THE MYSTRIOUS BOOK
Texas, the home of the plains and long-horns, basically my home state in America. Hey, my name's Kevin or as my friends like to call me, Tanker, the reason behind this nickname was of my hefty build of lot's of muscle and 7ft height. I was a lot shorter and considered chunky in my youth, but I was still as intimidating back then as I am now mainly because of my size compared to most around me, but I was and still am a massive tech nerd. So I was kinda insecure about my weight back then, then one day I had enough, looked at chunky self and said "fuck it," and started working out in natural ways: hiking, fishing, and of course my passion blacksmithing, which required a large amount of lifting, smacking, and pulling metal. Of course there's more to blacksmithing than that but what ya gonna do, anyway after two years of this plus my already high protein and calcium diet I grew to be a big boy. I eventually got a job in helping with melting down metals and small amounts of glass items for recycling purposes, I got a large sum of money every two months. I started my passion at the age of 15, got the job a year later and saved enough money by the time I was 19 I had a two story house in a small town with a huge backyard which doubled as my blacksmithing area and the town scrap yard. The town is called "Hogar Del Pollo" don't ask this town is kinda crazy, anyway I'm getting off track let's get back to the story shall we.
I was in my blacksmithing area minding my own business relaxing, drinking a root-beer watching my two German-shepherds Tala and Skyla playing with each other when a friend of mine walked around the five stacked wrecked corvettes.
"Honestly, Tanker how you don't get lost in this mess is astounding," I got up out of my game of thrones remake throne and greeted my friend Liam or as I call him.
"Can it, Rostlus, I could say the same for the mail room," he chuckled at my ribbing.
"Touché, you got me, anyway you got mail," can't be bills, I got those yesterday and payed them online.
"Mail? who's it from?"
"Dunno, but you need to sign this," he handed me a package and the clipboard and pen. I signed the paper for the package and handed it back to him.
"Thanks, Tanker, I should be going I have other things to deliver have a good day, OH! and see you tomorrow about my armored robes and sword,"
"You too, Rostlus," as he was walking away I called my dogs to follow me as I went inside the house. When me and my dogs got inside my dogs went and did there own things while I went up the stairs to my room.
"I wonder what it is?" I got to my room and walked past my amour and two handed war hammer, I set the package down on my bed, took out my trusty huntsman knife and opened the box, what I saw inside was jaw dropping.
"I didn't make this, but why does it have my engraving on it?" the one handed blacksmithing hammer was a beauty, the head was carved with what looked like utmost care and the handle was a type of polished wood I didn't recognize at the moment, but the most confusing part was MY engraving on it which was a unicorn head with a socket wrench for the horn was on the side. I picked it up and saw a note attached under the head of the hammer which read.
Hello human
this hammer was made by me but I put your engraving on the sides to mark it as yours, there is a notebook under the foam holding the hammer that will help you with something,
anyway see you soon friend. Oh and don't forget your other human friend.
-Discord
When I saw the name I instantly broke into a nerdy squeal, I failed to mention this earlier but me and Rostlus are huge fans of mlp. With that out of the way I put the hammer and note back in the box and put it in my bedside table compartment and quickly went to go grab my travel stuff and other stuff, All while sending a text to Rostlus