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PostSubject: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Mon Oct 16, 2017 9:25 pm

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Haskell never got bored by seeing training, or fights, or people trying to prove themselves. Over the years all he did is grow and in a way he could see himself in all of those people, young Vikings and shield maidens, training here before him. Today it wasn’t only Haskell alone watching, the real Vikings and shield maidens where there to train to, what give a pretty good balance, experienced fighting the less experienced. Now at least Haskell had some fun for himself to. He fought some of his companions, amusing themselves, bragging out, showing off for the young future fighting man of the earl in Skagen. Haskell laughed as he surprised a man by tackling him on the ground. ‘You are getting old friend.’ Haskell chuckled, offering his hand so he could help the man back up, which he did. ‘You aren’t apparently.’ ‘I still learn from the young.’ Haskell nodded to his young fighters. These days they could have so pretty good tricks up their sleeves, and who would Haskell be to not use them on a occasion or two. It was his way of encouraging them to fight harder, by showing they were different, that he still could learn even from the most unexperienced ones. He saw it as a good time to dismiss his group from training. They all nodded respectfully and Haskell smiled, looking them by as they returned to their homes and lives.

A way for Haskell to come to peace with himself was going home or at least take a moment. He sat on a log, looking out over a little piece of pasture, grass jumping under the wind as his hair did to. He looked down to his sword that laid in his hand, resting against the ground. He turned it around, looking to his shiny blade before he stroke a finger over the stone imbedded in it. It was a stone he got from his father, that he required from the only travel he did in his life. The orange stone sparkled a little in the sun and Haskell pulled up the corner of his lips, admiring the precise manor this sword was made. Haskell his eyes traveled up, looking over the landscape before he pushed up, shoving his sword away over his shoulder. Time to look that friend up.

He was often so busy serving Halfdan and Harald and training those future Vikings and shieldmaidens, that he forgot about the things around him. He went hardly home to his parents, or Vern for that matter and the times he was over their passed way to fast. He should get a horse one day, would save time. He nodded to a few people while walking into the center of the village. Walking the streets he walked so often, greeting the people that were familiar. Growing up here gave him the advantage to know everybody, what worked out for the better for Halfdan who wasn’t here all his life. Haskell stopped at the blacksmith, walking in with a short knock against the door. ‘Is the fierce sword builder in today?’ He asked, looking away from the heating fire to the rest of the blacksmith, where was that friend of him hanging around. He pasted some foot and tore a piece of bread off before settling his eyes on a series of swords. He studied them, the fine steel, the good art, Hakon know what he was doing, that was why he was the best in the first place.

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PostSubject: Re: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Tue Oct 17, 2017 8:45 pm

Hakon had a tendency to get sucked into his projects, and today was one of those days. He'd had an order for a new sword, and he'd spent the morning heating the steel to soften it, then forging the shape of the blade with his hammer. The large work of the sword was done now, the blade itself was made. This was to be a special blade, though. He was asked to place runes along the length of the blade, for luck and strength and protection, for skill in battle, and he had just carving the angular shapes into the metal and stuck the sword back into the forge. He stood beside it, wiping sweat from his brow and peering into the forge itself, to see when the metal glowed red as cherries. He reached his large tongs into the forge and grabbed the long, broad sword by the tang. He plunged it into the large barrel of sea water, watching the rising, hissing cloud of steam with satisfaction.

A short, sharp knock sounds on his door and it swings open. He's behind the forge itself, so he can't see who it is, but he recognizes Haskell's voice. He gives the blade a few more seconds in the water before pulling it out. He walks around the forge and gives Haskell a small, genuine smile. He sets the still-smoking sword down on his worktable, carefully pushing aside pieces of antler and wood and he uses for handles. Most of Hakon's forge is immaculate, except for his worktable. It's always littered with various scraps of material and discarded handles when the one he's making isn't up to his standard.

