Well, I guess this is it.
After 92 years Karl Haridron finally dying.
I lived quite long so I dont really mind dying all of my friend have already died so I just need to follow them.
Good thing that I wrote that damn will so my students children cant do what they want with my stuff. I would love to see their reactions when will is revealed by my attorney.
I earned quite a good amount of coin with my skills. I forged masterpiece level swords and other metalwork, most that I sold personally to people who valued my works for other reasons than their cost.
I did it to deny greedy politicians and other thrash from owning things that I made.
Still even after pissing off many politicians they gave me title of "national treasure", hmm...
I guess they didn't really have a choice as I am... well was only one who reached that skill level.
They still called me a "dwarf" behind my back as an insult. It is true that my height is only 1,4 meters but if there were real dwarfs in this world I would be taller.
That "nickname" might have also been reason why I decided to dye my hair and beard orange like in one of the fantasy stories that I did read during my childhood.
My choice of colour surprised many and even my own family needed couple of months to adjust.
Only thing that I would change in my life was the death of my wife. I know that her death was an accident but I really would have wanted to live longer together.
Dying at age of 41 is just too soon. After her death I have not had any interest in love but I would still occasionally go relief myself at local red-light district. I am sure Elise would forgive me, she knew that I needed company at least once a month.
If I were to be greedy I would also change how my children grew up. Only one turned out alright while other I seem to have spoiled rotten.
Haaa... raising children is really difficult.
Woah! Looks like I finally died now I am just like those ghosts in movies.
It feels really strange to float over your own corpse...
OK, enough of this! What happens next?
Arrg! Too bright! Who is trying to blind me? Huh? Answer me!
???: Sorry, sorry. I forgot that human eyes don´t like bright lights.
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K: (who is that bearded old man that looks like he just came out of smith?)
???: I look like this because I am god of smiths and craftsmen. My name is Tyonta by the way.
K: You can read my mind?!
(He can read minds? Wait, what he is a god?)
T: Yes. Do you find it that surprising?
K: YES!
T: I will stop then. As a show of good will as I have something I want you to do.
K: Sure. What is the thing that god like you would want me to do?
(Hopefully it is not one of those tasks that are mentioned in fantasy books)
T: Straight to the point? You sure don´t waste time .
K: I would just like to know what happens next. As it seems that you will decide that I thought that asking about the task would be easiest way to find out my future.
T: You sure are sharp one aren´t you? The task is simple one I want you to go to another world and spread art of metalworking in that world.
K: That is the only thing I need to do? No need to rescue the world or kill demons?
(Phew, it seems like this god is not like the gods in books)
T: Yes. I will need you to just spread skill of metalworking around that world. To help with your task I will even give you body that can live hundreds of years.
I will also give you knowledge of my runes that can give magical power to the weapons they are engraved. I would be pleased if you also spread those runes to people of that world.
K: So you just want me to work on metal in that other world and teach others about metalworking and runes?
T: Yes
K: Then I am in. I would give my left arm to be able to work on metal again! I could not do it for 20 years as I got too old and fragile. This might really be regarded as god´s blessing.
(This seems almost too good to be true)
T: Well, I am a god so it is not too far from the truth.
As you have accepted this mission of mine I will now send you to that world but you will be born as a baby so it might take some time until you can do your craft.
K: Wait, what
T: Too late. Have fun with your 2nd life.