Hævys Bladesmith
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Roleplay posts: 61 
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 4, 2021 21:12:53 GMT -5
In place of a simple tent that once sat here now stands a modest building, roughly twice the size of the average house being built within Sevintera. At the front sits a storefront taking up a quarter of that floor area, littered with display tables and racks showing off a few premade weapons, armor, and tools. Separated from the storefront by half a wall and a counter, the forge within was easily seen by anyone who would come in to inspect or purchase from the shop. On one of the walls sat a large furnace, sat beside an anvil and rack of tools, with a container of liquid not very far off from the workstation and a secondary doorway further down that wall. On the other side was a worktable sat near a grindstone, for putting the finishing touches on any piece. Most tools within the forge that would usually be operated with someone’s foot, such as the pedal grindstone, seemed to be modified in such a way that one could use their arm to assist in their use. In the back was the last door, leading to the small, very simple living space of the blacksmith who called this her home, Hævys Bladesmith. It would be very obvious to most that the large majority of the building was dedicated to her craft, and stood as a testament to how seriously and passionately she took her work. |
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Hævys Bladesmith
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 4, 2021 21:50:15 GMT -5
Hævys sat on top of her floor-level bedspread, staring at the piece of paper she had obtained the day she first arrived on the island. After finding a tent thanks to Khepri getting her into contact with the right people yesterday, this was really the first lull she had, and her mind was quickly turned back to both that individual that led her here and the strange beast they had released on her. She read over the note again, picking over each word and trying to decipher why she of all people was who whoever these people were decided to test with this, and whether they could be trusted.
She raised her head as she brought the paper back to her lap, staring out the slightly parted opening to her tent, sunshine peeking through and casting a beam of light towards her. Why did she care so much about this? Whoever this was almost ended up getting her killed, and they were obviously involved with magical musings the likes of which Hævys had sworn to leave behind. And yet, her curiosity seemed to get the better of her, seemed to make her want to seek them out, if only for answers as to why.
She shakes her head and stares back out towards her tent's opening. Perhaps a walk would do her good, rather than sitting in here reading the same slip of paper a hundredth time, and with her unlikely to be able to practice her craft for at least a while as everyone still gets things back in order, it was really the only other option.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Nov 4, 2021 23:47:47 GMT -5
At some point after greeting Hævys, Khepri left her to figure things out on her own. Something about an old hag and a tent was taking her attention, but she promised to return once she settled in. Now that the blacksmith was cozied and done, the beat of wings thundered above and rattled the walls of the tent, announcing the duralam's visit. She parted the entry flap with one slender hand and folded her feathers tight to her back as she searched for Hævys. A basket hung around her elbow.
"Greetings, greetings! I come bearing gifts. What do you call this? A housewarming, yes? A tent warming?" She giggled to herself as though she were quite clever. "No matter. Where have you gone off to? Over here?"
As she traversed through the tent, the duralam curiously peeked in every corner and crevice, turning over every tool and stone and bucket she could find.
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Hævys Bladesmith
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 5, 2021 16:35:12 GMT -5
Most of what Khepri would find likely wouldn't be of particular interest. The tools simply consisted of a few hammers of various sizes and head shapes, a pair of simple tongs, and a small punch for putting holes into hot steel, all of which seemed to be made out of basic steel themselves. Other than that, there was her toolbelt sitting on the table as well, all of what once hung from it across the table and already inspected, as well as the empty black apron across one of two chairs at the table.
Snapped out of her musings by the avian lady's arrival, Hævys leaned on the small stand and brought her good leg underneath her, using the stand to brace her as she stood. "Ah, Kepré. Over here." She says as she walks unevenly into view, glancing quizzically at the basket her visitor happened to be carrying. "You didn't have to do that." Hævys comes over to the table herself. "...but thank you, for that and for helping me yesterday." She says to the duralam, struggling slightly to actually get those two words out, not being so used to them herself.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Nov 5, 2021 18:01:16 GMT -5
"There you are!" chirped Khepri, tiptoeing along the ground toward the blacksmith. She handed her the basket, inside of which held leaves of bread and a few pouches filled with what smelled of sweet spices. "Something to eat and a bit of tea I nabbed from Zasha's tent. I can't actually warm a home since I don't know how to make a fire, but I thought I could warm you instead." Her lips pursed as she repressed a smile. "Don't you worry. Just pass the favor forward, mm?"
