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Post by arremer on Mar 13, 2015 15:02:52 GMT -7
Arremer frequents both the weapon smithy at Arms and the libraries or alchemy labs of Knowledge. He doesn't truly advertise, but he doesn't particularly hide. Anyone wondering could be told by those he works with that he's a sufficient weaponcrafter, though he hasn't taken enough alchemy to truly be considered an alchemist (But is working on it). If anyone were to ask he could be contracted for a weapon for the usual price, or perhaps to research a question. It pays a bit more than simply working a forge, after all. Downtime |
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Post by arremer on Mar 28, 2015 22:56:50 GMT -7
Arremer had been doing a lot of work at the forge lately, both for practice and to clear his mind. He looked at the lungchuan tamo and realized he couldn't stand the sight of the damned thing. I've seen so many like this at Cloud City. Usually used against me or my friends. No... no! He throws it at the pile of stuff for sale a little too hard - if he hadn't been improving it probably would've broken on impact.
He looks around at the stares of the other forge workers, mostly Dwarves. Now these guys, they've been good to me. He ponders to himself as the others go back to their work one by one. Only one kept looking - Ghagnir, one that started at about the same time as him. "'Ey, what's eatin' ya' Ar'? S'not like ye ta use brute force." Arremer blinks and processes the information - Ghagnir always had one of the heaviest accents he'd ever heard.
"A few too many old memories" he replied in Dwarven, though imperfect and with a flat accent.
Ghagnir picked up on the shift in language and responded in kind. "Ye need to take time to sort it then. And ye know what that means."
"The pub?"
"The pub."
Arremer had very few people he'd call friends, and added to that list grudgingly. Ghagnir damn near stamped his name on it himself.
Early into the morning and more mugs than someone his weight should be able to (barely) handle:
"Yer a right bastard Ar'" he laughed. "But somehow in a good way. Now listen; ye already know the why, just gotta change the how. Stop running with the old, find something else."
After nursing a massive hangover:
He's right, the drunken sod, heh. Not touching the plans from home. Or the old home. Looking around again, it took all of three minutes to decide. Then it's time to be known for my new home. Pulling plans for various Dwarven classics, he modified them to suit his purposes. A bit lighter than the hefty fare of his new fellows, he tossed even his prized mithral rapier into the pile for the materials. He also crafted a special stamp of a curious scorpion, to make his mark on the new armaments, and set to work.
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Post by arremer on Apr 6, 2015 9:32:27 GMT -7
Arremer returns to the forge after a successful enough test of his new weapons. Pleased with himself, he sets back to work.
Jazirathiel: "Hello! I heard this was the place to come to for arms and armor! May I order a falchion from you?"
Arremer didn't even look up. "Of course. Have time to start right away. Better than the mass-production line work.
Jazirathiel: "Thanks! It's great to see others from Cloud City out here."
"What?" Arremer looked up. A Tiefling. He looks around, meeting the gaze of several Dwarves that likewise work the forge. Mostly from the Western Range. He hated it, but it was a good job. If they'll deal with an Orc, it would be expected that Arremer would work for a Tiefling. "Oh... yeah, Cloud City."
As she left he considered his options, but they all ended up either doing the job right or potentially losing his best current source of income.
"Business is business, I suppose. Will just need a drink after this." He sets to work properly, looking over to the edge of the table with his signet tool. "But it's not getting the mark, heh."
(This exchange was made with the approval of Artifax to use Jazirathiel)
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Post by zzan on Apr 13, 2015 9:45:12 GMT -7
Sevastian stops just out side of the shop, looking unsure.
after a few more moments of dazed calculating he decide to enter.
"they tell me this is where i can get some quality work. i need the best great-sword you can make..."
after some haggling he pays 262 gp and 5 silver for a job to be "done by tommorow"
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