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- Rickard Corsetina + (Rickard was not born, so much as he was fo … Rickard was not born, so much as he was forged, practically crawling forth from the depths with a blacksmith's hammer and tongs in his grip. His father could not have been happier to have a son carrying on the family tradition. Both found solace at an anvil more than anywhere else, and enjoyed a good drink now and then, as long as it didn't interfere with work. Mother, on the other hand, did her best to stay as far away from drink as was possible, encouraging Rickard to do the same; she found that even the smell of alcohol made her violently ill. Entering the blacksmith shop for the first time, Rickard could barely contain his excitement. A stern, but approving, look from his father quickly subdued the youngster's outward enthusiasm, but his hands just wouldn't stop shaking until he went to deliver that first blow with the hammer. As the day went on, he found himself settling into a rhythm. By the end of the third day, he'd completed his first order: twenty swords for the local barracks, all without any help (at least, hands-on help; there was a bit of verbal coaching) from his father. The adrenaline rush was amazing. He wanted more. Thus, Rickard knew he'd found his calling.Thus, Rickard knew he'd found his calling.)
