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Post by mulcibaer on Apr 13, 2017 20:18:34 GMT -5
It is dark, well past the hour any rational individual would be asleep. Heavy footsteps accompany an individual clad in darkened plate armor with a thick bastard sword across his left shoulder. The great helmet he wears conceals his face entirely as his begins to knock loudly at the door.
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Hakka
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Post by Hakka on Apr 14, 2017 12:01:52 GMT -5
Hakka opens the door with somewhat blurry eyes, blinks a few times...
"What time is it... Also, can I help you?"
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Post by mulcibaer on Apr 18, 2017 3:23:39 GMT -5
The air is still as the stranger stands in awkward silence. Finally, a voice echoes from behind the imposing faceplate.
In a deep bass, the warrior answers in a drawn out enunciation "Good sirrah, I am in need of a Smith's work on my blade".
In a deft stroke, he launches the sword from his shoulder and embeds out in the ground between the pair.
"You will be paid on my return in material and silver. This is acceptable?"
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Post by Hakka on Apr 18, 2017 8:35:28 GMT -5
"Yeah... generally if I'm going to be using your components I just charge for labor. I'll have it done tomorrow and it shouldn't be more than a couple silver"
*hakka takes the sword and paints a quick mental image of the figure*
"Have a good night I guess."
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Post by mulcibaer on Apr 24, 2017 23:05:26 GMT -5
The fellow nods, announces himself as Janus, and leaves without further conversation.
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Post by witheredinferno on Nov 7, 2017 23:02:45 GMT -5
Scorch approached with some apprehension, but could feel the heat pouring from the active forge. He sits down outside, again pulling his hat low and sighing while tuning his instrument. The few notes beat out a harsh discord that offset the ringing anvil...
"A merciful fire. Here lies the birthplace of war, tools of fell intent."
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