Athard Morle
New
Roleplay posts: 5 
Physical Description: Athard is a man in his early 30s. He's of average height and build, though his arms are quite defined due to his occupation as a bowyer. His hair is a light brown and his eyes colored to match.
Clothes and Equipment: At work, Athard generally wears heavier and more durable clothes, a thin leather apron, and leather bracers. When not at work he prefers light clothes with simple embellishments and dark colors. His boots are always of high craftsmanship.
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 12:36:12 GMT -8
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Post by Athard Morle on Jun 22, 2016 13:03:13 GMT -8
Hearing the ruckus from his workshop, Athard decided to investigate. Seeing the giant crystal lowered into the main forge build was impressive. He decided to take a break and see the actual installation.
Walking into the main complex, he saw Epirus and the new artificer talking in front of the massive dipyramidal dohicky. As much as this "sunmetal" was supposed to be worth, it would be fairly useless to Athard. Bows braced with metal needed a springy type, like certain steels. He suspected a hard metal like sunmetal wouldn't deform properly, let alone snap back to its original shape. Still, he didn't know much about it, so it was possible he was wrong.
"Impressive," he says, walking up behind the fire elemental and artificer.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167 
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jun 22, 2016 16:03:24 GMT -8
"Nope, never worked with sunmetal before. Read about it, though. It's some pretty amazing stuff. S'part of why I can't wait to get my hands on it. A skilled artificer could really get creative with the stuff. And I'm the best." Her tone wasn't one of someone bragging, but someone who was confident in their own skills or abilities; Liv was amazingly talented for her age, a true prodigy, and while the knowledge hadn't gone to her head, it did give her very high confidence in herself. Her gaze turned to the bowyer as they appeared, and she gave a small up-nod of greeting.
"`ey, you're the boywer, yeah? Liv Featherstone, nice to meetcha." She didn't offer her hand. Liv.. didn't like touching people unless there was no other choice. She turned back to looking at the crystal and turning over possibilities in her head. She couldn't wait to work her wonders on the stuff.
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Jun 23, 2016 10:11:21 GMT -8
Epirus took in the pair of them, their mannerisms and their easy-going confidence in themselves and their abilities, very similar to his own opinions.
"You must be the bowyer, pleasure to meet you. I would shake as well but..."
He glanced down at his hands, wreathed in flame, with small cracks in the rock substance that made up his "skin" revealing the magma beneath.
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Athard Morle
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: Athard is a man in his early 30s. He's of average height and build, though his arms are quite defined due to his occupation as a bowyer. His hair is a light brown and his eyes colored to match.
Clothes and Equipment: At work, Athard generally wears heavier and more durable clothes, a thin leather apron, and leather bracers. When not at work he prefers light clothes with simple embellishments and dark colors. His boots are always of high craftsmanship.
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 12:36:12 GMT -8
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Post by Athard Morle on Jun 26, 2016 17:49:10 GMT -8
Returning Liv's nod, he answered her query. "I do own the bowyery here, thanks to Forgemaster Epirus. Morle, Athard Morle." Athard wasn't really good with people. He couldn't bend them, shape them, or give them the smooth curves he could a bow. His eyes strayed a little over Liv's outfit... she seemed to have nice curves already... He didn't even notice that Liv hadn't extended a hand until Epirus made a joke about his own.
Without the light of the sun pouring into it, the crystal was an opaque black, almost as if it was absorbing the light around itself. "How long until it's up and running, Forgemaster?" he asked Epirus. "I'd like to know a little more about it when you have the time. Can it be alloyed, created in a shaft true enough to be used as an arrow, that sort of thing."
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jun 26, 2016 18:21:08 GMT -8
"Uh huh, gotcha, pleasure's all mine, all that stuff." The words were spoken absently as she continued to stare up at the crystal, her brain still churning thoughtfully. Then she blinked and abruptly spun around to stare at Athard, her hazel gaze intense.
"`ey, I just had an idea. You and me should work together. Like I can carve enchantments into your bows and arrows. It'd be a hell of a combination. Especially if we can finagle something with the sunmetal for arrows."
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Jun 26, 2016 18:44:50 GMT -8
The Forgemaster replied to the bowyer's inquiry in the same calm, collected tone he always used.
"It is up and running now, if you wish, I can do a brief demonstrion of it."
