Meteor's Story

Brunni the Steward rode over Mount Daya from the northwest, riding a brown horse with one white sock and a black mane. He was holding a flagpole, waving a white banner bearing the black raven symbol of the House of Munso as he headed through Rainbow Falls on his way to Rainbow Forge with a message from Sigurd Hring, the King of Iskjerne Bay. Brunni the Steward travelled fast at a full gallop, his horse's iron-shod hooves kicking up small pebbles and dirt as it left a cloud of dust in its wake, pitter pattering up the rocky trail towards the forge. Brunni kept his boots in the stirrups, holding on to the horse's saddle and reigns for dear life as he nudged the equidus to go faster, traveling close to 55 miles per hour up the mountainside. "Hyah!!" he shouted, giving the leather reigns a light snap. Brunni looked up towards the cloud covered sky just in time to witness a break in the overcast. There above him on the horizon were four enormous giants getting ready to fight as a green meteor sailed across the sky, appearing from Sundance Lake before disappearing over the mountaintops towards the Kadota Empyrean Coast, while high above the clouds Brunni could notice a pinkish wing-shaped nebula.

As he turned his eyes back down towards the rocky road in front of him, Brunni suddenly noticed a young girl running up the path in the far distance. Fantasia Dvetisic ran back to alert the rest of Rainbow Forge of the arrival of Brunni, humming an age old tune as she went. She had snuck away to a cave not far off which had fantastic acoustics and was returning before anyone took note of her absence. Or so she hoped. As she arrived at Rainbow Forge, she would immediately notice all the commotion and chaos as hundreds of workers, builders, inventors, alchemists and blacksmiths were scrambling around, extremely busy with their labor trying to restore the viking's production facility. They were so busy in fact that nobody even noticed she had left. Brokkr the Smith was walking around issuing orders and giving commands when he finally noticed her. "You there... girl. Don't just stand there, get back to work!" he shouted before walking past her to go yell at someone else.

The Falls were noisy and busy as hundreds of Viking general workers, miners, lumberjacks, builders, craftsmen, smiths, woodcarvers, metalworkers, inventors and alchemists continued hustling around Rainbow Forge in an attempt to advance the isolated Old Norse civilization. Some were pushing wheelbarrows, while others were driving animal wagons loaded with wood, metal or stone. Still others were hitting their two-handed pickaxes against the rocks, extracting all kinds of precious metals and gemstones while the laborers carried these basic elements back to the factories to be studied, purified, tempered and polished. The lumberjacks were busy at the sawmill, prepping the large wooden tree logs delivered to them by convenient sleds, ropes, pullies and lumber wagons from the nearest forest. The alchemists were also hard at work in the medieval laboratory, mixing potions, grinding different stones and metals into fine dust, and experimenting with different medicines, pigments, tinctures, chemicals, bleaches and hair dyes, soaps, oils and alloys while many skilled craftsmen and inventors would tinker with the Taiyou technology they had stolen in an attempt to reverse engineer it, or re-invent similar technological advancements using their own primitive Viking Age technology.

But the most impressive sight to behold at Rainbow Forge were the blacksmiths, woodcarvers and metalworkers, who spent countless hours, days, weeks and sometimes even months to perfect their Viking arts and crafts. They would carve large pillars and thick wooden doors, or wooden statues, dragon-headed ship prows, oars, wooden masts and beams, chairs, benches, wooden tables, bowls, cups, forks, spoons, ladles, tool handles and arrow shafts, spears, small children's toys, crude nautical compasses, Hneftafl board game pieces, spoked wheels, snow skiis and anything else which might serve the Viking civilization. The smiths had replaced the broken Rainbow Anvil with a newer one made of harder material and were hammering away. They created intricate round viking shields and precious expensive swords made of wolfram and crucible steel, tempering the fine flexible blades in the back of Brunnard's workshop using hand-powered fans and air pumps to keep their fires burning constantly at the perfect temperature. Two blacksmiths would work together to keep the fires burning at a constant fixed temperature, coating their bricks with mud and clay while alternating and juggling the task between them so that the fires would never stop burning, even if one of the smiths took a break. The kilns were baking porcelain and clay while the furnaces were red hot with glowing embers as metalworkers put hammer to anvil, sparks flying from the tedious process of removing impurities such as excess carbon while adding new alloys together with the hot iron ores such as nickel and chromium.

Inside the yellow workshop with the bright red painted door, towards the large warehouse in the back, craftsmen were using their loud heavy machinery to make all different kinds of objects from various metals that had come in from the furnaces. There were copper wires, springs and coils, gold bullion slabs and silver bricks, iron rings and chains, steel plates and frames, wolfram axe heads, spear heads, arrowheads and shield bosses. The workers used wooden molds or stone molds they had whittled or chiseled out to pour in liquid steel for their casting process. They fashioned simple nails, knives, hollow pipes, helmets of various types and styles, brooches from naturally occurring electrum, belt buckles, brass armbands, stirrups, bracelets, necklaces, crowns and rings. They crafted simple sheer scissors, combs, toothpicks, tweezers, wine pitchers and jugs, metal washers, bolts, nuts, screws, tiny teethed wheels and gears. All of their finished products would either be stacked and stored neatly in the warehouse for storage, or else loaded up on the many wagons going to and from Mount Daya to Iskjerne Bay.