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Post by DM Zach on Jan 25, 2016 21:12:41 GMT -4
Light smoke can be seen rising from south of the tavern. A mix of the forges and sawdust. As you make your way south the cobblestone road begins to darken from soot and dirt. The metallic smell of liquid iron is quite clear to you now, and nearly overpowers the fresh cut wood. You hear hear molten iron hit water, bringing it instantly to a boil. The road encircles a large open pavilion, with a few dozen dwarves, humans, and the odd half-elf, hard at work. Each covered in soot and grime, wearing thick leathers to protect themselves. To one side of the circled road, humans and half-elves can be seen cutting several logs into boards within the sawmill. Sawdust flies all around them, but none seem bothered by it. A large volume of open and closed crates and barrles are organized in several areas, from what you can tell, most are filled with raw iron ore. By the sawmill, a number of large logs have been laid on top of one and other to create a pyramid, clearly waiting to be cut
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 26, 2016 19:14:00 GMT -4
After scanning the sights of the various craftsmen at work, she approaches the steelworkers directly and gives a nod of respect before addressing them blatantly: "I have need of a weapon and armor repair. Can you assist me, or direct me toward who could?"
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 26, 2016 19:27:12 GMT -4
A dwarf (The one pictured above), looks up to you, but does not halt from his work. "Aye lass, plenty o' choices in the regard! We can forge wha' ye need here as lon' as it i'nt too fancy, or ye could try yer luck in the marketplace." He looks you up and down, inspecting your torn armor. "Looks like som'n did a real number on yer armor there. Leather isn't really my forte" He points his hammer in a direction opposite of the sawmill. "Couple o' trappers live there, seen em workin' with leather before, they migh' be able to help ye"
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 28, 2016 0:15:14 GMT -4
Mod and Tom arrive in the crafting district
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 28, 2016 0:27:30 GMT -4
"well you should know your a healer garrick is truly nasty stuff it doesn't just infect the would it goes to the heart spreading it through the whole body i have seen healers almost die trying to save men from large doses of the stuff." he looks around seeing the lumber yards and the smelters" oh my rambling got the better of me again" he chuckles." Mod what was the worst wound or sickness you have healed?"
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 28, 2016 0:42:34 GMT -4
"well in my travels I stumbled upon a recently destroyed village, it was raided by orcs. i was able to find and heal a few of the villagers but when I came a upon a young boy with a large gash in his chest thicker then my fist is wide and across his whole chest. I could see a few of his ribs and he had lost much of his blood, as i sewed his wound and used my most powerful spell, his condition did not seem to change so i prayed to ilmater in hope he would give me a way to save the boy. thankful he and answered and i was able to remember the way Betulim Everstashe my savior save me after my horrible lashing. he used some of his own flesh to cover the wound and heal mine. so I did the same slicing off some of my own flesh to cover the boys wound and once again casted the spell. the boys wound healed and he survived. I was happy that i could save the boy even though it was painful for me as well. I will do all i can to save people in need." Mod grabs his chest where it is likely that a scar remains and smiles "so should we ask around to see if we can find our elf and gnome friends.
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 28, 2016 0:53:02 GMT -4
he nods and is silent for a bit" truly a tale worth a song to use ones own flesh to save the life of a boy truly a great man" walking a bit more" yes lets ask to see if we can find them"
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 28, 2016 0:56:10 GMT -4
"I just do as anyone who follows Ilmater would. you have heard one of my tales how about you regale me with one of your great tales as with continue to look"
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 28, 2016 1:07:08 GMT -4
"hmm one of my tails or would like to here one of the grand tales i know?"