He began to walk down the steps towards the special forge laid out underneath the massive crystal. He was the only one allowed to use it, for the safety of everyone at the forge. Plans were in the works to show a select few how to do it as well, but he wanted to see how they all worked together before choosing anyone.
"My first major project will be to attempt an alloy with the sunmetal and starmetal. Starmetal should lend the sunmetal the strength it needs to be a true masterpiece weapon. At the moment, it is best used whole, giving a weapon of approximately bronze to iron level of strength. I would not advise using it for arrows, we do not produce enough for that to be worth it."
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Athard Morle
New
Roleplay posts: 5
Physical Description: Athard is a man in his early 30s. He's of average height and build, though his arms are quite defined due to his occupation as a bowyer. His hair is a light brown and his eyes colored to match.
Clothes and Equipment: At work, Athard generally wears heavier and more durable clothes, a thin leather apron, and leather bracers. When not at work he prefers light clothes with simple embellishments and dark colors. His boots are always of high craftsmanship.
Registered: Apr 7, 2016 12:36:12 GMT -8
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Post by Athard Morle on Jun 28, 2016 16:46:08 GMT -8
"Ah, that's alright," Athard replied to Epirus. "You've only just gotten it installed and I imagine there are some precautions you should take before using something of immense power for the first time..." Epirus was doubtlessly proud of his crystal, but Athard didn't find the same confidence in its untested use. "I just wanted to have a look anyhow. I've got an order or two waiting, so I need to get back to the shop."
Turning to Liv, he nodded at her. "I'd like to examine that possibility in the future, Miss Featherstone. I've only rarely worked with artificers or enchanters in the past, but each of them has been quite unique. I'll look forward to seeing what your work can do."
Athard waited just long enough for the polite goodbyes Epirus and Liv might have, and then left to return to his shop whether they gave them or not.
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Liv Featherstone
Dedicated
Call me Livilla.. I DARE you.
Roleplay posts: 167
Age: 17
Physical Description: Often described as 'elfin', Livilla - who prefers to be called Liv (and gods help you if you call her 'Livilla' within her hearing) - is pint-sized and delicate, coming in at a thoroughly unimpressive 5'2". With a delicate bone structure, she's wiry and nimble, with not a whole lot in the way of muscle mass, and she looks like she weighs about as much as a wet puppy, which isn't far from the truth. She has girlish features that are usually adorned with one of three expressions - mischief, focus, or curiosity. Anything else is somewhat rare. She keeps her brown hair cut short and shaggy just even with her shoulders, and her eyes are a mercurial hazel that go from brown, to green, to grey, to gold, to blue in an instant, usually reflecting her thoughts and/or mood.
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Clothes and Equipment: Typically, Liv wears a pair of low-slung, tight-fitting breeches with buckles up the sides and a brown leather belt around her hips. These are habitually tucked into a pair of mid-calf brown leather boots with laces, buckles, and two-inch heels, the toebox and counter of which are covered in a thin shell of enchanted brass. A short, thin white blouse with a low scoop neck, short puff sleeves, and ruffled edges, is worn beneath a corset that looks much like her breeches, with detachable straps that fasten at the top and go over her shoulders. Over all this, she wears a button-up moss green coat with slightly puffy shoulders and a large collar, which falls to mid-thigh, adorned with various buckles, straps, and decorative chains, the sleeves of which are habitually rolled up to just short of her elbows. Around her right wrist she wears an enchanted brown leather bracer with three small buckles (that can be activated to form a magical shield), and always atop her head is a brown leather pageboy hat with a small brim and a brass fleur de lis charm. Around her hips she wears a belt strung with random tools of her trade, and belt pouches filled with various odds and ends. One of the most noticeable of these is a small, strange rod that appears to be composed of brass, and is obviously enchanted, although what exactly this enchantment may be is generally unknown. She wears it at her right hip, within easy reach, at all times; this rod is magically hardened and can extend however long she needs it to, allowing her to defend herself, and a small infusion of mana fills it with varying amounts of electricity, allowing her to zap people and flee, when needed.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: May 23, 2016 13:36:10 GMT -8
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Post by Liv Featherstone on Jun 28, 2016 18:25:57 GMT -8
"Right." That was Liv's only response to the bowyer, as she was again examining the crystal. She barely even noticed when he departed, offering only a grunt of acknowledgement when he indicated he was going to depart. Then abruptly it was as though a light had been flicked on inside her brain, as a look of realization came across her face. Without a word, she spun around and bolted out of the forge building, hauling ass back to her own shop as fast as her little body could manage.
