Some Fine-Looking Smith

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 12:11:23 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 12:11:23 GMT -5 Mortimer, after looking around for a decent weaponsmith, decides to enter this one, and waits to be helped.
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 12:14:50 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 12:14:50 GMT -5 The Pentoshi examines Mortimer with some disdain, as if not imagining he could actually afford the price of his services. "Yes, what may I do for you?"
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

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Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 12:22:17 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 12:22:17 GMT -5

"Greetings, ser!" Mortimer says to the man, "I come to you from the West, a humble servant of Erik, of House Coldiron, Lord of Bear Island and Deepwood Motte, High Reaver of the Frozen and Stony Shores, Terror of the North, and Master of Ships of the Kingdom of Westeros. He has heard of your fine work, and would ask you to perform a service for him. He will pay handsomely, of course."

Last Edit: Apr 11, 2008 12:27:30 GMT -5 by Erik

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 12:25:42 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 12:25:42 GMT -5 The man nods slowly. "What is it that you seek?"
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 12:26:57 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 12:26:57 GMT -5 "Are you capable of reforging Valyrian Steel, ser?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 13:48:45 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 13:48:45 GMT -5 "Mayhaps. Do you have the piece with you? May I see it?"
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

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Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 13:51:59 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 13:51:59 GMT -5

Mortimer looks hard at the man, deciding. Finally, he takes the pack off his shoulder, and produces from it a beautiful hand-and-half sword. When he removes it from its sheath, its Valyrian nature is obvious. He holds it out for the smith to see, but keeps a tight grip on it.

"My Lord would have it reforged into an axe. He favors such a weapon, and it is his House's sigil."

Last Edit: Apr 11, 2008 13:52:19 GMT -5 by Erik

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 13:54:18 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 13:54:18 GMT -5 The Pentoshi man sucks air through his teeth. "This is a beautiful sword, but it has been reforged before no? This is not its original form? Tell me this blade's history, and I will tell you if I can do this work."
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

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Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 14:02:47 GMT -5

Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 14:02:47 GMT -5

Mortimer shakes his head.

"No, it has not been reforged. It has been an heirloom of my lord's family for centuries, but some years ago it was stolen. The pommel was modified, but that is all. Fortunately, we managed to recover it."

We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore,
Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

The Stranger Most Devout Troll Hammer Posts: 12,420	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 14:06:08 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 14:06:08 GMT -5 The man examines the blade again. "This is so. What is the blade's name?"
	"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 14:10:18 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 14:10:18 GMT -5 "I believe she is called 'Kegsplitter'."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 14:15:36 GMT -5

Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 14:15:36 GMT -5

"You are a liar." the man says simply. "a sword is not just steel, it is hopes and dreams and nightmares. A sword can not be forged upon a lie, it will weaken it, and make it crack. I care only for the purity of my forge, not your petty crimes, so answer me in truth."

"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 14:19:17 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 14:19:17 GMT -5 Mortimer smiles. "Her name was 'Longclaw' before she was stolen. The cravens who took it named her 'Roseblood'."
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.

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Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 14:55:32 GMT -5

Post by The Stranger on Apr 11, 2008 14:55:32 GMT -5

"And the cravens who took her again named her Kegsplitter." The man said, "The cravens who steal her next time, will call her Greed." The man says, his eyes fluttering as if in prophesy. "I can make your axe, but there will be steel remaining. This I will keep for my own purposes. That is our agreement, do you accept?"

"History keeps her secrets longer than most of us. But she has one secret that I will reveal to you tonight in the greatest confidence. Sometimes there are no winners at all. And sometimes nobody needs to lose."

Erik Most Devout is Erik. But you could probably figure that one out. Posts: 4,841	Some Fine-Looking Smith Apr 11, 2008 15:13:01 GMT -5 Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 15:13:01 GMT -5 "Sounds perfectly fair to me, and what my lord doesn't know won't hurt him. How long will it take?"
	We come from the land of the ice and snow, From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow. How soft your fields so green, can whisper tales of gore, Of how we calmed the tides of war. We are your overlords.