He takes a few steps away from the chaotic table toward the door, pulling the large, heavy leather apron over his head. His clothes beneath it are clean, albeit sweaty, but it's always at least twenty degrees warmer in his shop than it is outside. "Where else would a sword-builder be?" He quirks his eyebrows, a small smirk tilting up the corners of his mouth. "What's more surprising is where the radningar is. Training done for the day?" Hakon isn't necessarily good at conversations, at being friendly, but it's something he's been working on since he opened his shop for business. A tall, lean man with huge arms and a frown, surrounded by weapons and hammers, isn't exactly the best for business. People want their blacksmiths smiling. He picks absently at a small, scabbed-over burn on his left arm.
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PostSubject: Re: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Thu Nov 02, 2017 8:58 pm

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They grew up way to fast, Haskell noticed that by the changes around him, the ways he grew in the favor of the earl and others. Sometimes even the tiniest little things reminded him of the days he was young and restless, looking for the adventures he now had. That blacksmith reminded him of that, how often he brought time through around here. Not for the art of making swords but more for the friend he found himself on those streets, Hakon. And that little boy from back in the day was now one of the most recognizable man walking around in Skagen, the blacksmith every warrior came to if they needed to get something done. Just as Haskell was recognizable on his way, being a skilled swordsmen and the teacher of many young people.

When he walked in he didn’t see Hakon right away so his eyes drifted away to what that man was making these days. All his forge work was clean, with his own signature in the smallest of details. Haskell had a lot of interest in the weapons Hakon made and he was especially the most happy with his own sword that turned out to be the further extend of his arm. His lips quirked up a little, stroke his finger over the shiny surface of one of the swords. His attention faded by the sounds from behind him, he turned around and smiled in an instant when he saw Hakon walking away from his work table in the back. ‘Drinking around the beautiful woman.’ He suggested on the words. ‘I know there are a lot interested in a swords builder like you.’ He taunted him a little.

He walked in between the things over towards Hakon when he asked what Haskell was doing here. Haskell chuckled, laying his hand on Hakon his shoulder as he arrived. ‘I thought, what would my friend be doing?’ He paused his words for a minut, petting his shoulder firmly. ‘So I stopped working to find out.’ He winked friendly, looking around him. ‘By the looks of it that friend of mine is doing well.’ He smiled, gazing his eyes over the instruments before looking aside to Hakon, awaiting his answer.

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PostSubject: Re: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Thu Nov 09, 2017 6:58 pm

It was strange how the passage of time changed things, and both men had grown from scrawny, mischievous boys to the men they were now. Men who were easily recognizable, men who were known in Skagen for different reasons. Haskell for his fighting skills and his position, Hakon for his work. It would be a challenge to find a pair of more unlikely friends than Haskell and Hakon: one good-natured and smiling, one solemn and seldom smiling. One friendly and outgoing, the other quiet and reserved. But they both worked hard, both were loyal, both were passionate about their work, and they'd known each other since childhood. They'd had vastly different childhoods, the farmer's son and the orphan, but somehow they'd understood each other and become friends. It was a friendship that had endured many changes, many years, and Hakon was grateful for it.

He steps from behind his forge and watches as Haskell surveys the small knives and axes he has on display. His shelves are less full than usual, just a day or two ago he'd walked around Skagen and delivered some finished projects to his clients. He only quirks his brow when Haskell suggests he could be drinking around the beautiful women, then he outright chuckles when Haskell says he knows there are plenty of women interested in a sword-builder like him. It wasn't untrue, but.... It wasn't exactly untrue, either. Growing up with nothing, Hakon often believes that's what he deserves. His forge and his house are more than he ever thought he would have, and he's grateful for them and grateful for the fact that he has the ability to work hard and provide himself with a good life. But he's poured all his energy into that, and hasn't spent much time focusing on building relationships. He never lacks for female company if he desires it, but he seldom spends the night with the same girl twice. "I think women prefer men who smile." In an instant he wipes the smile from his face, widening his eyes slightly so he looks menacing, maybe even a bit mad. But he drops the expression quickly, his small, easy smile returning. "And why aren't you drinking among the beautiful women? I know they flock to you." He raises his eyebrows, giving Haskell a suggestive smirk, and deciding that he and Haskell need to go drinking together again sometime soon. It's been too long.