Taking note of the tools around her, she nodded. "It seems you did not jest about your profession! But there is no forge. How long will it take to create one, do you think?"
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Hævys Bladesmith
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 6, 2021 20:13:25 GMT -5
Hævys accepts the basket to her own arm, looking through it and catching a whiff of the sweet scents within, taking it in. While Khepri spoke, Hævys sat the basket on the table, clearing a small spot for it. "Well I appreciate the sentiment." She would say, pulling out a chair for Khepri before leaning on the other, waiting to see if her guest accepted the offer before sitting herself. "And pay it forward I will."
She listens to her winged friend's questions about the forge, and lets out the slightest of sighs. "Not sure." She says, tapping the handle of a hammer against the table absentmindedly as she spoke. "While I can make a simple forge out of a fan, a hole in the ground, and a couple of bricks, an actually serviceable one would take a lot of resources, and they need to see what can be spared from helping everyone else onto their feet too. The real problem though is getting materials and a sturdy enough slab of metal to use as an anvil. The soonest it could be? I guess a month, maybe two before anything can even begin being built, let alone the time it takes to finish."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Nov 8, 2021 2:02:06 GMT -5
Khepri mused at the chair for a moment, [part where she sits in the chair if she can after much scrutiny.] "A shame! I never knew smithing took so much time. It seems all things do. It is much more understandable coming to a world that has absolutely nothing prepared already! Crops, leather, everything in short supply! It won't be another year until the possibility of having things in even moderate supply." She sighed, splaying her arms. "I suppose it's to be expected."
Tapping her chin, the duralam gave it some thought. "Two months. I can't say that I will be back in that time. In all honesty, I do not know if I will be back for another three seasons. This land might be incredibly vast. Who knows? I might find a settlement that coaxes me with whispers of sweet nothings and bountiful fruits." She laughed to herself. "But I will be sure to spread news of a blacksmith far and wide, if you'd like? I don't use weapons, myself, but I'm sure others could do with something nice."
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Hævys Bladesmith
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 8, 2021 22:50:52 GMT -5
"Suppose so." Hævys agrees. "we don't have the cities and farms and mines of our forebears to rely on anymore. Just that is enough to set us back substantially."
Listening to Khepri speak, Hævys raises an eyebrow. "You're leaving Panóu then?" She asks, looking at the duralam's peculiar eyes. She shrugs. "Guess someone has to see who or what else is out there. Like you said, this place is vast. There's bound to be others out there. And I could use the business." The blacksmith puffs out a breath in something resembling a slight laugh. "Just don't go getting yourself killed. Too early for a funeral." She smirks.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Nov 12, 2021 17:44:59 GMT -5
Khepri laughed in turn. "I wouldn't dream of it! I don't think anything can outpace my wings, and if it can, you all should be the frightened ones!" She lifted her fingers, wiggling them around in a humorous display of some scary creature. "I haven't seen anything like that here yet, thank the Gods! Zasha did ask me to track something, but it wasn't a large beast. More like some wolf had dropped itself in a tar pit and was trailing it all over the woods. Curious."
With a shrug, Khepri waved away the thought. "For the while, however, I am here for another day or two. I'm particularly good at surveying from above, as you may have noticed. Is there anything you might need?"
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Hævys Bladesmith
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 13, 2021 1:10:51 GMT -5
Hævys listens to Khepri's boasts, a minor look of amusement adorning her face. However, at the mention of the wolf of tar, all color and emotion drain from her face as the handle of the hammer drops to the table one last time with a resounding thud. "A wolf covered in some tar-like substance?" She questions in a voice just barely deviating from monotone, remembering that...thing that had attacked her. "What did you find out about it." It seemed as though in her concern, the last question seemed not to register to her.