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Jun 29, 2016 6:21:23 GMT -8
"It was a pleasure to meet you Athard. I loom forward to working with you."
Once the bowyer left, Epirus would descend to the ground level that contained the actual sunmetal forge and begin his inspection to ensure it was ready for use. Once the inspection was complete, he would fire it up to create a test piece or several if that is what it took to dial it in properly.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jul 20, 2016 20:11:31 GMT -8
The Chancellor of Isra pushed open the great doors of the main forge building, seeking out the Forgemaster. He'd been informed that he was an excellent metalworker, and needed an... unusual piece created. Unlike the High Marshal's quiet steps, Ryden's boots clearly announced his presence as he paced through the massive building that was the fire elemental's native domain. As he looked past another towering workbench, he called out, 'Forgemaster?' in the hope that Epirus would be receiving customers.
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Jul 21, 2016 4:14:58 GMT -8
The Forgemaster walked out from behind one of the many smaller forges that made up the full complex. It was late, and many of the smiths had already gone home, the occasional sound of hammer striking metal replacing what had been a near deafening sound earlier in the day. He had detected the Chancellor when he walked in, the heat signature very different from that of the forges or the smiths, whose signatures he had memorized by now.
"Chancellor Greyiron, what can I do for you this evening?"
The forge was much cooler than one would expect, still very hot, but not unbearably so, thanks to Epirus's special abilities, namely the absorption and release of heat from/into the atmosphere.
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jul 21, 2016 4:31:04 GMT -8
The sight of a man on fire stepping out from behind a forge took Ryden back, albeit only briefly, before he nodded sharply to the fire elemental.
"Forgemaster, you can smith a set of armour for me. I am faced with a slight... issue. Due to the nature of my work, I am required to dress formally. As you may have gathered, though, I'm not exactly a robe person. Thus far," he gestured to the set of ornately etched, archaic armour he wore, "I have been wearing my ancestral armour for anything that may require formality, but with the upcoming summit, I cannot wear this. It wouldn't be appropriate to wear the armour of a dead house before the nations represented, but at the same time, I cannot wear a set of armour showing Isran heraldry. That brings me to you, Forgemaster. I need a new set of armour, made out of the finest materials you have. My only specifications is that it is plated primarily, and that the colouring is cold - greys and silvers, preferably. I intend to have it engraved elsewhere, most likely at the jewellers in the city centre. Could I have an estimated date for completion, perhaps?"
The Chancllor clasped his hands behind his back as he awaited the Forgemaster's response. Hopefully, Epirus could have it done post-haste - the summit approached rapidly, and he needed to be comfortable in his new armour by then.
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Jul 21, 2016 11:55:59 GMT -8
He tapped one of his hammers against the wall as he thought through the Chancellor's request. He nodded his ead once to indicate he would accept it, his mind working its way through the process of forging such armor. He would use the finest steel of course, sunmetal would not give the desired look that the Chancellor wanted, and was far too expensive to make into armor for a man unlikely to see combat anyway.
"I can work the engravings into the metal if you know what pattern you want. Makes it stronger and looks a bit nicer anyway. If you want me to work in the engravings, it should take no more than three days, but probably closer to two. Without engravings it will be done in a day and a half."
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Ryden Greyiron
Dedicated
Chancellor of Isra
Roleplay posts: 226
Age: 42
Physical Description: Taller than most at 6'4, with relatively short, steel-grey hair, and a well-groomed, dignified moustache and beard, Ryden Greyiron would have been considered handsome, once upon a time, and still might be by some, but stress and worry has gotten to him over the years, and more than anything, he looks weary. With well-defined, prominent cheekbones, a strong-set jaw, and a proud nose, he looks every part the stately nobleman he professes to be. His dark blue eyes are filled with a solemn and calculative consideration of everything around him. He has the lean and muscular body of a great swordsman not long out of their prime, and his movements show it - they are graceful, yet dignified, confident and determined.
Clothes and Equipment: Ryden is generally only seen in his engraved armor. His armour is an assembly of intricately engraved detail and runic symbols in equal measures. With his long and flowing grey cloak, he creates a distinctive impression of gravitas in all situations. His preferred weapon, a hand-and-a-half sword, is rather unusual. The hilt is worn and weathered with battle, and seems to be ancient, and yet the blade gleams and shimmers in the slightest of light as though it emerged from the flames of a forge only yesterday. The blade's edge is razor sharp, and appears to have never needed sharpening. His armour and sword both possess a degree of enchantment, but the extent of which is unknown, even to him.
