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 25, 2021 16:14:24 GMT -5
Hævys skims over the note, the content of its message and the context surrounding it thoroughly puzzling her. Obviously it was meant for her, the fact she could read it when the others couldn’t and the allusions to parts of a forge made that quite clear. However, the note simply created more questions than it answered. How did they know of her, presumably even before she had reached the island? Did they know Khepri would meet her here, to give her this note? Who or what is this “eye in the dark”? So many questions asked, very few answered.
She furrows her brow, but puts it out of her mind for now. Even if she were willing to enchant her forge, she did not have one to do so to yet. She raises her gaze back to Khepri. “Thank…”
However, by the time she looked up the bird-lady was gone. “...you.” She finishes saying to the empty air, peering out the door and to the skies above. She would have to find Khepri in the morning, so she could see her off. So far she was the only person Hævys felt even remotely friendly with in the settlement, it would be a shame to miss her departure. With a sigh, Hævys returns to her bedside stand, setting this note next to the other and putting the unlit candle over them, so no stray breeze could knock them away even if it did make it through the tent. Then, she takes her uneven stride back out the front opening of her tent, taking the time to get that walk she was thinking of taking earlier.
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Jul 27, 2022 23:49:56 GMT -5
Sometime in the middle of summer...
It was just before dawn when the visitor shadowed the entrance to Hævis’ tent. What a strange silhouette they cast, too slender for their height, though their height was nothing significant at all. Two growths spilled forth from their head, curling about where their ears should be, and a string ending with a tuft swung back and forth behind them.
A boyish voice, silky and filled with mischief, rang out from the shadow.
“I was told the blacksmith needed assistance.”
The thump of a heavy heel sounded out between them. With the snap of a finger, a flame ignited a lamp in their grip, revealing the same milky-eyed stare that was common in Maribel’s children. The difference was that this one had horns and ruddy skin. They were dressed in worn leathers, scorched here and there, blackened with soot.
The demon smiled, but there was no comfort in it. No joy.
“Damianos,” they warbled, bowing deeply. “At your service.”
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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 Jul 28, 2022 20:35:50 GMT -5
As the sun was just threatening to break over the horizon, Hævys was on a return trip to her tent, tired after another restless night.
She had gone for a walk along the side of the lake. Ever since she went there to blow off steam after the fight with Vasco and Csilla, it had become her favorite place to escape whenever something was ailing her. Not only was the view and walk quite nice, but there were semi-precious stones that could be found just along the shore, like the one she carried in her hand now. While it was hard to tell in the low light, she believed it was some sort of red jasper. Hopefully, it was a sign of good luck. At the very least the search gave her time to sort through her thoughts.
It was nightmares. Never an uncommon occurrence in her life, but even more prevalent in recent weeks. Midnight images of the world withering away, stripped of magic. The sight of hundreds branded with her mistakes. But among the visions of her past were those of the present as well. Mists coming once more, drowning her and everyone else like water. Once there was even a nightmare about the Endwaters coming once more, to swallow up those it missed on the first run through.
But perhaps the most frequent one now was a puppet master. Reeds dancing atop her fingers. The puppets varied. Sometimes they were little dolls, like children. Sometimes, they looked like Csilla, or other townsfolk. Tonight, it was her.
After she’d woken up, she couldn’t fall back asleep So to the lakeshore she went. And now here she returned, only to see an odd figure standing at the opening of her tent. The first thought that jumped to mind was the figure that had led her to this settlement to begin with, but she quickly dismissed that idea. She couldn’t tell who this was, but she was fairly certain this wasn’t them.
As she limped closer their appearance would begin to take more shape in the moonlight. Almost deathly thin, with what seemed to be horns like a ram. Her initial thought was that a demon had come for her, to punish her for what she’d done, but she pushed it away. Demons were nothing but an old tale told to children to keep them from wandering into the desert. Besides, their tail was tipped with a tuft, not a spade. The descriptions were very clear on having spade tails. This must just be some ram person(if bird people existed, it wasn’t so far-fetched.)
