[Location] The Anvil Reborn - Blacksmith and Armoury
THE ANVIL REBORN
DESCRIPTION:
Bordering the eastern flank of town square stands a proud wooden structure. It's low leaning thatched roof rises above an open air square of pillars, connected to a solid darkly boarded building. The Anvil Reborn is Frigid River's foremost supply of weapons, arms, armor and metallurgy. Rimmed onto the heavy hewn construction grows traces of vines and garden life, while the rich deep brown paint is complimented by a matching shade of brazen red. The arches and boughs retreat into the ceiling with ornate carving while dwarven runes and common tongue are steeped along hanging lacquered boards. An iron sheet displaying a hammer and anvil hang by chains turning playfully in the wind, while spoked wheels, horseshoes, mended tools, swords, shields and dented plating suspend neatly from the open rafters adjacent to an imposing hearth.
The metallic sounds of impact ring rhythmically and even with only faint variations in pitch and volume as citizens pass by undisturbed. Captivating and magnetic, Grimnoff the dwarven blacksmiter looms shirtless above his forge, a steel gray apron and gloves shielding him from the spray of glowing sparks below. With graying silver hair the sturdy forgemaster purses his brow in concentration, each taunt muscle flexed in forceful application. His skin is sweaty and mired in soot, hiding the several rings of runes lining his forearms and back.
Through the doors adjacent stands rack after rack of horizontal and vertical weapons, each one polished to a shine along all four stubborn walls. Subtle variations of every type and alloy imaginable cascade light through two facing square windows, as mannequins clothed in armor and plating rest stoically in the center of the room, complimenting racks of greaves and vanbraces. Everything is ordered smartly in a easy, accessible manner with only the dried cracked skull of a goblin keeping watch above the wide double doors. Passerby wave or shout to the Blacksmith, whom may raise his own tools in salutation with a smile or ignore them while working quietly. Food is routinely left for the Dwarf by his stead, a gesture of kindness returned with the fixing of a wagon or door hinge without fuss. Children may peer curiously above a desk or from behind a pillar but none dare enter the shop for risk of angering the single minded smithy. Their parents scold them, then drag these curious youth away by the arm. Occasionally a bard or wandering jester does like to sit atop a barrel playing mandolin or flute to keep Grimnoff company while entertaining the rushing promenade crowd, but mostly the smithy works in peace but not silence.
Goods & Services
Set Price weighed in Crowns and tempered in Steel
Cost varies according to unique metal or alloy
Common Availability: Steel, Iron, Copper, Silver, Bronze, Tin
Rare: Gold, Kharolis Steel, Elven Steel, (Low/High) Dwarven Steel
Extremely Rare: Platinum, Adamantine, Ardentium
Weapons: Exceptional and Exotic (Individually Priced and Scaled)
Frigid River Ranger Longsword (30" Blade)
Elven Longsword (Esh'lahier, Sylrosian, Medonian)
Elven Shortsword (Esh'lahier, Sylrosian, Vysstichi)
Elven Halberd (Esh'lahier, Sylrosian)
Dwarven Battleaxe
Rhagnrd Broadsword
Vagaran Longsword
Shields from all over the Aelyrian Kingdom and Beyond
Dorin Scimitar
Dracon Adamantine Claw Covers
Any Dwarvencraft variations made to Fit
Goblinoid Weapons and Armour Prohibited
NPCs:
Grimnoff (Owner)
Secrets :
Name:
Grimnoff
Race & Gender:
Dwarf - Clan Weatherstone
Age:
701
Physical Description, History & behavior:
Rotund as a keg, the pale muscular frame of Grimnoff is complimented by a ruddy white beard knotted with several braids as is his bald silver ponytail. Lined with a handful of traditional tattoos, the gentle soul can be routinely found smoking a pipe next to a minstrel come darkening, or entertaining crowds of stone masons, loggers and soldiers at the Skull and Spear Tavern.
Grimnoff is a jovial dwarf who is slow to anger even in the face of animosity. A keen eyed blueheeler wanders behind of her master's feet, ever protective of the old kindhearted blacksmith.
Skills:
Blacksmith Lvl 4
Warhammer and Shield Lvl 3
Heavy Armor Lvl 2
Items or Property Of Note:
The Anvil Reborn, Weathered Dwarven Warhammer, Embossed Shield and Full Plated set of Dwarven Armor, Refined Dragon's Breath Mask
Can this NPC be used by players in self-moderation or training situations?:
Training - Yes
Facts:
Secrets :
Distrinct: Mercantile Type of Location: Shop Notability of Location: Common Knowledge
Training/Employment Opportunities: Y
Blacksmith
Warhammer
Heavy Armor
Can This Location Be Self Moderated?: Yes for Regular Purchases
Credits: Wildcard, Oracle, Gossamer, Maddyn
Last edited by Wildcard; October 2, 2008 at 01:23 PM.
