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 Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2018 9:14 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 09, 2018 9:34 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 10:13 am
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Ever since that moment the King had found his queen things seemed tenser than ever. Kiros had been overjoyed hearing the Pharoah needed a bodyguard which he obliged with a positive reply. Now, he was in a crossroads leaving his sire to battle his own demons with the one that held his heart like a sleeve. Traveling out into the night he sought solitude to better muster his objections onto himself. He was not of fault for how the royals clashed, rather it was the King who had made a haughty decision which resulted in an ongoing string of hurtful phrases.
Now, the serenity of the night guided him toward a town which murmured greater tales of a renowned Foremaster that rewarded nicely when quests were fulfilled. Deep in his mind, he breathed with a thought of prevalence in something better suited than a lover's quarrel. Kiros listened intently letting the great musings and admiration of others weave the achievements of the great Forgemaster. Standing idly in contemplation he gathered information for seeking out this grand stallion and seeking a quest or two to regain his confidence to approach his King once more. The thought also sang out like a brightness in obtaining armor to protect his Highness as well. While yes he was fleet of foot and stealth of wing, a few additions would suit him well in the conquest of battle should it emerge unknowingly.
So, off he went traveling a night's journey, only resting when needed which soon brought him to the clearing where the mighty tent lied.
The smell of metal surrounded his senses as did many other things. There seemed to be a type of faire nestled nearby which he promised himself he'd check out later once he met the Forgemaster in person. For now, he pressed his sights upon the large tent, stopping momentarily to read the sign out front asking for great travelers and questors alike. Some requests definitely required others for death could linger positively within your shadow if you were not aware. Nodding to himself he stepped inward to meet this great Forgemaster.
"Forgemaster" he began with utmost admiration glancing upon the many sets of armor and weapons, "I am Kiros, son of Nanaki and Star Catcher, a knight for the Great Pharaoh Atemu . I've come in request of helping you with your tasks. My Pharaoh is tied in his own affairs currently so I am available for any task you may give me, sir". Looking around again at all the weapons he marveled with the deepest respect, "I will also be in need of a weapon for hooves alone can only carry strength so far. Might you perhaps have a suggestion that my King would greatly admire me for?" Bowing his head once more he awaited the Forgemaster's response his choices wide open and accepting of anything that could be offered.
Kiros WC: 481 |
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 11:10 am
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Lunellis felt the shift in winds as easily as breathing. There was new life around here on several levels, perhaps the forge hadn't seen much in the way of energy. Poor forge. The blind herbalist let out a soft hum as he wandered around the edges. Things seemed pretty mellow out here, there wasn't too many issues with the plants. Astaris was being his usual bratty self, the serpent currently hanging upside down around the flutter hybrids middle. Lunellis wasn't really looking for a weapon for himself, though Valerius and his son Aurelius both seemed of the mindset that the herbalist should at least get himself a dagger to help in gathering herbs. "Honestly, they both worry far too much." he grumbled.
Astaris slithered up to drap along Lunellis neck. "Your kidding right? You're the one who always comes back with a story of how you met something creepy in the forest and you talked your way out of harm." the serpent sighed. "I still don't know how we manage to get out of a few of those situations alive..."
Lunellis shook his head gently, he didn't want to dislodge the serpent. "Its not that we get out alive, its that usually those beings turn out rather kind. Not everything is about looks you know."
Astaris sighed. "I know, I know...gotta pay attention to tone of voice, air currents around them...things like that. I get to see these beings and lemme tell ya...YIKES!!!" the serpent shivered before he nosed the flutter towards Godric. "Look, the Forgemaster is over there. Go ask about that dagger. For the herd's sake please?!?"
Lunellis sighed as he slowly made his way to the Forgemaster. Hearing two other voices near the stallion, Lunellis stopped to let them talk in turn. He stayed silent out of respect for not overwhelming the poor Forgemaster. Astaris coiled around his neck looked to the two other Soquili's with interest. Lunellis felt that Astaris was starting to slowly slip off his neck, the flutter lowered his head to grab a tail with his teeth. The promptly swung the serpent back on to his back.
Astaris let out a shocked hiss, like steam escaping a teapot. "Oi!" he hissed to his bonded. "What was that for?!?"
Lunellis muttered back, as to not disturb the talking parties in front of them. "I know you and your pranks...don't try anything while we're not sure of friendliness."
