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Built into the cliffs overlooking the Suvan Sea, Riverfall resides on the edge of grasslands of Cyphrus where the Bluevein River plunges off the plain and cascades down to the inland sea below. Home of the Akalak, Riverfall is a self-supporting city populated by devoted warriors. [Riverfall Codex]

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Art Comes in Many forms (Eldrid)

Postby Namorin Xalvratos on December 30th, 2015, 11:27 pm

3 day of Winter 515 AV

Namorin sat at the high worktable that was positioned such that they could get the best light for working while at the same time they would be able to see any customers coming into the shop. The table was designed for the Akalak’s who worked at the location, while the counters where the product was shown was position at a more regular height. They had just received a shipment stones. Namorin had already gone through the valuable stones that had been brought in and safely stored them away under lock and key making sure he logged everything. Currently though he was working through the diamond chips that needed sorting.

Charlain was bored beyond believe as Namorin with utter focus, fascination and most frustrating of all bodily control, sorted through the chips. He was sorting them based on color. It was actually fairly tedious, but there could be little worse than setting all of the chips and then looking back and realizing your stones are yellow.

He was sorting them into three categories, white, yellow and the in between colors. Occasionally he would find one bad that he would set it into the fourth pile. It was a rubbish pile for stone that were no use in jewelry. He was very careful as the chips would be weighted later to make sure that the three piles added up to the original weight.

He loved looking at the stones and seeing the various colors, and inclusion in the stones. Together they made the stone, either a piece of beauty or trash. On the chips is was much harder to tell on the inclusions as they were to small. While never a center piece Namorin had learned early on the value of the chips. They were to small to actual work with the tools they had on hand but when correctly placed in a piece they finished off a bracelet or a ring perfectly.

He was actually working on a piece now that these stones would be perfect for. Namorin didn’t fool himself that he was a master, but he had studied hard and was becoming more and more skilled. He still left the very valuable pieces to his master, but much of the work he could do himself with little supervision.

He finished sorting the chips and carefully took the required weight. He was relieved to see the weight came out correctly which meant he wasn’t going to have to crawl around on the floor looking for any dropped chips. That part wasn’t ever fun. He carefully picked them up and walked into the back to put them safely away.

Now that the inventory was sorted, Namorion retrieved his current project from the safe and took it forward. He sat down once again at the work bench and looked over the piece. It was man ring with a golden band and a beautiful polished amethyst set in the center. Currently he was working on the gold band. He had gotten the measurement from the gentleman and know had it on a short pole the thickness of the man’s finger. The band itself was almost finished and he would be ready to place the Amethyst. It was already finished and waiting on a cushion next to his work station.

It was a beautiful piece if simple. The cut was cabochon. It gleamed but didn’t sparkle. That was why he chose that cut as the customer didn’t care for gleaming stones. The Amethyst stone was a high quality stone and was a rich purples.

Smiling to himself Namorin continued to work as Charlain began to Namorin some random facts that he had learned the other day.
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Art Comes in Many forms (Eldrid)

Postby Eldrid on January 2nd, 2016, 12:17 pm

The icy wind blew through the streets of Riverfall, causing many Riverians to clutch their broad shouldered fur cloaks tighter around themselves. Pale white hoar frost coated bushes and grass with fine fractals, giving the wintry world an ancient visage. Young children looked out from translucent frost-patterned windows with uncontainable excitement, restrained from external ventures only by the fretting of their protective mothers. Riverians of all shapes and sizes wandered through the ice covered beauty of the streets of Riverfall, some marveling at the beauty bestowed upon the world by cold and unforgiving winter. Others merely went about their business as usual, far too mature (or boring) to be caught up in such childish wonderment.

Waves of disturbance rippled through the crowds of shoppers and business persons as a delicate looking creature wearing a fine silk toga fluttered through the walkways. The grey-winged Akvatari's eyes were turned down to the path below while she flitted by shop and building alike. What she thought of all the world around her was not that different from every city she had visited already on her travels, all she wished was that they would stop gawking at her evident strangeness. Eldrid was well aware of her peculiar physiology, nobody had to point it out to her.

To take her mind off the stares and intrigued glances she was attracting, Eldrid turned her attention to some of the shops around her, wondering what it was this strange new town specialised in making. There was a butchery, whose smell almost made Eldrid gag, so strong was the smell of meat and cut bones. Further down, she came across a Jeweller's shop, with an Akalak sitting deeply focused upon his work. Eldrid floated closer, leaning over the table slightly to gain a better look at the jewelry under construction.
"Tis a fine piece indeed . . . "
She blurted out unintentionally.
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Art Comes in Many forms (Eldrid)

Postby Namorin Xalvratos on January 4th, 2016, 11:56 pm

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The Akalak heard the door open he grunted that he knew they were their but was in the middle of delicate checking the frame that would hold the stone in the ring. He needed to make sure that it would hold the stone long term, but also that it was prepared for him placing the stone. His golden eyes were narrowed and focused and his head was silent as Charlain was more interested in seeing how had walked in then in spouting any more random facts.

Once Namorin was sure everything would be ready for his return he pulled his attention away from the ring. He wanted to finish but knew that it would be rude to keep anyone waiting for too long. At that moment he had also heard the voice and it had registered as a woman’s voice. Now what the voice had actually said he could exactly recall.

’She said the piece was very fine.’ Charlain offered. Namorin briefly surprised at the others souls help. ’You lose track of the world around you when your working. If I don’t pay attention then someone could stab us in the back.’

’Why would they want to do that?[/] Namorin asked as he stood up and smiled at their customer. The shop was filled with many valuable things, but it was true actual jewelry pieces were rare in the shop. Namorin’s master who had wandered off again for the day, like to show off the gems they cut more than the jewelry they made. He blushed at bit at the compliment, which with his slightly lighter skin was a bit clearer then on some of the really dark skinned Akalaks.

He noticed right away that his customer had wings, but he had seen a verity of peoples in the shop over the years since he had first come on as an apprentice. Admittedly this customer was more unusual then others, and Charlain seemed curious about this customer. [i]’An Akvatari.’
He observed. Charlain loved learning about new cultures. Namorin was curious about them as well, but he was more interested in learning about different ways of making jewelry.

Namorin walked over and greeted his guest. “Welcome. How can I help you today?”


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