He smiles as he hangs his thick leather apron on its hook and Haskell approaches him. He returns Haskell's squeeze on his shoulder with one of his own, grinning over at his friend. "What I'm doing is seldom a mystery. But you, on the other hand, always seem to be doing something interesting. What news of you?" He snorts, rolling his eyes lightly. "Of course I'm doing well. I've been thinking about taking an apprentice, but you know how that ended last time." It had ended, in fact, with Hakon chasing the terrified boy from his shop with a hammer. He wasn't going to actually hurt him, of course, he just wanted the lazy, sullen boy gone for good. Hakon can hardly keep the smirk from his face, remembering. It hadn't exactly been his finest moment, but he hadn't lost much business over it, either. It had been a few years and the boy was now apprenticed to a baker or some such nonsense, and he would flinch if Hakon so much as looked at him. Of course he found that hilarious.
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PostSubject: Re: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Sat Nov 11, 2017 11:05 am

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Coming from nowhere wasn’t an excuse, something that Hakon and partly Haskell proved. Haskell was just a ordinary farmer boy when he grew up, his wishes was to farm lands, provide to the village, trade. That vision changed on the moment Skagen was taken over by Halfdan The Black, when Vikings destroyed the inner circle and scared away the one air to the throne there was. The farmers were left alone but it changed Haskell, he dedicated himself to a cause. Just like Hakon did, he was nobody when they crossed paths for the first time. Hakon had nowhere to go, nobody to learn him anything and here they stood. One being the teacher of many, the other a skilled blacksmith. They did good for themselves, nobody stopped them and they grew separately to their own goals. Haskell was proud of Hakon in a way, just as Vern, Hakon was some kind of a brother he never had.

Hakon was well known to be a serious person, somebody you didn’t mock or you didn’t got a swift conversation with. He did his job, he made the finest weapons and delivered them before he returned and did it all over again. He missed some social skills, what made him somebody to fear in a way. When the smiled died out Haskell laughed softly, petting his hand against Hakon his cheek, gripping him shortly. ‘They let you believe they want a man that smiles.’ He reacted, seeing the smile return he let go of Hakon and took an small knife in his hand, studying it. ‘Secretly they just love a mysterious swords builder like you.’ He followed with a short look over Hakon his body. When the question came right back he lowered the hand with the knife. ‘Maybe I smile a little too much.’ He joked, carefully laying the knife back down before eying Hakon again. ‘I wanted to see you, it’s been a rather longtime friend.’ He answered a little more honest. They were both so busy, what was good, but it didn’t leave much place for interaction. They saw each other but strictly for business and that was a shame.

Hakon hanged his thick leather apron on a hook and Haskell leaned against the edge of one of his working table. There was so much laying around that his eyes always found something new to look at. When he stated that he was an seldom mystery Haskell looked back up. ‘Mysteries are good, reason more for the woman to look at you.’ He winked. Haskell was always joking, making conversations easy and light to handle. What was new? Haskell stood close aside the earl, he knew more than others knew. ‘Harald has an alliance with Kattegat, but with Ragnar away he and Halfdan want to go over there to see what is still left of that great Ragnar Lothbrok. We will sail there, you should come, if you need supplies.’ He said, looking around. Haskell had never been to Kattegat before, he knew Harald wanted to sail back to France but with Ragnar gone who knew what would happen. When he stated that he wanted to look for a new apprentice Haskell laughed shortly. ‘The reason more to come to Kattegat, maybe you find yourself one there that can keep up with you.’ He chuckled. That boy he had first was a terrified little man now, working food instead of hammers. ‘You traumatized that boy for the rest of his life you know.’ He joked, remembering how scared the boy looked when somebody strong looking approached him. ‘You have time for a friend and a place less hotter than this?’ He pointed around with his finger. Hakon was used to this, Haskell always found it to be pretty warm when he was around here.

