Warriors Of The Coast

[DEFCON 1]

As Khalia quickly realizes... this is a fully commisioned House Deneith guild blacksmith shop. The quality of items on display are exquisite. Breastplate hammered and etched with beautiful filigree patternwork, swords of all shapes and sizes with perfect balance and shined to perfection. Even a horse's bridle and bit set hanging high on one of the walls, the bit carved in the shape of a long dragon.

She looks to the back where she sees a large, incredibly muscular man banging away on an anvil, his arm bulging with every swing. And prominently displayed across his right cheek and face can be seen the bright blue curves of a fairly sizable dragonmark. Around this man are at least a half-dozen apprentices, some helping with the fire and coals, some bringing water and tools, one of them even casting spells upon the item the blacksmith is hammering away on.

To the right of the shop is a few desks, and at one of them sits a young girl probably a few years younger than Khalia. She also displays a dragonmark, although not as large and across the back of her neck. She looks up from her papers and sees Khalia. "Hello. May I help you?"

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Fellows. Been hoping that you skilled veterans could help me with a decision. What's the word on that lycanthrope job?"

The four men sitting around the table look up from their game and take in Ari Osten. One of the begins to sneer at the newcomer... but it only takes a quick first impression for them all to see that Osten is not your typical wet-behind-the-ears wanna-be mercenary, here to try and make himself known. All four can see how Ari carries himself... the calm demeanor, the ease by which he moves, and most especially the quality (and obvious use) of his weapons and armor. He is a man who knows combat and knows his way around veterans. So the sneer quickly disappears, and honest conversation with a fellow mercenary follows.

"The lycan job?" says a man wearing pretty well beaten splitmail and missing his left ear. "Bah... not worth the effort." Next to him, a female dwarf snorts and nods her head. "Damn Flamers... don't want to pay an honest day's wage. That's de problem. Think we all should be helping out from the goodness of our hearts because 'the Flame will provide' or some such nonsense." "Yeah. Exactly. Granted, it pays better than any of those lame guard details, but I'v spoken to men who've gone on these Flamer crusades... always more deadly than they'll tell ye, and the payment isn't worth the risk." says the earless man.

One of the other men nods in agreement with what's been said, but adds nothing. However, the final man... a shifter of quite large size wearing several layers of cured leather... adds in a final word. "Of course... odds of it being real werebeasts is pretty slight. They were wiped out by the Flame eons ago. I'ts probably a tribe of shifters that has got Elder Nevillom's undergarments all twisted up. I've heard about that man... holier-than-thou and gets all worked up. Doesn't like the fact that this whole province has more lizardfolk and other humanoids outnumberin' the pale faces. So the job might be easier than what's advertized, if he's got his eyes all crossed."

 

[drothgery]

To the right of the shop is a few desks, and at one of them sits a young girl probably a few years younger than Khalia. She also displays a dragonmark, although not as large and across the back of her neck. She looks up from her papers and sees Khalia. "Hello. May I help you?"

"Yes." Khalia said. "I would like to commission a mithral shirt."

 

[Velmont]

Jango observes a moment Jina, wondering how much time she will need to spot him watching her. He is even tempted to cast a spell on her, to teach her to stay vigilant of her surrounding, but quickly, his father's presence remind him that playing with magic wouldn't be a good idea.

He decides to walk up to his father. He enters the building, trying not to disturb his sister. As he show up in th doorway of his father's working room he takes a pause and wait a moment. "Can I disturb you?" he asks politely. As he gets his father attention, he adds. "I would like to present you someone" Jango walks to his father's desk and present him the hawk. "His name is Griot. With teh help of Zan, I've pass teh night into his lab to summon Griot. I hope you like it, because you'll have to live with him as much as me now."

 

[DEFCON 1]

"Yes. I would like to commission a mithral shirt."

The young woman nods and ushers Khalia to the back, where she goes through a series of measurements for about an hour. Upon conclusion, the young woman leaves Khalia to check on their stock of armor they already have made or acquired, as well as check on the time it would take to have a new piece made altogether.