Astaris' jaw dropped, the familiar caught his voice before it rose to disturb. He knew that would really earn him a trip into the herbalists bag that had lemon grass in it. "You just reminded me about the things you sense for...what are your senses telling you?!?"
Lunellis sighed softly. Gently nosing the serpent as if a parent were chastising their foal. "Its not right to use that senses on those who aren't addressing me directly, Astaris. Unless there was arguing happening. I don't try to pry in that manner."
Astaris grumbled his wings folding along his body as he did so, Lunellis just chuckled at his words. "I just had to pick the polite one..."
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:22 pm
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Gunnar had never seen the Forge so bustling with business before. As someone who had been raised in the area, he was quite familiar with the Forge and the stern master that ran it. Though, the more he thought on the matter, he came to the realization that it was most likely the Faire that had directed such a large influx of traffic to the Forgemaster and his wares. Godric was certainly a capable smith and it was nice seeing his hard work and efforts appreciated by more than the regular few who perused his wares.
Gunnar strolled about the Forge, listening to the constant chatter of the visiting soquili and carefully dodging those few that seemed oblivious to the world around him. Laventelli, an rather sophisticated otter he had somehow managed to pick up as a travelling companion for the time being, was quick on the uptake, darting in and out of the footpaths of the many soquili that stood outside the Forge and were partaking in the food and drink that the Forgemaster had so kindly provided them with.
Normally he would be quite interested in the job board that the Forgemaster updated every so often, more than willing to prove his mettle and earn some coin in the process. The stallion sighed wistfully, blowing a stray stand of his mane away from his face. One day, one day he would have enough coin to purchase a suitable weapon for himself. He was so close to having enough coin, so close. For now, though, all he wanted to do was enjoy the festivities and mingle with the many new faces he had never before seen. Certainly some of the attendees would be able to regale him with many an interesting tale. Gunnar had always been partial to tales of wit and cunning, especially since he often refrained from violence if he saw a way for brains to be the prevailing way out of a situation over brawn.
Gunnar spotted a blue unicorn with delicate looking wings and decided he seemed like an interesting fellow. The snake accompanying him also piqued his interests, as it was a bright snake with coloration he had never before seen.
Laventelli, as always, remained a creature of few words, preferring to clean and preen himself to keep his coat looking as immaculate as always. The stallion still wasn't sure why the otter had decided to stick around, but he figured he would just wait the situation out and see where it went.
"Hello, friends," called out Gunnar to the stallion and his snake companion. He was cheerful as always, a friend to anyone and everyone who Gunnar had no reason to distrust. Though he was sure there were some less than savory character at the Forge on this day, he wasn't going to be a spoilsport and ruin the nice time everyone was having. Plus, if any fights broke out, he was sure Godric would be able to handle it.
Laventelli stood idly beside Gunnar, paying the snake little or the stallion before them little attention. He busied himself with tending to his appearance, a soft hum escaping him as he ran his paws over his light lavender fur. Not a single spot of fur could be out of place. "Will we be here long, Gunnar?" The otter had little care if he offended the party before him. He had his own priorities and while he didn't mind taking a break in their travels, Laventelli was hoping they didn't waste too much time here. "You should focus on arming yourself if your aim was to procure yourself a weapon."
"Hush, Laventelli." Gunnar sighed heavily, an exhausted tone taking to his voice. "Apologies, don't mind Laventelli. He means well, I promise." He tried to direct the focus of the night-sky stallion and his snake companion elsewhere now that Laventelli had ruined any chances of not getting off on the wrong hoof. "Are you both here to collect coin with Godric's tasks?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 10, 2018 9:34 pm
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Widdershins had no use for armor and weapons. He wasn't a fighter -- but he was a haggler, and was always looking to pick up wares for cheap that he could resell and a significantly higher markup. So when he heard of a stallion who was paying gold for jobs and selling his personally crafted wares, he saw an opportunity to get a few unique pieces to add to his collection when he moved his caravan to a new location. The gear was well made, that was certain. The Forgemaster -- or Godric, as he seemed to be called -- was skilled at his craft. That was a bade sign -- they would likely be expensive. Widdershins was good at selling knock-off goods for exuberant prices, but these items wouldn't net him a very good profit if the Forgemaster wasn't willing to haggle. He leaned in a little closer to examine a piece of shoulder armor with a frown, eyeing up the piece, and was pulled out of his thoughts when the stallion next to him made a comment about the craftsmanship of the weapons.