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Nov 17, 2021 1:41:07 GMT -5
"Why, yes. I saw very little of it, but the beast seemed rather large! It was keeping to the shade and I was not terribly interested in getting closer. I'm curious... but I do prefer to keep my head on my shoulders." With a shrug, she shuffled atop the chair to get more comfortable. One wing wrapped around the back of the furniture, steadying her. "I know it would only be for me, but I should really think about getting a perch sometime!" With a titter, she waved her hand, dismissing the idea entirely.
Oh, but the woman wasn't stupid.
From the corner of her eye, she was watching Hævys. It was obvious to anyone, especially the bird, that the blacksmith was familiar with the beast she spoke of.
"Why do you ask? About the wolf."
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Hævys Bladesmith
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Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 18, 2021 22:33:31 GMT -5
Hævys lowered herself into her own chair, pulling her left leg underneath the seat while leaning her arm over the chair's back. Her gaze turned to the floor as she recalled her first day on the island. "Day I washed up something like that attacked me. It wasn't the same one, I am almost positive. The one I fought was smaller, barely knee-high. I...think we killed it too, but with how strange it was I can't really be sure."
The smith shudders a bit, rubbing her thumb and forefinger on the bridge of her nose before dropping that hand back to the table. "...I couldn't even hit it, my weapon just went straight through. Seemed like only an enchanted weapon could do any damage."
Obviously frustrated, her eyes dart to her bad leg, before she turns back to look at Khepri. "Thankfully I got out alive, but I did lose a hammer after we had to enchant it. No matter though, eventually I can just make a new one like it, if need arises."
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Khepri Goldenfeather
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Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Nov 19, 2021 23:18:18 GMT -5
Khepri tapped her lips in thought. "That's quite concerning. I wonder if it's a pack? In any case, I'm sure that Zasha and the rest will take care of it. She seems rather powerful. If a blacksmith was able to take care of one, then why couldn't a warrior?" She gave Hævys a wink. "All will be safe in Pannoa. No need to worry." Slipping off the chair, the duralam stretched out a hand to pat her counterpart's shoulder. "That sounds frightening. Try not to go too far away from camp without someone else, yeah? I'm going to send you too much business, and I can't handle getting complaints that the blacksmith is dead."
Straightening up, Khepri looked toward the entryway and sighed. "I do think it's time for me to get my things together and take care of unfinished business. I leave before dawn tomorrow. See me off?"
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Hævys Bladesmith
Committed
Roleplay posts: 61
Age: Nearing her mid-30s
Appearance: She has a dark brown, bordering on black head of hair, kept short, not reaching halfway down her neck. Her skin is a darker tan-ish shade, with grey eyes. Standing around 5'10", she has a rugged frame, used to heavy labor and working in the forge. She usually wears a pair of loose fitting pants, with a snug cloth wrap covering up her chest. While in the forge, she wears a black smith's apron as well. While her pants usually covers it, there is a large indent into her skin on her thigh, as if part of the skin had been sheared off of that area, a few layers deep.
Equipment: While a smith before she got here, most of her equipment couldn't be carried during the flood. She's lucky she got out with a few forging hammers and a pair of tongs for handling hot metal, as well as her trusty pata(a type of sword-gauntlet), for if someone attempts to cross her or steal her wares.
Skills and Abilities: A skilled blacksmith, focusing on weapons and armor, with some skill also with jewelry and building materials such as hinges or nails. As well as this, she is skilled in the magics of enchanting her wares while creating them, giving enchantments of durability, of good health, or other small enchantments to make using them easier. However, she could only do this for things she was forging, not finished works, and even then she currently refuses to enchant her works. As well as this, although she currently refuses to do it as well, she can give people permanent marks on their skin, that would not wash off no matter what, and even enchant those.
Biography: A skilled smith from a young age, Hævys loved to create. She would work with her father in his forge, learning his craft, even if many others said she couldn't, or that she shouldn't and she should be proper. Naturally, Hævys wanted to prove them wrong. After learning all she could from her father, she travelled her land, looking for the best smiths to teach her what her father could not. Eventually she'd stumble on a smith who taught her many other talents, including, most importantly, the art of enchanted forging. Upon returning home and beginning her own work, she was soon summoned to the capital, to work towards making equipment for the army. Here, she would gain the epithet of Magesmith.