Location: Hartney Manor, High Peak, Lylles Kingdom of Lauryl
Posts: 372
First brightening of Winter
A letter arrived bearing the seal of Hartney Manor.
From: Ebramsom de Lylles
Lord of Hartney Manor, High Peak
To: Grimnoff, Owner of the Anvil Reborn
Serale
Good sir, i have heard about your skills and wish to place and order to be picked up on the tenth brightening of this month. I apologies for being unable to place the order in person but my current schedule only gives me a short time in Frigid River so I would be unable to stay.
I will not take up any more of you time now and tell you my order.
Mesh Armor
Small Shield with de Lylles crest
Elven Longsword
Thank you for your time and efforts. I shall visit on the tenth.
Ebramsom de Lylles
attatched is a copy of the de Lylles crest.
* * * * *
10th Brightening.
Ebramsom arrived hope that his letter had arrived in time for his purchase. He paused his elvish features clear on this brightening. The young lord walked throught the weapons pauseing to admire their craftsmanship. He walked slowlly forward and waited for the dwarf to finish his work before interupting.
Early Brightening. Sun kissed Skies. The Tenth of Cryxatum in the Season of Spring, Era XIV Post Fractum
The note of ringing Steel awoke a warblely eyed rooster who pecked his way out of a loose hillside of hay. Jumping up on a barrel beneath the rafters of the Blacksmith Shop it cocked an elongated head to let out a thrilling wake up call to the residents of Frigid River.
The thin regal outline of Ebramson de Lylles wandered amidst the beams, broken wheel rungs and heavy shield faces of The Anvil Reborn. Finding the culprit to these rhythmic hammer chants, a fair skinned Dwarven master with balding snow trimmed hair stood bearing a dark gray work gown and balding leather pants. The Smiter's face was heavyset with a large prominent boneline but gentle crystal laced irises. He looked up and smiled, recognizing his client immediately by some feat of grace or simple infamy.
"Ah Master Ebramson. Welcome." Grimnoff stopped his morning chorus to touch a cup of water to the lips, stepping away from a heated forge while entering the den of his gory encyclopedia. Beneath the boughs of this shop there lay a refined leather scabbard, embossed in the crest of de Lylles. Drawing the weapon the noble would find a sheen of medonian elven steel cut crisp over a stainless hilt drawn in symmetrical elliptical lines that stretched above a grip of woven black leather. It was a beautiful weapon, with a pommel capped in a single inlaid disc.
The shield came next. It was not simply a round buckler but shaped as a lean cut diamond, reinforced but effortlessly light. The proud Western De Lylles crest paraded prominently across it's face; a culmination of white and blue. It was unassuming, but the curves of the painting were done with extreme care and artistry. "There is a girl in the Western Quarter. Does wonderful work. I can give you her address if needing other crests and heraldry done sir."
Then at last unrolled the suit of mesh armor. It was almost breathtaking in it's intricate simplicity. Rings of steel, surprisingly lightweight and resistant unto slashing cut but less immortal to the weight of blunt trauma twinkled up at the boy from the arms of the Dwarven Craftsman. "I had a passing caravan from High Peak size up your build. Looking at you now, I'm sure it'll fit." The even tempered smith drew at the ready, awaiting a fine inspection.
"Medonian Elven Steel Sword. 270. Heater Shield, light weight, reinforced, painted. 130. Mesh Armor, light weight, not a chink there. Believe me, inspected it last night till the candle went out. 1150."
The Elder drew a thumb over his chin more then a little proudly.
Last edited by Wildcard; September 8, 2008 at 01:11 PM.
Location: Hartney Manor, High Peak, Lylles Kingdom of Lauryl
Posts: 372
Ebram's eyes opened wide as he looked over the equipment. The sword with its scabbard was a work of art. Pulling out the sword and listening to it sing as it came out. He still remember the sound as he had seen others remove their swords from their scabbard. It was a different sounds this time though. It sounded more pure and closer connected. He ran his hand along the hilt enjoying the simplisity of the weapon. The beauty was in the blade not in some overly golden hilt. Yes this was a true master worked weapon. The scabbard was a equal match to the blade. The crest on the scabbard its only decoration but still it was a master work.
The shield was also a piece of work. He returned the blade to it scabbard and gentle set them down on the blade and turn his attention towards the shield. It was an excellent creation. The shape worked well, and the shield was a comfortable weight.
"Please I would love to contact her. A good artist is hard to fine."
Ebram was may be an elf, but he had been raised by a family were great warriors had preceded him. He felt almost like he was getting his birth Brightening gifts for the era. He inspected it over and smiled as he looked up unable to see any faults.
He pulled out the 1550 crowns to may for the art work. He felt it would be worth the cost.
"You work is truely a masterpiece. I will defiently spread word of your skills to my friends and relatives."
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