Was he talking to him? There was no one else nearby, so he must be. He gave the stallion his most charming smile. "Indeed, they seem like intricate pieces. I certainly hope that their beauty wasn't in sacrifice of their quality. I've heard the Forgemaster is skilled, but I've yet to confirm that for myself."
Krall nodded beside him. "We should check the balance, check how secure the hilt and the blade are..." he trailed off, flapping his wings to flutter a little closer to the display of blades. He cocked his head this way and that, but couldn't see any flaws visually.
Widdershins agreed. He smiled at the stallion again and then turned his attention to the Forgemaster, calling out to him. "Good sir! May we take a closer look at your wares? My new friend here and I were just admiring your handiwork. I'm curious to test out the quality of your wares myself."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 12:11 am
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Calixita Widdershins had no use for armor and weapons. He wasn't a fighter -- but he was a haggler, and was always looking to pick up wares for cheap that he could resell and a significantly higher markup. So when he heard of a stallion who was paying gold for jobs and selling his personally crafted wares, he saw an opportunity to get a few unique pieces to add to his collection when he moved his caravan to a new location. The gear was well made, that was certain. The Forgemaster -- or Godric, as he seemed to be called -- was skilled at his craft. That was a bade sign -- they would likely be expensive. Widdershins was good at selling knock-off goods for exuberant prices, but these items wouldn't net him a very good profit if the Forgemaster wasn't willing to haggle. He leaned in a little closer to examine a piece of shoulder armor with a frown, eyeing up the piece, and was pulled out of his thoughts when the stallion next to him made a comment about the craftsmanship of the weapons.
Was he talking to him? There was no one else nearby, so he must be. He gave the stallion his most charming smile. "Indeed, they seem like intricate pieces. I certainly hope that their beauty wasn't in sacrifice of their quality. I've heard the Forgemaster is skilled, but I've yet to confirm that for myself."Krall nodded beside him. "We should check the balance, check how secure the hilt and the blade are..." he trailed off, flapping his wings to flutter a little closer to the display of blades. He cocked his head this way and that, but couldn't see any flaws visually.Widdershins agreed. He smiled at the stallion again and then turned his attention to the Forgemaster, calling out to him. "Good sir! May we take a closer look at your wares? My new friend here and I were just admiring your handiwork. I'm curious to test out the quality of your wares myself."
He turned to look to his left with a slight surprise "I could have sworn..." He blinked once, hadn't there been a mare standing beside him? Not that it mattered, conversaion was conversation. He turned on his normal charm and smiled. "If his reputation is anything to brag about, I have heard he is the best silversmith for miles around." The stallion nodded once, his mane billowing behind him, "A cohort of mine recommended him when I was looking for a replacement blade."
Suramar added after a few moments thought. "Of course, I ended up getting the replacement elsewhere but I always meant to come around to Godric's Forge to take a look at his wares." He gestured towards the weapon that Widdershins had picked out with a hoof. "If this is any indication, I would have to agree with my friend's statement."
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2018 1:00 am
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Ingveldur didn't get out much. She preferred to stay close to her family, in the company of her family -- she didn't need anyone else but the herd. But word reached them about Godric's Forge and the tasks he was offering coin for, and the wares he was selling. It was enough to lure in her brother, Fáfnir, and now Ingveldur was here to quench her curiosity as well. She gravitated naturally towards an array of weapons; the steel sharp and shiny, clearly indicating the Forgemaster's talent. It was enough to tempt her into wanting to buy one for herself, and she wondered idly if her brother might have a few extra coin from the job he'd taken. If not, she could always do one of her own, if she was so inclined.
She couldn't help but overhear the mare next to her asking for weapon suggestions, curiosity getting the better of her once again as she turned to look. The mare was obviously a kalona, that much was certain. She had a sturdy build and a fierce look about her; clearly a warrior, and a powerful one at that. She'd be able to use her brute strength to take down foes alone, let alone her horns and dangerous tail. With a weapon, she'd just be even more deadly.
She seemed like she'd be forceful. All heavy blows, holding nothing back. "A mace," she said aloud, before she even realized it. "... if I may interject," she added, glancing between the mare and the Forgemaster, realizing she'd interrupted the question the mare had asked him. "It would depend on your style of fighting, of course, but... I think a mace would suit you."
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