“Assume you’re one of Maribel’s?” She asked, her suspicions all but confirmed upon seeing his eyes in the lantern light. Just as blank as the others. Just as unnerving. Not helped by the smile. “Startin’ to think she wouldn’t follow through on her word. Glad to see those thoughts were wrong.” She watches him as he bows, raising an eyebrow. “Hævys. Bladesmith. What’re the plans?”
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Aug 1, 2022 17:35:09 GMT -5
Damianos’ lips trembled as he held back what appeared to be a laugh. “Your guess is correct. I do not believe any of the other residents of the old camp had the strength or the gusto to give you assistance.” He turned to look at the makeshift forge, but it could barely be called that. “Mother does not forget her promises, though a few other things took precedence in making the camp safe. You understand.”
It was a statement, not a question.
“We shall begin by constructing a better environment for your work. A tent is hardly a proper place to stoke flames. Thankfully, it is farther away from the others and we will not have to relocate. Do you agree, Goodwoman?”
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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 Aug 11, 2022 19:25:49 GMT -5
Hævys squinted at Damianos, having trouble believing him. No one else with the strength? This child looked like they could barely lift a quill, let alone some of the equipment to make a forge, but she let it go. At the very least, watching him struggle with it could be fun, at least for a while.
“Course.” She agreed. “Who knows what could be lurking out there.”
Her gaze turned to the tent as well. “Location’s fine I’d say. Not in the way, but not far out of the way either. Case people need to come in for anything.”
She pauses and ponders as she walks unevenly towards the corner of the tent, as if trying to get a better angle on it. “I’ve a few suggestions for layout, but mostly I’ll be fine with whatever gets it done.”
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Oct 7, 2022 20:42:54 GMT -5
This pleased the horned thrall. "Very well," he affirmed, gesturing in the direction of the lake. "Keyanna," he called out, loudly and calmly. "Jasper."
From the mist gathering lakeside, on the other side of the tents, the creak and roll of wheels reached their ears. Eventually, two children that were easily recognizable as Maribel's tumbled to the entrance, one at the front of an old, beat-up wagon, the other in the back.
It was filled with clay, still dripping from digging it up. "It will take much longer to cut stone, especially since large enough pieces are so far away. I thought, perhaps, that clay would be a good substitute. It is also abundant." Damianos raised a brow and gave Haevis a smirk. "If this is adequate, you can begin with your instruction. Maribel has been generous, giving you three thralls. She must be eager to see your 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 Oct 13, 2022 15:58:34 GMT -5
There was that word again, back to send a shiver down her spine. Thrall. It was bad enough to hear Vasco refer to them as such, but to hear them refer to themselves not as her children but as her thralls made Hævys’ blood run cold.
“Real generous.” She echoed. “I’m eager to get back to it.”
Hævys glanced over at the clay. “It’ll do. Gotta get the tent outta the way before we start though.” As she said that, she remembered some of the things inside the tent. The notes. She still wasn’t sure entirely what they were about, or who those supposed witches that sent them were, but one thing she was sure of was that she wanted Maribel to know as little about her having them as possible, and she could just tell the little children would go singing to mom if they found them. “Lemme get my things out, then we’ll tear it down and start with the furnace. We’ll go from there.” She quickly limped into the tent, gathering up her apron and stuffing the notes in the pocket in front before going to gather the rest of her belongings. “Come on in.” She called to the children. “We’ll move everything out before we take down the walls.”
As they worked on moving things, Hævys decided it would be a good time to talk more to the children, specifically the one that seemed to be in charge, this Damianos. Maybe she could get a little information out of him. “So,” She began, not taking her eyes off of what she was doing. “Mom seems like a real nice lady, taking in so many kids. Where’d she happen on y’all anyhow?”
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Oct 13, 2022 23:03:45 GMT -5
The children waited as patiently and silently as Hævys would come to expect. They did that often, perched and staring like carrion birds, waiting to descend. The blacksmith's words gave them life to spring forth so they could carry out their duties, almost as though it was a compulsion.
Even as he worked, Hævys' question piqued the elder thrall's attention. He looked up and rose a thick brow. "You wish to know of us and the savior? How she plucked us from our uniquely miserable circumstances?" And he smiled. "There were hundreds of us, once. Now there are twenty. Where should I start?"
