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After the incident at the Guild. Zorion felt like he had re-ignited his fighting spirit, indeed the attack at the relay station has left him scarred both physically and mentally, but no one can run forever, that he knew. He could do nothing but office work for the rest of his life, even if he was not chased by danger in reality they would chase him in his dreams.
Zorion did not care for this fear, he didn't realized he was running away, but he was, he did and now that he knew, he planted his feet and wanted to fight once more, he did not want to idle around licking his wounds any longer.
He stood from where he sat, the straw covered ground of the stable; the cost of living was high in Scribel, so he had made do with the guild's stables to sleep, it was not much different from the days he lived as a squire, and since he help with the tending of the horses, the stable-hands and stable-masters just let him be.
Zorion made a neighbour of the chestnut courser that saved his life, and when he gentle stroked the horse long neck, He thank the creature again in his mind, and the big animal whickered in reply. This gave the self-styled squire a moment's pause, then he shook he head, and felt silly for thinking the courser could read minds.
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Sink or swim, he needed to make a choice, his damaged armour was no good, and his great-sword was so weathered, it would have a tough battle against a block of butter. He needed new weapons and arms. Even with the access to the forge he had no rights to the iron stored there and his sword and armour, once smelted and reforged there alloy remaining would be a bit too much for a sword and just enough for a set of amour. Not enough, not enough for both.
Offence or defence, whatever he craft, this coming week will be better than anything he could afford in the Scribel market place, And not just weapons and arms, he needs food.
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Over the week he divided his time working at the guild kitchens for a food ration quest, and working in the forges on his own project.
As he dump his old armour and and great-sword into a crucible and pushed the great vessel into the furnaces, he farewelled the last remnant of his past. The memories of the lord he followed for so long, and the life he lived as that man's servant. they will all be smelted down in to a new alloy, something different, a new beginning.
Many hours he worked on the new metal, days perhaps, he was only a apprentice and not a true blacksmith. But the craftsmen were helpful, knowing them throught the quest had become a great boon. The kind ones would point-out his mistakes, the unkind ones would snark and insult his work, the silently would shake their head disapprovingly, but all these little bits of knowledge Zorion listened and learned, learned and corrected.
In the end, he lost count the amount of time he folded the metal and hammered out the impurities, the metal glow red hot and was now an alloy the could be anything he desired... But mistakes were made, too many mistakes, too much metal was lost to the forge. He did not have enough to make another great-sword. Still he persevered.
He shaped the metal into a long blade, it will become a long sword, singe edge, and the rest of the metal will be a dagger.
A blacksmith that had help him out those few days was generous with his instructions, taught him the basics of tempering and quenching. The timing was difficult to master, but after a few tries Zorion managed to temper his weapons correctly or as close to correct as he could manage. The rest, the assembling, grinding and polishing of he work was simple, things that he did many times as an apprentice.
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Dawn arrived and armed with a new long dagger, and a long sword, Zorion went to the marketplace to buy a set of leather armour and then to complete one last cooking quest.
OC: Zorion | Setting: Scribel Adventurer Guild Stable and Forge|
OOC:
All money now 0 (for leather armour, backpack and sundry items in the forge)
Remove old iron amour
Remove Great-sword
Add leather armour
Add Leather Backpack
Add Custom alloy Long sword
Add Custom alloy Dagger
After the incident at the Guild. Zorion felt like he had re-ignited his fighting spirit, indeed the attack at the relay station has left him scarred both physically and mentally, but no one can run forever, that he knew. He could do nothing but office work for the rest of his life, even if he was not chased by danger in reality they would chase him in his dreams.
Zorion did not care for this fear, he didn't realized he was running away, but he was, he did and now that he knew, he planted his feet and wanted to fight once more, he did not want to idle around licking his wounds any longer.
He stood from where he sat, the straw covered ground of the stable; the cost of living was high in Scribel, so he had made do with the guild's stables to sleep, it was not much different from the days he lived as a squire, and since he help with the tending of the horses, the stable-hands and stable-masters just let him be.
Zorion made a neighbour of the chestnut courser that saved his life, and when he gentle stroked the horse long neck, He thank the creature again in his mind, and the big animal whickered in reply. This gave the self-styled squire a moment's pause, then he shook he head, and felt silly for thinking the courser could read minds.
===
Sink or swim, he needed to make a choice, his damaged armour was no good, and his great-sword was so weathered, it would have a tough battle against a block of butter. He needed new weapons and arms. Even with the access to the forge he had no rights to the iron stored there and his sword and armour, once smelted and reforged there alloy remaining would be a bit too much for a sword and just enough for a set of amour. Not enough, not enough for both.
Offence or defence, whatever he craft, this coming week will be better than anything he could afford in the Scribel market place, And not just weapons and arms, he needs food.
===
Over the week he divided his time working at the guild kitchens for a food ration quest, and working in the forges on his own project.
As he dump his old armour and and great-sword into a crucible and pushed the great vessel into the furnaces, he farewelled the last remnant of his past. The memories of the lord he followed for so long, and the life he lived as that man's servant. they will all be smelted down in to a new alloy, something different, a new beginning.
Many hours he worked on the new metal, days perhaps, he was only a apprentice and not a true blacksmith. But the craftsmen were helpful, knowing them throught the quest had become a great boon. The kind ones would point-out his mistakes, the unkind ones would snark and insult his work, the silently would shake their head disapprovingly, but all these little bits of knowledge Zorion listened and learned, learned and corrected.
In the end, he lost count the amount of time he folded the metal and hammered out the impurities, the metal glow red hot and was now an alloy the could be anything he desired... But mistakes were made, too many mistakes, too much metal was lost to the forge. He did not have enough to make another great-sword. Still he persevered.
He shaped the metal into a long blade, it will become a long sword, singe edge, and the rest of the metal will be a dagger.
A blacksmith that had help him out those few days was generous with his instructions, taught him the basics of tempering and quenching. The timing was difficult to master, but after a few tries Zorion managed to temper his weapons correctly or as close to correct as he could manage. The rest, the assembling, grinding and polishing of he work was simple, things that he did many times as an apprentice.
===
Dawn arrived and armed with a new long dagger, and a long sword, Zorion went to the marketplace to buy a set of leather armour and then to complete one last cooking quest.
OC: Zorion | Setting: Scribel Adventurer Guild Stable and Forge|
OOC:
All money now 0 (for leather armour, backpack and sundry items in the forge)
Remove old iron amour
Remove Great-sword
Add leather armour
Add Leather Backpack
Add Custom alloy Long sword
Add Custom alloy Dagger
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