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Post by mulcibaer on Nov 2, 2016 12:17:49 GMT -5
The building is a fair deal unassuming, built from slate and brick. Inside glows a cheery fire and a table with empty flagons from water from a nearby barrel. A chain rope separates the shop proper from the actual workshop, where toils Master Oxborn. Samuel Oxborn can usually be found running packages to those who cannot spare time to visit, or assisting his master.
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 17, 2016 12:51:41 GMT -5
Raphael appears, appearing slightly worn out from his travels along the road.
Noticing the Smithy, for perhaps the first time, he approaches and offers a wave - waiting to be acknowledged.
He grins as he thinks about how things have slowly progressed.
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Post by mulcibaer on Nov 25, 2016 10:27:14 GMT -5
A sweaty apprentice strolls out the front door, bare to the waist. A mug of water is in his hand, which he drains in a drawn out guzzle.
"A good afternoon to you, Relehart. Apologies for the mess, Master Oxborn had been in a bit of a mood. Not sociable until he's ready to be. What can I help you with? "
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 25, 2016 17:27:18 GMT -5
Raphael inspects the apprentice, then nods.
"Good day, a pleasure to meet you. I didn't realize we had a Smith in town yet, and wanted to stop and inspect your wares. How long have you been here? Have you anything to sell yet?"
He gazes around, expectantly.
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Post by mulcibaer on Nov 27, 2016 20:28:01 GMT -5
The apprentice introduces himself as Silas and leads Raphael into the storefront. There are many assorted varieties of farming implements and tools, as well as a smattering of swords, javelins, spears and knives. Everything is sound, though plain, unadorned, and simply made.
Silas continues. "We three moved from the borderlands after some crazy burned the mill out. We mostly repaired tools and weapons, didn't have much raw material. We can do commission work, if you're interested and can pay."
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 27, 2016 21:10:02 GMT -5
Raphael nods and inspects the array of goods.
"Welcome to our fine town... of S***hole."
He chuckles.
"What is the best craft that your master can make? I am looking for a sword held by single hand, carrying as much force as is possible. I don't suppose you have cold steel, do you?"
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Dec 14, 2016 20:32:15 GMT -5
Raphael exchanges some words with the young apprentice, and heads off to another part of the settlement.
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Post by mulcibaer on Apr 10, 2017 3:16:27 GMT -5
The smithy stays busy beyond the closure of the lich crisis, but soon a sign is hung in the window::
"All crafts by order only. Our apologies for the inconvenience."
Seems the Smith might be having issues similar to the rest of town.
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