As he lifted a chest without strain, he looked to his left, at the small girl child. "Keyanna was to be sacrificed after they killed her original mother on a witch hunt. Her village wished to appease some god. Matriarch Maribel scooped her up and vanished into the night. They cut into her skin with archaic runes, but mother painted over them with roses." The child pulled down her sleeve, revealing scarlet tattoos connected with bright green briars. "No one will be able to touch her skin without coming to harm ever again."
Damianos nodded to Jasper. "Riddled with sickness, his parents buried him alive, trying to escape the spread of the malady. Now, it is they who slumber under the dirt, thanks to mother. Jasper also has an affinity for fitting into tight spaces."
As they passed a puddle, Damianos glanced at himself. "I was a half-child. My original mother consorted with demons. She tried to give me to them when my horns grew in. I begged not to go, but she paid me no mind. Apparently, I was the price she paid for mountains of gold and riches. The Matriarch slaughtered her and snuffed out the summoning circle. Now, I am here."
He looked at the blacksmith at the corner of his eye.
"Do you wish to hear more?"
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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 Oct 16, 2022 22:35:49 GMT -5
The surprise in Hævys’ eyes as she watched Damianos lift the chest would quickly give way to pity as she heard him recount their troubles. Each already a lifetime of strife, even so young, only to fall into another nightmare situation. She looked around at the three children. Her eyes lingered a moment longer on Keyanna, on the tattoos that hid the arcane markings. She wasn’t sure what to say. What could she say?
“Kids’ve had a rough go, huh?” She was finally able to muster, turning her attention back to the chair she was slowly moving. “Have my condolences. And sorry to hear about your siblings.”
As she finally got the chair outside, Hævys took a moment to pause, cursing her limited movement before going in for the second one. “Your mom saved each of you herself? With hundreds of you one’s gotta wonder what kinda luck she’d have to’ve had to find all y’all. What kinda strength she’s got to’ve been able to save y’all, too.”
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Oct 28, 2022 1:17:21 GMT -5
"Oh, Goodwoman, the destitute are not few, nor are they far between. Look at this little village after the mist swept through. Before then, how many were displaced after the flood? And even before that, starvation, sickness, greed... they poisoned the world with no mercy, yes?" Damianos continued to load several things at a time, going for the largest and heaviest of them. "That was how the first of us was found: little Huey. His parents had a few too many, and couldn't feed every mouth, so they cast him out. He was skin and bones when Maribel found him on her travels. He never went hungry again."
With another sack loaded onto the wagon, the tiefling dusted off his hands. "And she has had many, many years to collect her brood. Because of her, we have been able to relive our childhoods for as long as we want, away from what made us broken in the first place. She finds a place for everyone, even little Theophania, who sees things others cannot. Her family thought her a lunatic and chased her off to a church, where they tried to exorcise her. They did egregious things to the child."
Damianos looked Haevis in the eye, and a small little grin came to his face.
"Mother saves us, Goodwoman. She continues to do so."
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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 6, 2022 18:22:56 GMT -5
Hævys remembered Huey. He was that one she’d led around the evening when the mists swept through. He was the first? But he was so young. The smith assumed that if Maribel had “many, many years” to find these children in, at least the first of them would have grown older than him.
Then Damianos said it, and she felt her heart sink to her stomach.
To relive childhood as long as they wanted to. As long as she wanted them to. Suddenly it clicked, how Huey was still so young and yet was the first of the children. Whatever that woman did to them left them forever young. Forever dependent on her. Hævys shuddered.
“Good to hear she got you kids out of those bad situations.” She said. “Way she treats y’all…says a lot ‘bout her character.”
It took all she had to make that sound like a compliment.
Hævys tried to bend down to pull a stake from the tent, but a sharp pain running through her leg prevented her from reaching it. She tried once more to the same results before sighing. “Kids got those?” She asked, standing up straight and cracking her back. “Can’t bed that far with my leg.”
The blacksmith went silent for a moment, trying to decide what her next question should be. Being so indirect was an absolute chore, but she felt she had no choice. Asking directly may come across more…hostile than was safe. She thought she was done with these dances when she was kicked from court, and yet here she was. She decided to change directions. She had to stew on what she’d heard already before she kept going down that road.
