Lark 2227 Share Posted July 3, 2013 Posters are hung around Malinor, the human kingdoms, and even the dwarven kingdom! 'Ave ya' ever thought? Eh! I could get a better sword! Or... This armour just don't quite cut it... Well 'ave I got news for ya'! Raevir Steel, run by local blacksmith Lark Steelwall, offers quality metalworking at great prices! We also offer a special discount to residents of Kralta! If ya' bring in ya' own iron for your request, the its 50% less! Pretty good eh? ~Prices are as follow~ Any Iron Weapon: 70 mina Any Gold Weapon: 100 mina Custom work on Weapon: 15 mina Any Iron tool: 75 mina Custom work on Tool: 10 mina Crossbows: 30 mina Full set of Iron Armour: 680 mina Full set of Chain Armour: 280 mina Custom Commision: Price varies on iron required Repair for Weapon/tool: 50 mina Repair for Iron Armour: 360 mina, 180 for one piece Repair for Chain Armour: 140 mina, 70 for one piece Another notice hangs under the poster We also now offer crossbows! We now offer Gold weapons to fight monsters! *A map showing that by following the road to the former White Rose Checkpoint and to keep going until you see a large village, which must be Kralta* 4 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
dude 230 Share Posted July 3, 2013 Lorik smiles while reading the poster because of the fact that he knows Lark is finally advertising a bit and will gain that good amount of customers Lark deserves. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted July 3, 2013 In his spirit form Bod sits in the smithy, watching his old mentor with a smile. He sighs, wishing he was still alive. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted July 3, 2013 *The Prophet Of Bane walks up to the smithy and leaves a note. "Sir, I request a saber with a dragon's head carved into the bottom of the wooden hilt. I will pay 100 minas for this piece. ((You can /modreq to add a desc of the hilt/blade and name the sword, Iron Saber.)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Author Share Posted July 3, 2013 Sees the note and begins work on it, smiling as he feels a cheerful presence. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Author Share Posted July 4, 2013 Lark tosses some posters in the fire and mutters something about nobles and their annoying tendencies. He talks with some strelts at the tavern and puts a new sign up on his smith that reads Raevir Steel. Lark nods approvingly and goes over his iron supply to make sure he has good quality iron. Lark then sends a bird to the man known as "The Prophet of Bane" notifying him his sword is done. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted July 5, 2013 The Prophet Of Bane notifies Lark via crow that he will pick the saber up in atleast an elven day. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ayresalex 517 Share Posted July 5, 2013 Abram thought that the forge was named "Snapnecks", not Raevir Steel. Odd. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Author Share Posted July 5, 2013 ((The shop is named Raevir Steel, the forge itself is Snapnecks)) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
ayresalex 517 Share Posted July 5, 2013 Abram thinks that's a stupid name. (( :( )) Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Author Share Posted July 5, 2013 Lark doesn't care for Abram's opinion really. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ned Lud 1260 Share Posted July 5, 2013 A filthy and sweaty-looking halfling farmer nails a crusty strip of leather at the bottom of one of the posters along the road towards Lenfarthing, written in crude ink. It reads: "Fine craftsman's ship. Th' work o' a true master o' th' art. - Bango *a doodle of a pig is drawn at the bottom*" Bango grunts and scratches himself with a nod as he admires his new tool. He hefts an iron shovel upon his shoulder, once a battered old relic of the past, now custom repaired with the smell of flame still upon it. The shovel that has been forged again. The Mother of all Rabbits glimmers in the sunlight, instilling a sense of awe and wonder in the hearts of all shovel aficionados, stone-rollers and gravel toes who might look upon it's glory. The hammered iron shovelhead, the mundane oaken shaft, shortened and engraved with it's namesake, the pig's head hilt, watching dully over the pesky vermin of the field. Surely this is the work of legends. With great shovel, comes great responsibility. When a hole is dug, a hole must be filled. These are just a few of the thoughts that course through Bango's mind as he struggles to bear the weight of this new burden. The halfling turns and trots off towards his home in Hogwaller Hill, his stomach growling, hungry for the porkchops and pumpkin pie that await his return. He is so content with his new treasure, that he has forgotten all about the bird droppings smeared across his head from that strange crow. (Thanks a lot. I finally have an iron and shovel resource that is within sensible walking distance. Always nice to see these little businesses popping up.) 1 Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Heff 2460 Share Posted July 6, 2013 *A note is pinned next to all of Bod's old sketches* "Please craft me a silver dagger.With the word Wind carved into it's blade." *The note has no signature but the handwritings looks exactly like Bod's * Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lark 2227 Author Share Posted July 6, 2013 Lark picks up the note and thinks for a moment and grins. He puts down a gleaming steel saber that he finished and looks for his silver ingot box. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
BegginLena 135 Share Posted July 9, 2013 Orlik shakes his head upon seeing the notice, "Still didunt get new Irun axe!" Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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