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Laird
Rhett Shawnesey
Earl
of Dunshire of Heathfield.
Blacksmith *
Mercantile Business.
Fleet of five ships.
He was
a quiet man in his ways. He worked hard and with skill,
a smith by trade with large sinewy hands, the muscles of
his brawny arms like iron bands. He stood at 6' 6"
wearing little as he labored over the heated fire,
forging anything from elaborate swords to horseshoes. A
rat-a-tat-tat was the tune he worked by, broad muscles
rippled and corded in unison, he had a good eye for
detail. A sheen covered that broad tanned chest, not an
ounce of fat. A good head of sun-kissed brown hair
framed a rugged-fair face, ample brows dipped in
concentration over deep brown eyes. Brows furrowed in
concentration, a stoic expression as he turned to dip
the glowing steel into cold water, steam rising in a
hiss.
His
name is Rhett Shawnesey and he came disguised as
Heathfield's blacksmith, in order to learn the truth on
what Heathfield had become since the reign of the false
rogue king. He had
his own forge in the duchy and he worked in the rooms
below the castle when weapons were needed in multitude. |
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His present job
finished, large hands wiped off on a woven cloth that hung over loose
fitting pants. He left then to clean up, don a shirt, and go in search
of a bite to eat and a pint to drink. Eventually his disguise as a smith
was uncovered and he lifted the veil that hid Dunshire manor, bringing
it to light and life once more. His father's dying wish on the
battlefield as he laid in his son's own bloodied arms then fulfilled as
he took his rightful place as Earl. His father had been a merchant and
now his own goal would be similar but in weaponry. He was good in this
area, so more smithies would be constructed, royalties to be paid to the
crown of Heathfield.
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There was
only one in all of the lands that drew his attention and
tugged at his heart. He could only hope Fate would be kind
as their relationship had its ups and downs. A lot was left
up to her, did she want him.
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He took
Margaret O'Brien to be his wife, now he loves her all day
and all night. A sweet daughter they named Stephanie Rhea,
conceived of that love. Later a son Douglas then
Rhett Jr., Shaun Isaac and Maureen Ann. |
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*Picture used are to represent how
Rhett would look only.
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