Registered: Apr 30, 2016 16:46:48 GMT -8
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Post by Ryden Greyiron on Jul 21, 2016 14:41:30 GMT -8
Ryden considered the man's offer for a moment, but in the end decided against it.
"No, thank you, Forgemaster. I haven't decided quite what engravings I'll want. Thank you, though, and I'll be back at midday two days' time from now. Until then."
After Epirus replied, Ryden turned to leave the building, his boots clicking against the metal as his cloak swished behind him into the cold evening.
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Jul 22, 2016 1:42:02 GMT -8
"Very well then, I will see you in two day's time."
As Ryden left Epirus began to walk about the Forge, gathering up the tools and material necessary for this next project, and before long, the sounds of his twin hammers clanging against the pieces of metal could be heard echoing throughout the Forge. Epirus had no need for sleep, so it would be ready a couple hours before Ryden had asked for it.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Aug 16, 2016 19:52:23 GMT -8
On a somewhat foggy but otherwise as-of-yet unremarkable Monday morning, Madame Naoki makes her way over to Dawnfire Forges. In one hand, she carries a bag- which is somewhat uncharacteristic of her. However, today, she walks with an intent: the intent to place an order. Or three, as the case may be. Regardless, Naoki quickly and quietly weaves her way through the chaos that is Dawnfire Forges in the morning. Even though the initial rush of the first morning’s light has worn off, activity is everywhere- as should be expected of the largest industrial center in the world. Regardless, it’s too early in the morning for such extraneous emotions as ‘pride’, or ‘irritation’ so Naoki simply continues on her way. Presently enough, she reaches the center of the sprawling complex, the titular Dawnfire Forge itself. With business inside, Naoki takes her bag, ascends the stairs, and proceeds to search out her quarry: Forgemaster Epirus. |
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Aug 17, 2016 17:53:06 GMT -8
The Forgemaster met Naoki as she was coming down the stairs. He appeared to be unsurprised to see her, having registered the change in heat patterns when she walked in. He gave her a warm smile to accompany his greeting.
"Ah Lady Naoki, it is good to see you again. Did Ms. Green enjoy the gift? That was some of the most intricate work I have done yet, and I hope this is more than just a social call, that you have more work like the bracelet that needs to be done."
The prospect of more complex work clearly excited the Elemental, something that could be fekt by the tenperature rising a further two or three degrees.
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Aug 18, 2016 2:35:57 GMT -8
As she makes her way over, reveling in the warmth, Naoki wonders if Erpuis is capable of any sort of smile besides a warm one. Cold gazes are probably all but impossible. Regardless, she reciprocates with a smile of her own and a small wave; Erpius has earned her favor. With a grateful nod, she responds, “She did indeed. I’ll not elaborate, but you have my most sincere thanks for that piece of work.”
Leaving it at that, she continues, “You'll be pleased, though. I’ve decided that I require armor. Let me show you what I have in mind...”
Reaching into her back, Naoki extracts a small quill, a matching vial of ink, and a pad to draw upon. Holding these items in one hand, she casts an eye about for somewhere to sit- or at least to lean against.
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Forgemaster Epirus
Committed
Roleplay posts: 51
Age: 45
Physical Description: Epirus is a Fire Elemental, with a build of approximately 6'4" and 290lbs. He is similar to a human in shape, save that he is covered in either fire or embers, depending on his state of activity. His head is perpetually wreathed in flame, and hus eyes are similar to pools of magma.
Clothes and Equipment: He wears specially tailored leather craftsmen gear, made from the hide of a fire drake to withstand the intense heat of his body. Perpetually at hip are the two large starmetal hammers he uses to forge and fight. They act as conduits for his considerable power, enabling him to channel into his creations.
Registered: Jun 1, 2016 3:16:01 GMT -8
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Post by Forgemaster Epirus on Aug 19, 2016 1:30:19 GMT -8
"We should attend to this in my office Lady Naoki. I have proper tools to accommodate your sketches in a manner that I can handle them."
He gestured for Naoki to follow him up a cast iron stair case. The stairs were not solid iron, but rather a lattice-work of thinner iron strips, offering nearly the same sturdiness as a single plate, for a fraction of the cost in materials.
