Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Jul 9, 2014 18:01:03 GMT
The elven songsword, Adoven, had just returned from the Regent's chambers, settling himself down near a sharpening wheel. He carefully sharpened the edges of his greatsword and trusty shortsword until he be pleased with the results.
Conversing with the armorer, he was able to barter a chain shirt for his use as well.
Although he was just about to leave, he noted a steel ingot cast underneath a few tools. Having a stray thought suddenly inspire him, he took the ingot out and began to study it. Satisfied with how it looked to him, he went to take his top off till he wore just an apron and pants.
He started to work it, using hammer and anvil, fire and water, forging the small ingot into the vague shape of a dagger.
He cast it into a simple yet functional shape, and embossed it with a personal rune.
After mounting the handle and binding it in leather, he worked on a sheath made of wood and leather.
Pleased by the simple beauty and functionality, he tested the weight and speed.
'A bit heavier than I'm used to' he thought in his mind, 'But I'm not one to hold toothpicks either.' He smiled wistfully.
With his equipment in tow, he set off to find his horse in the stables, and to ride onwards to his home for meditative practice and study of the town's defenses.
*moving to stables*
For the Song of the World!
Conversing with the armorer, he was able to barter a chain shirt for his use as well.
Although he was just about to leave, he noted a steel ingot cast underneath a few tools. Having a stray thought suddenly inspire him, he took the ingot out and began to study it. Satisfied with how it looked to him, he went to take his top off till he wore just an apron and pants.
He started to work it, using hammer and anvil, fire and water, forging the small ingot into the vague shape of a dagger.
He cast it into a simple yet functional shape, and embossed it with a personal rune.
After mounting the handle and binding it in leather, he worked on a sheath made of wood and leather.
Pleased by the simple beauty and functionality, he tested the weight and speed.
'A bit heavier than I'm used to' he thought in his mind, 'But I'm not one to hold toothpicks either.' He smiled wistfully.
With his equipment in tow, he set off to find his horse in the stables, and to ride onwards to his home for meditative practice and study of the town's defenses.
*moving to stables*
For the Song of the World!