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PostSubject: Re: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Sun Nov 12, 2017 3:50 pm

If there's anything Haskell and Hakon both understand, it's how to grow from nothing and make yourself into something. They've come a long way from running around getting in trouble together as children into the respectable men they are. That's not to say they never get into trouble together anymore, because they still do, and that thought is enough to make Hakon grin when Haskell mentions Katregat. He waves off the statement of mysteries being good, and focuses instead on Kattegat. Hakon has traveled a little, he went on a few raids when he was apprenticed to Vidar. His master required his apprentices to go raiding, so they would know what a warrior needed from his weapons. "Of course I'll go to Kattegat and see what their steel is like. I'm sure mine is better, but seeing theirs can't hurt." He raises his eyebrows at his friend. "If you're sure that soft traders town can handle both of us, that is."

He considers for a moment when Haskell says maybe he'll find a suitable apprentice, then shrugs. "It can't hurt to search for one. And if he didn't want to be traumatized, maybe he shouldn't have been so lazy." He shrugs. "He simply didn't have the makings of a good Smith. I won't waste my time on someone who can't handle the work." He smiles sheepishly at Haskell when he asks if he has a place less hot. He's accustomed to the heat of his forge, but most people are not. "We'll go into the house." He walks over to the front door of the shop and drops the locking bar into place. The back door of his shop leads outside, and behind the forge is a small yard containing a large woodpile, a small cart for hauling things, and Hakon's house.

He opens the door and motions Haskell inside. His house is small and neat, a table against one wall and a large hearth against the other. His pots hang in hooks on the wall and there's a sword resting on pegs above the door, a shield painted blue resting beside it. There's a pair of chairs at the table, a jug of water and loaf of bread resting on it. His old dog, lying near the hearth, lifts his head and sighs happily, stretching his head up to be stroked, and Hakon crouches down to oblige him. The dog probably doesn't have much longer left to live, but Hakon has had him since he was apprenticed to Vidar. He stays in the house and yard mostly, or sometimes accompanies Hakon in the forge, but he doesn't roam with him anymore.

Hakon stands and grabs two cups from their hanging spot on the wall, takes a jug of ale from a shelf, and pours it into the two cups. He makes a vague gesture indicating Haskell should make himself comfortable, and takes a sip of his ale before raising his eyebrows at his friend. "Better?" He grins.
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PostSubject: Re: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Sat Nov 18, 2017 1:53 pm

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Haskell was a born fighter but even he selected some worthy, some he trusted with his life. He fought alongside of the best and most feared Vikings Skagen had known. And yet it weren’t them he was trusting to fight aside. It were people as Vern, Hakon he trusted, because there was a story, there was a connection, they knew each other. If he had to travel away and he had the choice to take somebody with him of his own choosing then it would probably be somebody like Hakon, giving the assignment. It was why he mentions it to Hakon, on traveling with him to Kattegat in the first place. Skagen never traveled much, if they did, they did it with a rather large force of power. Halfdan loved on making a mark, taking over Skagen was that, he rather wanted to keep it that way. ‘I didn’t say yours wasn’t better.’ Haskell joked with a smile. Hakon was a proud man who took his job very serious, offcourse he thought to be the best. ‘If we go, they at least know how to get better, hmm, what do you think.’ He slapped Hakon against the shoulder. Just as Hakon knew what he was doing, Haskell knew that to. He saw the both of them already walk into Skagen.

