weatherman321

(( Congrats on perma-killing such a long-lived character, and one that others loved just as much as you (probably) did. That takes balls. Personally, I think it's good to kill of characters eventually. Better Sherlock Holmes dying at Reichenbach falls than solving mystery after mystery ad nauseum. Always leave them wanting more! ))

Vulnir scratches his head. "She looks sort of magical. I wonder if she can conjure me a bag of holding..."

Vulnir adds 150 minas to the bounty. "I guess I know where that smoldering hole in my roof came from."

What is it you seek me to create? (Include materials needed, and please be descriptive!): A 2 meter long theorbo with the name "Matilda" engraved on it. ((A named stick.)) Will you be providing the materials? (This is nay necessary, however additional fees may be charged): No How much do you deem this item worth?: 107 1/2 minas Do you accept that you may not get exactly what you asked for?: It can be slightly less than 2 meters in length if need be. When would you ideally like to have this item?: Within this elven week would be great. ((IMPORTANT: I would like the item to be named <"Matilda"> (with quotes) and the description to be <This musical instrument is a massive, 2-meter-long great-lute.> or if that is too long, simply <A massive, 2-meter-long great-lute.>))

(( *shrug* not much combat potential. ))

Vulnir sits in the study of the Haumel longhouse, staring down at a blank parchment. In his hand he holds a quill, which he taps against the desk incessantly, tap tap tap. Finally, the words come to him. He dips the quill in the nearby ink pot and starts composing a ballad about the battle in which he had taken part.

Several posters are attached to noticeboards all over Malinor. Should one chance to notice one, and should one take the time to read it, it would read: "Magic Users of Anthos! Heed my request! I am looking to purchase a very specific item. You see, I fancy myself a bard, and my instrument of choice is the theorbo. However, the theorbo is a teensy-weensy bit larger than the average instrument, and carrying it all over the realm is getting to be a real pain in the neck! Here's a sketch of me playing my theorbo (I named it Matilda): So, in order to rectify the problem, I need a skilled magic user to craft a very special item for me. What is it? Well, simply put, it's a bag that's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside. The outside should be about the size of a normal lute, maybe smaller. Make the inside big enough to hold my theorbo. Oh, and make it so that my theorbo is the only thing you can put in it, will you? I don't want to lose anything important inside of it! Pay negotiable." -------OOC Line------- So basically I thought it would be amusing if my character pulled out a massive instrument from a too-small bag every time he played a song, Mary Poppins style. So, did a little research, found the theorbo, and there you go. I thought this would fit under the purview of domestic magic. The specification that that particular theorbo is the only thing that can be put in it is there to prevent aboos.

A simple note is submitted. "Ellir'vuln Haumel volunteers for the construction effort." (( Skype: weather.lotc ))

Two envelopes are left in Khel's and Titania's tents. They each contain a letter and several sketches. "Dearest Mali'lumi of the High Council, ​I, Ellir'vuln Haumel do hereby pledge servitude to the Shining Princedom of Malinor and to its people. In the interest of serving my fellow mali in these times of trouble, I would humbly offer to contribute what skills I have as a carpenter to the construction efforts. Enclosed are a few drafts I have drawn up. Signed, Ellir'vuln of the Line of Haumel" There are a few architectural drafts included with the letter: (( A showcase build of elven-looking architecture. Less extravagant options are available (and preferred :P) ))

Vulnir plants crab grass on the Camoryns' lawn.

Vulnir takes out the parchment he found back at camp as the cart clack-clack-clacked down the road. "Hmm... if I need shelter on my way back, maybe I'll stop in and try my luck." He puts the parchment away again and snaps the reins, urging the mule to go faster.

Cool. ...where is this happening?

I came here to build stuff that had a story behind it, and explore stuff people built that had a story behind it. And RP.