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 28, 2016 1:09:50 GMT -4
"one of yours if you don't mind"
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 28, 2016 1:32:41 GMT -4
i thoughtful look comes over his face"hmm lets see....ah i know a good one they day i help the stone of tyr survive. Now tyr is a city in andor on its borders. the border that it guards is the one connected to the blight were an evil god was lock away in the lone mountian there shale gul in the blight twisted things are born mainly tralocks creatures that stand 8ft tall are half man half beast. While entertaining the court of the high lord of tyr a tralock attack larger then had been seen in 300 years came down on the stone of tyr the great fortress that as never fallen. these beast some how managed to find there way into the heart of the stone. Now when i heard the attack i took out my blades and ran to the section of the stone where the children sleep. all the guards were in the fight and i was alone at the entrance when the tralocks started to come down the hall. 3 at first one with the beak of a eagle and the other had a wolfs muzzle and goat horns. i was able to fend them off and kill them. more and more kept coming 2 then 3 then 4 i kept fighting i would die before i let them to the children. then they stopped coming and the shadows grew darker around the corner. A man came around the 9 ft tall in all black his skin maggot white and his face was just lips and a nose and smooth where the eyes should be. a fade creatures made by the dark one the evil god the leader of the tralocks. to see a fade outside the blight is unheard of. fades are know to take out 30 to 40 man before they are taken down. i ready my blades and charge the shadow spawn thinking i was to fight and die that moment. some how i was able to wound it enough for it to turn and leave but i had paid a price" he lifts his shirt and a massive scar reaching from his lower stomach to his upper back can be seen" that die the stone held but barely and only because 4 male wizards appeared and slaughtered the tralocks. and that day the stone held against the shadow."
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Post by Layella Lavellan on Jan 28, 2016 9:57:43 GMT -4
A dwarf (The one pictured above), looks up to you, but does not halt from his work. "Aye lass, plenty o' choices in the regard! We can forge wha' ye need here as lon' as it i'nt too fancy, or ye could try yer luck in the marketplace." He looks you up and down, inspecting your torn armor. "Looks like som'n did a real number on yer armor there. Leather isn't really my forte" He points his hammer in a direction opposite of the sawmill. "Couple o' trappers live there, seen em workin' with leather before, they migh' be able to help ye" Paying no mind to her nearby acquaintances, she nods again to the dwarven forger and answers, "Gratitude. I hope to return and employ your masterful services another time." With this she turns and heads in the direction that was specified.
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Post by DM Zach on Jan 28, 2016 10:14:42 GMT -4
The trappers home is easily identified. Leathers sit outside the home, baking in the sun. Furs draped along the walls of the building.
A half-elf exits the building shutting the door behind him. Bow in hand, quiver on his back, dressed in several furs. He looks at you, suprised for a moment.
"Oh excuse me! I wasn't expecting anyone this morning, was just about to go out for a hunt. Is there anything I ca help you with?"
You looks you up and down, inspecting your armor, already knowing the answer, but asking anyway out of formality.
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Post by Mod Everstache on Jan 28, 2016 11:23:01 GMT -4
i thoughtful look comes over his face"hmm lets see....ah i know a good one they day i help the stone of tyr survive. Now tyr is a city in andor on its borders. the border that it guards is the one connected to the blight were an evil god was lock away in the lone mountian there shale gul in the blight twisted things are born mainly tralocks creatures that stand 8ft tall are half man half beast. While entertaining the court of the high lord of tyr a tralock attack larger then had been seen in 300 years came down on the stone of tyr the great fortress that as never fallen. these beast some how managed to find there way into the heart of the stone. Now when i heard the attack i took out my blades and ran to the section of the stone where the children sleep. all the guards were in the fight and i was alone at the entrance when the tralocks started to come down the hall. 3 at first one with the beak of a eagle and the other had a wolfs muzzle and goat horns. i was able to fend them off and kill them. more and more kept coming 2 then 3 then 4 i kept fighting i would die before i let them to the children. then they stopped coming and the shadows grew darker around the corner. A man came around the 9 ft tall in all black his skin maggot white and his face was just lips and a nose and smooth where the eyes should be. a fade creatures made by the dark one the evil god the leader of the tralocks. to see a fade outside the blight is unheard of. fades are know to take out 30 to 40 man before they are taken down. i ready my blades and charge the shadow spawn thinking i was to fight and die that moment. some how i was able to wound it enough for it to turn and leave but i had paid a price" he lifts his shirt and a massive scar reaching from his lower stomach to his upper back can be seen" that die the stone held but barely and only because 4 male wizards appeared and slaughtered the tralocks. and that day the stone held against the shadow." Mod is entranced by the tale and tom's battle wound. "My intuition about you was correct you are a man who stands to protect the helpless and is true good." He puts his hand out for a shake "I am truly happy to have you accompany on this quest and hope to have many more with you."
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Post by Tom Marilyn on Jan 28, 2016 11:33:17 GMT -4
he smiles but with a sad look in his eyes" i havent always been as good as that but i try when i can" he looks are and spots the fair skin and onxy hair of Layella go around a corner" i think i spy our elf mister Mod" he had off towards her
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