journey myself.?
?So you want me to go check on the monastery?? Khon asked. The old man nodded. ?That?s it? Peek my head in and come back and tell you what caused your brethren to quit writing you??
?If the monastery stands, if my brothers are dead, alive, or missing, and?? the monk paused, chewing on his words. ?And if they are dead, to find who or whatever is responsible and?and??
?Kill them,? Khon finished. The monk and Khon stared at each other for a long time, until finally, the monk nodded.