When the girl returns, she has some good news. "Well Miss, we have several options available for you. We already have a mithril shirt made and in stock. It was meant for a visiting nobleman who never came back for it. It's a bit large, so it would take a day to refit it to your measurements... but you could pick it up tomorrow at closing. The price would be 1200 gold."

 

[DEFCON 1]

"I would like to present you someone. His name is Griot. With teh help of Zan, I've pass the night in his lab to summon Griot. I hope you like it, because you'll have to live with him as much as me now."

Klim Silversun looks up from his papers and runs and appraising eye over the hawk. He had heard from the visiting changling the day before that Jango was working on something like this, but it didn't really hit him until he saw the bird sitting on his son's shoulder. He stands up from his desk and comes around to get a better look.

"Hmm. Strong. Big. Beautiful feathers. Deep black eyes." He looks at his son and smiles. "I think you and... Griot, is it... will be very good together. Congratulations on your hard work. You've done well, my boy." He puts a hand on Jango's other shoulder, and Griot leans forward and gives a contented squawk.

That is of course all that is needed to catch Jina's attention, and Jango immediately hears a squeal from outside and then running footsteps up to the window. Jina looks into the office and claps her hands. [COLOR=FFF66]"Oh goodness! Oh goodness! He is so pretty! He is beautiful! Oh Jango! Can I pet him? Can I? Please?"[/COLOR]

 

[drothgery]

When the girl returns, she has some good news. "Well Miss, we have several options available for you. We already have a mithril shirt made and in stock. It was meant for a visiting nobleman who never came back for it. It's a bit large, so it would take a day to refit it to your measurements... but you could pick it up tomorrow at closing. The price would be 1200 gold."

Khalia considers for a moment. "The refitting will be acceptable; I doubt many adventurers are put together quite like I am, but the ir'Indari line has always run to mages and archivists, and its daughters have taken the field nearly as often as its sons. But 1200? No doubt you do excellent work, but nearly ten percent above standard rates simply for a refitting -- especially one that will leave you with a good many mirthral links to reforge into something else -- that seems excessive."

OOC: Khalia's just haggling here.

 

[DEFCON 1]

"But 1200? No doubt you do excellent work, but nearly ten percent above standard rates simply for a refitting -- especially one that will leave you with a good many mirthral links to reforge into something else -- that seems excessive."[/COLOR]

The young girl takes in Khalia's comment, and excuses herself again. The archivist watches as the girl goes over to the large blacksmith and begins talking to him. He stops his hammering to her what she has to say, looks over at Khalia, then says something back to the girl that cannot be heard. The girl then comes back over to where Khalia stands.

"For just the armor, we'll go to 1100 gold. However, if you go next door to the Cannith trinket shop and purchase an item of worth there... we'll go down to 1000 for the armor. There are many magical items of some worth there that you might find interesting."

 

[Velmont]

Jango smiles at her sisters. "He is not a normal bird. He is as intelligent as an old kids, and that's just because he just awake to our world. It is not me you'll have to ask, but to him."

Jango turns to Griot and whispers louds enough so Jina can overhear. "Be warned, she use to scrap all her doll with her wooden sword when she was young. I would not risk to be pet by her." he tells on the most serious tone, but transmitting through the empathic link a joyous laugh to make him understand he is joking.

He waits a moment to see how Griot and Jina will react to that before continuing to speak with his father. "The night have been long. I'll present Griot to mother and then I'll take some rest. It would be useless to continue studying in that state. But before going. I know you have asked mother to take charge of my study, but with the Inn, I think you are more punishing her then trying to put some wisdom in my head through hard larbor. I think Zan was willing to take me as his apprentice. You might speak with him to make sure he would agree, that would leave mother some time to take care of the Inn."

 

[stonegod]

Ari thanks the gathered warriors, and passes a bit of time just to be polite, then makes his way over to the "Office." With a wrap of his knuckles, he waits to be let in.