The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 7: Oroborus

#7 of the anvil of dawn legend. a term that often gives the image of heroes of the past, individuals that changed the world with their bravery alone.

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Tales of Shadowheart chapter 4

Near the end of the room was a fireplace, next to it an anvil, and the familiar face that was leinheart. the hammering sound came from him smacking a hammer against the sword that was sitting on the anvil.

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Dogs of War - Chapter 10 - Artifice of Will, Artifice of War.

A few seconds later mallear withdrew the bar, glowing white-hot in his hand, and set it down on the anvil.

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Rescue and Reorganization

He says, slapping his hand on an anvil. “they tried messin’ this thing up, but the baby held tough!” he looks triumphant and taps his finger to it, bringing up the menu. “huh? steal?”

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Reaper Angelsea Campaign: Sixth Interlude

When i reached my room, i was surprised to find the anvil guards were gone. sierra works fast that way. in their place, however, was taylor and kerry.

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Smelly Night

She tried, getting away from pepe by dropping an anvil on his head. he let, go and she ran out the door getting as far away from pepe as possible. pepe shouted out, "i will found very soon my love."

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The Anvil of Dawn, Chapter 1: Brutalized

#1 of the anvil of dawn legend. a term that often gives the image of heroes of the past, individuals that changed the world with their bravery alone.

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Cassandra, Naomi and Ruby 3 - The Blacksmith and the Metal

Small, aimless puffs of smoke flew from the chimney and the chiming of hammer to an anvil was repeated across the snowy peaks. "thanks." the team made their way to the blacksmith.

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Life on Centaurio: Chapter 1 (Version 2)

Below the symbol was stitched a black anvil shape. his mother then spoke for the two mares, "this pattern is to show other villagers you are a smith, and great one at that."

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Icebound - Chapter 5

It felt like a smith was using his head for an anvil, pounding on it in time with his heartbeat. his mouth tasted like something had died in it. he coughed, and pain shot up from his arm.

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To the Dogs, chapter one

If there is an anvil, then it probably is." soon eryn hears another voice coming from the other side of her bed, this time more feminine yet tomboyish. "what's going on?"

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