At the top of the staircase was a metal door, a few pieces of a charred wooden door lying strewn about the top platform. Early on, his greatest challenge had been figuring out how to deal with things like wood and paper so as not to incinerate them. He could deal with wood in places he didn't frequent, but the heat of the forges made him subsequently hotter, especially when he was working, and so he had to have his office specially done.
Inside the office, the furniture was made entirely out of stone blocks, unlikely to burn. Recesses in the walls provided shelving, upon which rested numerous stone tablets with drawings etched onto them. Magic emanated from everything but the desk and Epirus's chair. The stone tablets were capable of tranferring the ink on a scroll into an etching on the tablet, an etching the Forgemaster could then manipulate as needed. The guest chairs, without cushions, appeared to be uncomfortable, but upon sitting on them, they would mold themselves to a far more comfortable shape for their occupant.
Epirus held the door open for Naoki, and once she had walked in he would shut the heavy door quietly, and take the seat behind his desk once Naoki was seated, pulling several more tablets out from a shelf on his desk and placing them in a stack on front of him.
"You were saying Lady Naoki?"
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Empress Naoki
Famous
Roleplay posts: 2,238
Physical Description: =========================
Empress Naoki is a curvaceous woman of average height, indeterminate age, and catlike features. Her hair is a dark auburn, often pulled back into a long braid. Her ears are both soft and fluffy, and her tail is never less than perfectly groomed. Amber eyes glisten in the shadows cast by her hair.
Clothes and Equipment: =========================
Naoki's wardrobe is to her as a frame is to a painting. Sometimes embellished with detail to be attractive in its own right, but never the focus. Usually simple but elegant, tightly fitting and highly revealing, used only to frame the beauty within.
Additionally, Naoki is, when clothed, often adorned with a small collection of accessories. She wears an earring, a brilliant cut amethyst, in her right ear. The silver signet ring of Isra is worn on her left pinky, marking her as High Lady of Isra. Directly adjacent, she wears the golden signet ring of The Isran Empire as its Empress. On the inside of her left thigh, there is a tattoo depicting a rose entwined with tentacles.
Allegiances: The Isran Empire
Player's online availability : Excessively often. Timezone: ET (-5)
Registered: Sept 12, 2015 13:02:17 GMT -8
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Post by Empress Naoki on Aug 19, 2016 3:09:31 GMT -8
Responding with only a small nod, Naoki follows Epirus up to his office. Silently, she reflects that she really ought to look into finding more fire elementals to spend time around. It’s very nice- being as warm as this, walking in the wake of a being whose very form consists primarily of heat itself.
Entering the room, she seems unfazed by the chairs’ lack of padding- having brought her own. However, when a moment after she settles into the chair, it molds itself to her shape- that elicits a thoughtful sort of “Hmh.” It’s not an unpleasant sensation, though, so Naoki takes the matter no further, instead turning her attention to her scribing tools.
“Armor. I am here to request some armor. More than one set, even…”
Trailing off, her quill meets the pad. For the space of a minute or so, Naoki falls silent, concentrating on her drawing. However, it only takes her that long to complete it. Grasping the pad by the top, she turns it to display to Epirus- the faintest hint of a smug grin on her face. Drawing is something she’s been practicing- and it would seem to show.
“I’d like something styled like this. The specifics of how it all interlocks and which plates go where is up to you, but I’d like it to be styled in this manner, with the emphases being placed on mobility and elegance. Though it may not be obvious, I can move fairly quickly when required to, so if this suit could not restrict my range of motion very much, and not be too too heavy, that would be ideal.”
Returning the pad to her lap, Naoki continues to work the quill as she continues, “I’d like this suit to be applicable for any situation in which I might require it, and as such, I would like to request spares, swappable situational components, and all of the extras and accessories you think I might ever require.”
Off to the left of her depiction, Naoki has drawn another image of herself- minus the armor. Now, she proceeds to label this second image with her measurements, which would presumably be required. Shimmying slightly in her seat, Naoki idly notes how comfortable this chair is. Perhaps she'd have to see about getting a few of these later.
Seemingly finished with her quill, Naoki nods slightly to herself, places the pad atop the desk, and swivels it about so Epirus can get a good look without touching it.
“Do you require any additional information from me to produce this?” She quirks an eyebrow in his direction.
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