“How ‘bout Prettyboy? …Uh, Vazcó. What about Vazcó? He like you, too? Adopted, I mean.”
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Dec 8, 2022 20:03:17 GMT -5
The request hardly left Hævys' lips before one of the children was upon the stake, pulling it out with relative ease. Damianos beamed. "Some are afraid of mother, but there has never been a good reason for it. So long as loyalty is guaranteed, so is your safety. Mother loves people, you know. All people." He glanced at the blacksmith's leg, raising a brow. "Perhaps we will ask the local apothecary for some salves or tinctures for your leg? To soothe the pain for a while."
As they continued to clean, the tent already looking barren, Damianos continued answering all of Hævys' questions. "Vasco? Oh, no, no. He is far different than all of us, as he is Maribel's true son, born from her own flesh. Mother dear thought she was barren, but one day a mystery man wooed her and took her to bed. Several weeks later morning sickness took her, and she knew then he was something special. To this day, she has not been able to find the man, but it is a rather intriguing story, yes?"
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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 Dec 9, 2022 23:45:14 GMT -5
Hævys took a step back, almost as unnerved by their speed as she was by Damianos’ words. Was that supposed to sound like a reassurance? Because to her, it sounded much more like a veiled threat. A warning to ‘stay in line, or else.’
As conversation moved on, Hævys shook her head. “Nah, no need. Pain isn’t all that bad anymore anyways, ‘less I move wrong. Mostly just makes moving around a chore. Besides.” She reached down to brush the wound, hesitating near it. For just a moment, her mind seemed somewhere else. “Gotta learn to live with it.”
She put the thought out of her mind, focusing back to the task at hand. “Alright, time to take the tent up, then we’ll start on the forge.” As she finished saying that, she continued to listen to Damianos recount the details of his family. “I see.” She responded, taking out one of the tent’s supports. “Real intriguing. Must’ve been hard for her to raise him all on her lonesome, even before y’all came ‘round for her to take care of too.”
While it wasn’t much, it at least explained to her why Vasco didn’t seem nearly as…awed by his mother as the other children were. Whatever she did to them, she didn’t seem to do to him. No, his unnerving qualities seemed to be all his own. But that was a problem for another time. Something still seemed off about Maribel, something not quite explained by the child. Obviously, she was some kind of magic, locking the children in youth and obedience, but the nature of it seemed much darker than anything she’d experienced. Unnatural, even. Something about it all seemed slightly familiar, like a story she’d been told in court, but she couldn’t quite pin down what that was, and that frustrated her.
The blacksmith sighed. While at least this time the questions answered were outweighing the new ones asked, the remaining mysteries were by far the most vexing to her, and the answers were far from comforting ones. At this point though, she couldn’t think of what else she could ask without showing her hand. She’d just have to stew on the information while they worked. Something about this all rang a bell. If only she could remember why…
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Post by Huey and the Thralls on Dec 27, 2022 0:21:09 GMT -5
"I believe Mother could think of nothing more joyful than being surrounded by her children, even if things became difficult. There have always been other family members as well; various aunts and uncles, cousins, and so on. I do believe we will be seeing some of them very soon," continued Damianos, another small smile touching his lips.
To the blacksmith's orders, two of the children moved to the tent stakes and began to loosen them while Damianos grabbed the poles. He glanced at Hævys for a moment, pursing his lips. "What of you, Goodwoman? Who was your family?"
There was genuine curiosity in his eyes, and briefly his expression appeared to soften. He never lost his impish edge, but the tone did shift suddenly.
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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 Jan 3, 2023 14:47:01 GMT -5
Hævys was silent for a moment, letting the question hang in the air. She looked down. After all of her interrogation it’s a question she’d expected, but she hadn’t really thought about the answer she’d give.
“...It’s complicated.” She would finally respond, helping to fold up the tent’s cloth while she spoke. “Ma and Da were both fine enough, but it’d been years since we talked. Didn’t really…end things on a good note with them. They were my only family. Da taught me a lot of what I know for smithing, but when I said I was leaving to learn more from others…didn’t take it well, I guess.” She was silent again. “Last I talked to him. Ma too, she stayed behind him. Lot different from your family, huh?”
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