Humble Beginnings

 She appeared suddenly on the nameless road heading into Egylon. The sun has almost completed its set, causing long, distorted shadows to loom across the road. She had heard of the exploits of a newly apprenticed Dagonborn Forger. A craftsman for the ages he shall be... Some had said. His work will rival the best of all of Astara's followers, others have touted. She simply must see for herself.

The town was bustling with people, even at this hour. Just inside the city limits was a tavern; it appears that most people were going there. She enters the tavern and sits at the bar, ordering mead and a special for the day. She also gets a room for the night.

Bard sings her a song..

She goes to fick gold pieces in his hat, and swift as lightning he next to her, clutching her arm. Face to her face, nose to her nose. Eyes locked in a passionate showdown.
"Let go of me..." Astara said in a scowl.

Egylon is a small town with a population of 367 people. It is situated just north east of the realms center. But even with it position it is not very well known Provence.

The streets are cobble stone and shops lined the road with their owners apartment homes above. It was late in the evening when she arrived, and long shadows casted by the loom closed shops pointed the way to the only tavern in town. The Bard Way

She as she enters the Tavern she is immediately accosted by warm smells of fruit, ale and spices. Warm hues of yellow, gold, red and blue give the place a comforting home friendly feeling. Sounds of enjoy and laughter, mixed with lively music fill the air and over take her with enjoy. How is it that I’ve never been here. She thinks to herself.

As she is swept away up in to one gents arms after another as she stumbling unknowingly into a round dance that had beguiled and entranced the entire room with merriment. The magically dance which seems to last but a short while ended with the closing of the tavern. She lands in his arms the music blaring and all encompassing. Smells of lavendar, vanilla and hazelnut invaded her missals causing them to flare as she inhaled deeply

To drink in its warmth and pleasantnesssShe feels it permeating her entire being. Feel the music down in places untouched. It touches her now almost Lu physically, the Ty then reverberates through her body rocking her very core. He releases her, to the next but not before their eyes meet forging a link. The expression on both of their faces was one shock and extent. He releases her hand to the next and with it only the memory of the moment remained. Flushed, tired, confused and little sad at the ending of the night she gets a room  and heads off to bed.

Deep in the throws of erotic dreams, dreams of the nameless faceless seductive eyed man she smells lavender, vanilla and hazelnut. In her dream he lays in her bed, facing her grazing wonderingly into her eyes. In her dream he glently touches her face… Who are you, beautiful beguiling lady. He whispers and with a soft kiss. Then a confused look over shadows his face: Astara queen of the forge. Keeper of the primordial flame. Goddess of battle strategy. The golden dragon.  His startled breathe awakens her.

Astara, awoke to a empty bed in a hazy fog wondering if she dreamed the whole thing or had he actually been in her room. Sun light filled the room a joy that made her forget the dream and remember her purpose. She had traveled to Egylon to meet a particular young Dragonborn, who had begun to make a name for himself at the forge. 

Lyndor Arcedius is a 5 generation red dragon borne artificer. He grew up in the small town of Egylon and his family is very well known as they operate the only blacksmithing establishment for miles round. Those passing through Egylon going from place to another or one battle or adventure to another would stop by the shop to have they swords sharpened and they armor mended. But Lyndor had a special gift. It is said that he used his breathe weapon to fire his creations virtually breathing life in to everything he forges. His mendings are touted to be like new and his original creations are said to almost rival those of the followers of Astara. 

So they say and so she must know. 

The Arcedius Forge as it is called was adjacent to the tavern she was told by the bar keep. You will find young Lyndor’s work to be exquisite.