As well as working for the army, she would open a small business on the side, giving people permanent marks on their skin in any design they chose, a skill she picked up on her travels. However, one day she would experiment(with a willing participant) on attempting to enchant her marks. It was a success, and word soon reached the king. Immediately, she was given a new position with the prison. She would use her marking ability to give prisoners permanent enchanted marks, ones that would seal any magical ability they possessed, as well as teaching others to do the same.
However, soon, it became apparent that many of these prisoners did not deserve their punishment, nor prison time at all. Many people were sentenced to this not only for crimes, but for things outside of their control and for speaking out against the war. Hævys could not take this, speaking out against it. As a result, she was branded a criminal and given one of the marks she taught others to make, sealing her magic as she was thrown in prison.
Eventually, she would escape, and cut the mark off of her body, barely surviving with the bloodloss and possible infection. Even though she was no longer sealed, she refused to make another mark for anybody, and refused to enchant anything anymore. She refused her old epithet and became simply Hævys Bladesmith, and opening a small, struggling smithy for a short time, before the flood hit.
Registered: Apr 12, 2021 16:43:28 GMT -5
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Post by Hævys Bladesmith on Nov 21, 2021 13:35:51 GMT -5
Hævys lifted herself to a standing position as well. "Yeah, you have a point." She responds, though a hint of doubt carried in her voice. "All will be safe..." While a nice sentiment, it was one she still found hard to believe. Her life up until now was plagued in hardship and mistake, and safety was a luxury not even the royals often had. However desperately she wanted to believe Khepri, she couldn't quite bring herself to do so quite yet.
The blacksmith's eyes followed her avian friend's towards the entry. "Alright, that shouldn't be a problem." Hævys responded, somewhat sad to see Khepri go already, after having basically just met her. "And thanks in advance for the business, in case I'm done away with before you make your way back here."
She smirks, before her eyes wander back towards the sectioned off corner with her bed, and with the note. "Actually, before you go I do have another question." She says, looking back to Khepri. "I understand if you don't have an answer, but do you know anything about a group who call themselves the Little Whittle Witches?"
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Khepri Goldenfeather
Committed
Roleplay posts: 96
Appearance: Smattered in golden feathers, Khepri glimmers from dawn to dusk. Vast, dark wings, lightening to ivory toward her spine, spread outward above her broad hips, supporting an otherwise petite frame. Black hair, straight as a waterfall, surrounds a round face. She has sharp, dangerous eyes that mimic the time of day, plump lips that tell you what you want to hear, and honey-sweet skin to ease her features. The only interruption to an otherwise heavenly visage is a pair of feet with toes and a heel ending in talons.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2021 19:54:50 GMT -5
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Post by Khepri Goldenfeather on Nov 22, 2021 20:13:17 GMT -5
Khepri drummed her fingers over her lips, contemplating the question. "The name gives me remembrance, but for no reason I can recall. Ah! Perhaps..." She stretched out one wing and dug into the plume of white feathers close to her back. Her lips pursed together as she searched, parting in a small gape once there was a crunch. From the thick down she produced a crumpled length of papyrus. "I found this when I was on the Hi Ko Yanu, the boat I perched on when I was lost in the mists. I cannot read it, but my acquaintance, Kroe, could make out the word 'Whittle.' We thought it might be instructions on how to create things from wood. Alas, even he could not make out the other words. I decided to keep it, but perhaps it was meant for you."
Though not long, the passage was written in such a way that Hævys could read it with ease.
To you who invoked the power of earth:
Beware the eye in the dark, embrace the comfort of your hearth. Enscript your bellows with blessed breath and keep your flame alight. Eeax belae, speak the words and rake the coals, bless your dwelling with sunlit rays.
No sooner did she finish reading would she find that Khepri was long gone. The woman did not like long goodbyes!
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