When the subject came down on that little boy that used to be taken care of Hakon he couldn’t do anything else then laugh about it. The words of Hakon made him nod, in a serious way. He was right, more than right. Haskell hated it as much in his work to, people who weren’t cut out for the job. ‘At least,’ he began, turning back to his friend. ‘he found his place now.’ He shrugged. ‘Good bread, did you taste it?’ He joked lightly, remembering that boy making bread instead of hammers. ‘In every village there is a person worthy your attention and skillset, you will find yourself somebody, just keep looking and be yourself.’ He winked. ‘Won’t be a problem, that last one.’ He chuckled, knowing that Hakon always remained 100 percent his true self.

When he suggested on going into the house Haskell nodded and pushed himself away from the table he leaned against. He followed Hakon to the back that leaded towards his own house. He had been here before, but every time he looked around, typical Haskell, like he wanted to eliminate possible threads. Hakon offered him a cup and Haskell nodded thankfully while pulling his sword over his shoulder, laying it down on the table so he could sit more comfortable. ‘Better.’ He stated on the words. He sat back, sipping his cup before looking aside to Hakon. ‘You build yourself pretty the life Hakon.’ He stated, knowing he came from nothing. ‘What else do you want, in life?’ He asked curious. He wanted for himself to rank up more than he was already, he dreamt of so much more, but his friend was a mystery on many levels so he could only ask.

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PostSubject: Re: The swords builder of Skagen [Hakon] Tue Nov 21, 2017 10:33 pm

Hakon chuckles as Haskell says he knows Hakon's steel is better than Kattegat's. He's a proud man, especially when it comes to his work, and he knows that's something Haskell understands. They're much the same way in that regard, these two men who are so different in so many ways. But they've grown up together, grown strong and responsible and good. And if they're both a bit prideful of their work, well, there are worse things to be than proud. They could be mean or unkind, they could be selfish and sneaky, but they aren't. If pride is their biggest downfall, then the pair of them are doing alright. Their careers have taken them on vastly different and yet entwined directions, and Hakon thinks that's a fortunate thing. It allows them the chance to remain friends, and the chance for new adventures together, like traveling to Kattegat. He returns Haskell's grin with one of his own. "Of course I'll come to Kattegat. It's been too long since I left here."

He's spent the last five years building his business, and it's finally at a point where he knows he can leave for a little while and still have customers when he returns. It's time he took a short break from Skagen, and Kattegat is as good a place as any. He chuckles, shaking his head, when Haskell says his former apprentice makes good bread. "Of course I didn't taste it, he'd probably poison me." Hakon scoffs. He shrugs. "Although I guess I'd deserve it." He groans when Haskell continues, saying he'll find someone worthy of being his apprentice if only he's himself. "Haskell, I'm not one of your warriors-in-training. Your inspirational talks don't work on me." He aims a half-hearted jab at his friend's shoulder, shaking his head. "Just be yourself. Gods. Save it for the frús." He can't help but chuckle. Haskell's advice is good, but he's right. Hakon is pretty true to himself most of the time.

He pours the ale when they enter his house and watches as Haskell sets his sword on the table so he could sit more comfortably. He remembered that sword, the forging of it and the delicate pattern in the steel. It was a beautiful blade, perhaps some of his finest work so far, and he was happy to see Haskell still carried it. He'd put all his skill and care into it and all the small smithing magics Vidar had taught him. The sword carries the kiss of flames and the embrace of the ocean, for he'd quenched it in seawater. He'd cut his own palm with the blade so it would know the taste of blood and always thirst for it. He turns his attention from the sword back to Haskell as he speaks, asking him what he wanted next in life. Hakon had never thought much past getting his forge up and running and his client base established, and now that he'd accomplished his goals, now what? Now he continued on, forging and building his client base, and he built his reputation as the best blacksmith around. He would take apprentices and teach his craft to younger men and women, and what? He raises his cup in Haskell's direction. "That's the question, isn't it? I'll keep forging, and I'll take an apprentice. Maybe find a woman, have a family. Who knows but the gods?" He takes a sip from his ale and raises his eyebrows at Haskell. "And what do you want, Haskell? You've come a long way, my friend, and built yourself an impressive reputation."
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