Time enough for Demons and tunnels and spiritual threats later. For now, he would get back to the familiar comfort of working with metal and hammer and anvil, and proceeded towards the shop.
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Time enough for Demons and tunnels and spiritual threats later. For now, he would get back to the familiar comfort of working with metal and hammer and anvil, and proceeded towards the shop.
Many others are watching commenting on the beauty of the blade but the smith seems very sure she wants it to be perfect and dismisses their remarks.
She held the hilt like it came as naturally as breathing, and while she studied her latest work with a mixture of disappointment and resignation, he studied her. For a long moment, he stood in the far corner of the room, allowing others to peruse and gawk at the other fine works in the front of the shop. Finally, when they seemed to move on to other items, Aserymus made his way towards where she worked.
"Some works are rough and utilitarian, others exquisite and decorative, but fragile. I see you have married both aspects into true masterpiece, both deadly and beautiful. I am impressed...and yet I sense you are unsatisfied with the result."
The Lion eyes her carefully before continuing after a moment. "I am Aserymus, the sometime patron of this workshop. Humour me, how long have you been gifted with the hammer and the anvil?"
"The Balance is ever so slightly off, I want it to be perfect…" She stares for a moment "I think it's the handle may need some slight reworking."
She smiles "My name is Quinn, as for my apparent giftedness everyone seems to talk about not long. One day I started being able to see more clearly what could be made from the raw materials and ever since then my skill has grown quickly.
Taking the weapon in hand, he runs his palm slowly over the length before gripping the hilt lightly but firmly. Finding the point of balance itself, he held it close, then at length, before moving through a quick series of strikes and guards with it, letting gravity and momentum do much of the work for him.
After the blade comes to a halt, he hands it back to her with respect, and addresses her directly.
"Quinn. You are a master artisan, and this is a testament to your craft. If you came by your talent naturally as you say, then I have no doubt in my mind that in time, you may come to surpass even the renowned masters.
I am Aserymus, formerly of Tunis. Some call me The Lion. I have spent years making and using works of deadly art such as yours. A suggestion?" He motions to the blade she holds again.
"The hilt is good, but perhaps the pommel is a touch over-weighted. Might I suggest some subtle decoration, perhaps filigree etched into it? It would serve to shave off some excess weight, and add further decoration to an already-beautiful masterpiece."
Rolls
Blacksmithing + Perception - (10d10)
(3728104107510) = 66
She begins her world pulling various tools out of her apron to finish the blades handle as she works she continues to talk "So tell me Lion of Tunis, what brings you to this forge?."
"I know Lodewijk, the owner of this forge. His wife is a wonderful host, and his own knowledge of the merchant arts is impressive. When we first came to this city, I helped him and his family establish themselves here. I am...his patron, you might say. I see to the welfare and safety of the Manor, and all those inside it."
"That is good, these nights are dark and filled with dangers and you seem capable of handling yourself. Lodewijk pays well and has an eye for talent so he hire me to work here. Sometimes I do wish to work with more exotic materials and see where my limits start and maybe work on things more...complicated" Quinn stares at the blade for a moment "I trained in the sword myself also, so I am no novice to the applications and dangers of a poorly designed weapon. As such I take great care to make every weapon perfect."
"I will leave you to your work, but when you are finished, come see me in the back of the Manor." Motioning briefly to the assembled arms and armour arrayed about the shop and smithy, Aserymus continued. "Of all the stunning works on display, I suspect you may be the most valuable and unique one here. I would greatly value the opportunity to discuss your future over a drink, when you are free."
With that, the Lion took up his arms once again, turned and strode towards the back of the forge to the manor grounds beyond, leaving Quinn to the heat and artifice of the forge.
She seems to go look for a scabbard to fit the weapon, something ornate but not overly so
"It seems I have a business deal to conclude. Please, familiarise yourselves with the grounds. This will not take long."
Approaching the figure, the Lion sets his helmet in the crook of his arm as he turns to face the dark-clad man.
"Balthazar. I hope you have not been waiting overly long. I was unavoidably busy with other matters. To the task at hand though, your commission is complete, and I trust it will meet with your approval. Come, so you can appraise it's worth."
And with that, Aserymus leads the way through the forge to a space behind the shop.
"This will be an area in which you can rest, train, equip yourselves, and come and go freely. After the rest of introductions in the city are concluded, we will return here. For now, we should keep moving."
Moving away to allow them to rest, Aserymus leaves instructions to Quinn to speak to them and when they return to consciousness once again, but as he moves away he pauses for a brief moment. Then, without any further warning, he checks his arms and armour before setting off from the Manor at a quick pace, disappearing into the streets of the city once more.