Purchasing A Golem ((In Iron Ingots))

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

 ​A well written flier is hung outside these cities: Kal'Azgoth, Vear'Heaven, Abresi, Malinor, and Kastoria. The flier is a rough piece of parchment which seems to have a neat gold trim around the outside. A neat font is embedded on the flier, seeming as if someone skilled in the arts of literature wrote it. It attracts your attention. You begin reading.

 

 "Dear Stranger,

 

  I've been seeking the lands for a skilled individual who could possibly make Golems. The creatures are interesting and up most powerful. If you're one of these individuals who can make a creature like this, please contact me, for I'm willing to pay sixty-four iron ingots for the creation (price negotiable). If you are willing to make me one I will supply you with whatever supplies needed, I will also like to witness the creation and meet my Golem eye to eye. Please send me a bird ((Forums)), or leave a note below, I eagerly await your reply.

 

  - Famine"

[Lago 2572]

((Timezone?))

[Tortek 51]

Whilst Karvek is strolling through Kal'Azgoth looking for a merchant selling inexpensive bread one of the fliers catches his eye. As he notices the flier he moves closer toward it until he's able to read the parchment. 

 

"Now w'at beh dis? Some feckin lad wantin ta boieh ah damned Golem, Meh fader an' meh uncle are nut damned toy crafters der Golem smifs blassed beh Yemekar 'imself."

 

As he finishes muttering he rips the flier off the wall and tosses it into one of the city's brazier, many more fliers still hang along the city.

[Heero 4092]

Through the humid halls of Kal’Azgoth, among the countless rings of blackened iron and kindling fire a loud squeak echos throughout the baked walls. Bouncing as they waltz before all within the stone halls of the Dwarven capital.

 

 

“Naaaay!”

 

 

The whiny shout rumbling through the Dwarven Smithing Guild workshops as numerous Dwarves turn their attention to Lord Farren Starbreaker and the smaller, plump creature commonly known as Dunwall Grandaxe, the aspiring Golemancer as he shouts and pouts before their humble leader.
 

“Naaaaay! Ah nay wuuun tu!”
 

The adolescent Dwarf cries, tossing himself to the floor, flailing about on the stone tiles before Farren.
 

“Ah nay wunneh! Ah dune wid all t’ese fuuls and wunks cemin’ ‘ere for bloodeh golems! Ah dune! Nay muar, nay maur Ah say!”

 

 

The young Beardling continues. Waddling to a mininture anvil, one design to accomindate his small body. Curling his plump fingers over the edge of the anvil as he flips the tiny steel construct

Threshing about as he resumes his tantrum.

[Tom_Whiteman 949]

((Timezone?))

((EST - Eastern Standard Time))

[youlovesocks 652]

Celestiran walks up and glares at the sheet not making anything out of the paper

[Lark 2227]

((Need another Golem? Golem.))

[tnoy23 202]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.