[Syliras Location] The Ironworks

[Dusk]

Vez Ros grinned, and slapped Vex on the shoulder. "Grab an apron and find yourself an anvil. Let's see what you can get done before the end of the day, hmm?" OOCCongrats on your new job! I will send you a PM regarding your employment.

Boindil Ros chuckled and nodded. "Oh, we've always need of help around here, and even more of steady workers. If you're a mind to be here, I'm happy to have you. You can work either sunup to sundown, or the other way around. The forges don't go cold here. You interested?"

[Etrius]

24th of Winter 511AV

As Etrius walked through the door heat blasted him in the face. He could smell the fire and the melting metal. It felt good, really good. He walked up to the man working the forge. "Hey, I need a weapon."

The man looked at him and smiled "That's why we're here. What are you looking for?"

"I need a war scythe. Big and heavy."

"How's this? The man pulled a scythe off the wall behind him and handed it to Etrius. Etrius wielded it, holding it in front of him. It was big, heavy, strong, and felt like it could cleave a man in two.

"Perfect! How much?"

"18 gold mizas."

Etrius fished the money out of his bag and handed it to the man. "Thanks" He turned and walked out of the building, the scythe balanced across his shoulders, happy with his purchase.

[Leo]

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[Yve]

Winter 29, 511 AV Yve strode into the Ironworks, but balked in surprise at the multitude of blades and armor. Obviously that's what would be sold here, but she was still very impressed by how many things could actually be forged. She wasn't looking for anything special, just a hunting knife to make her days during travel a little easier. As she approached the counter, swiveling her head around to view the rest of the shop, she absently set her pouch of mizas onto it. She was more confident after her earlier shopping, so she rushed right into it. "I'd like a hunting knife very much, please." she said. Yve tore her attention from the walls to smile at the man behind the counter. He had a curious gray arm, but she didn't give it a second glance. People stared at her like she was weird sometimes, and she thought it was rude, so she wasn't going to stare at him. The man was smiling at her though, like she'd just said something funny. "Aye, you can get one right over there. It'll cost you 5 silver miza." he said, pointing at a table next to the counter. She smiled again, nodding, and selected the one she wanted, sticking it onto the counter next to her coins. It was nice and small, but had a wicked edge. She plucked a gold miza out and held it out to him eagerly. "My name is Yve by the way." He counted out 5 silvers for her change, chuckling softly. "Ross; good to meet you." he said with a crooked smile. Yve nodded happily and took her coins, then stuck her new knife inside the bundle of her pants. "Thank you!" she said and before Ross could even reply, she was flitting out the door, hugging her things to her chest. He was left, smiling bemusedly, watching the door swing shut.

[Gunho Ma]

Winter 27, 511 AV The proud owner of two newly forged blades Gunho had put it upon himself to train himself up to competency in their use, however being a fighter of some experience himself he intuitively understood that he wouldn't get much better if he restricted his training to simple exercises conducted alone. He would need more than that, a serious sparring session with another fighter would help him develop muscle memory and an understanding of how his weapon could be used most efficiently. But that kind of training came with its own share of risks and Gunho understood that he had to take some kind of safety measure to prevent injury to himself and those he would spar against. Shields and armor were the obvious answer. The difficult part was in figuring out which would best suit him. After half and hour of observing the wares on display he finally came to a decision and bought himself a small steel shield and another wooden one just like the last. For armor he took lamellar armor and padded armor to put beneath it. He also saw something that he might have use for eventually, a wooden sparring weapon and decided to include that in his purchase. Money exchanged hands and soon Gunho had a wealth of items he could train with in the days to come. Transaction: -9gm Small Steel Shield -3gm Small Wooden Shield -2.5gm Wooden Sparring Short Sword -45gm Lamellar Armor -5gm Padded Armor Sum: 64.5gm

[Retananil]

Spring 50th 512 A.V


The storm had passed, long ago, but the city was still wound up. Refugees were crammed into buildings too small for such large numbers.

Retananil may not like these people, she may not even remotely care about them, but she resented them for their helplessness. She felt the need to act and to restore.

She wanted to do something useful in the city to recreate the stability of before. She wanted to do something familiar, and one craft in all of Syliras was truly natural to her, bred as it was into her and taught to her when she was younger yet.

The Ironworks was run by an Isur, it breathed the Isurian craft and supplied farmers and Knights alike with their tools.

In her heart, Retananil was at home just inhaling the fumes of hard work and pride. She could forget music here until the world wasn't so upside down and then return to her dream.

The Isur man carried himself with dignity befitting his arm, the deep grey limb a reason in itself to be proud. She could identify his clan on sight with that limb. She longed to see purple, though.

"My kin," she started, stepping forward to speak with the burly figure. They were about eye to eye, a comfort among these ungainly stick-like races. She spoke the cool tongue of the Isur in the hope he would respond alike. "My name is.Retananil Soundforge. I should like to do my craft here."

Let him see the amythest arm and make his guess about her clan. She would readily tell him if asked, yes, but it felt useless in her introduction.

She awaited his answer, green eyes hard under the overhanging ridge.