[Sword And Plowshares] Working the Forge [Open]

[Landeril Shieldus]

The Isur stood around the forge within the Sword and Plowshares smithy, his hand lifting the smooth hammer that was loaned to him by the Master of the shop. He slowly brought it down on a piece of metal, letting it strike an angle he desired. He was working hard on the dagger, a new display piece for the shop, even as his dark eyes traced the line of the metal.

His arm tensed, the green-tinted arm coming back up. He could hardly believe he had found such a good job here in the city. It was a good work, work that Lord Izurdin could be proud of, that an Isur could be proud of. Now, he worked for Master Jerzy, a smith who spoke the Isurian tongue, which Lan thought much less confusing then common.

Lan slowly dipped the heated blade into the water nearby, tempering it even as he turned to place it on the shelf. He had done nearly as much work as he could on it. All that was left was a few designs, but that could wait until he had Jerzy's approval.

[Veldrys]

The Symenestra knelt in the Chapel, in front of the altar, dressed in a blood red silk robe. There was a dagger in his hand. As he raised it slightly, it shimmered silver in the light of the candles he had placed around himself. He hesitated for just one moment, and then he slid the dagger across his palm. A few red drops fell from his pale, white hand, onto the altar. As he watched the drops disappear, he said a prayer in Symenos, his native language. As far as he was concerned there was no other language that was better suited for a prayer to the blood god.

Once he had finished the prayer, he closed his eyes and just continued to kneel there for a few moments, thinking about his god, about all the things that had happened in Denval recently, about the prophecy he had been given. He wished that Viratas would give him a sign, any sign that he was doing the right thing, that he was on the right track, but of course the god remained silent. Still, it seemed to Veldrys as if he could feel him. The knowledge that his god was somewhere out there, watching him, even though he didn’t answer, was at least a small comfort.

Finally he rose to his feet again and cleaned the dagger with a piece of cloth. The blade had become a little dull recently. He had used the dagger nearly every day. He would have to find a blacksmith who could give him something to sharpen it or maybe buy a new dagger altogether. He had heard of an Isur recently, Landeril, who had begun to work at the forge. Maybe he would be able to help him. Besides that, it would be interesting to find out in which way he was different from Vanos, the only other Isur he had ever met.

He extinguished the candles and put them away, and then he made his way to the forge. He didn’t adress Landeril right away though, but watched him work for a while. Finally, as Landeril placed the finished blade onto the shelf, he raised his voice.

„Master Landeril?“ he asked. „I was wondering if you could make something for me. Do you have time?“

If the Isur turned around, he would see a Symenestra standing there, tall and pale, as they all were, with silver hair and bright amethyst eyes. He had likely already heard of him. There was only one man like him in all of Denval, only one Symenestra that had been marked by Viratas.

[Landeril Shieldus]

The Isur nods as he turned around "Well well. A Symenestra." He stated, his voice gruff as he nods, seeking around, his eyes looking for Jerzy "Well me boss isn't here at the moment, what do you need made then?" He asked, his green tinted arm placing the hammer down.

He was medium built, like most of his people, his dark hair falling before his eyes. His skin was lightly tinted blue, his silver veins running along his skin. It was his left arm that truly gave him away, with its green tint, marking him a coglias. "I suppose you have work then?" He asked, as he waited, his eyes dark, like gemstones from the earth, glittering at the prospect of work beyond repair, at the idea of creating. The emerald colored arm came up, his fingers brushing back his short cropped hair as he waited, settling back on his heels.

[Veldrys]

„A Symenestra, yes“, Veldrys confirmed. He didn’t try to justify his presence in Denval – even though Landeril hadn’t asked for any form of justification - nor did he try to immediately prove that he was different from the Symenestra that Landeril might have heard of. He wasn’t like that.

Instead he simply nodded and gave the shorter man a small smile. „You are very observant, Master Landeril.“

He stepped further into the forge and took a look around. He had never been in a place like this before. There had been few blacksmiths in Kalinor, and none of them had been like Landeril.

„I need a dagger made“, he replied and showed the Isur his old dagger. „Like this one, a fairly small dagger with a sharp blade.“ He decided not to reveal that the dagger would be used in rituals to honor the blood god. Being an Isur, Landeril probably had a different view of Viratas than the people of Denval and would be bothered by the thought of people cutting themselves and sacrificing blood.

„Do you think you can make one for me?“ He arched an eyebrow. Although the Symenestra spoke Common fluently, he had a noticeable accent that betrayed the fact that it was not his native language. „I’ll pay of course.“

As he waited for Landeril’s reply, he looked at the Isur more closely, especially at his one green arm. If he remembered correctly, Vanos‘ arm had been a different color. Why did some Isur have green arms and others blue or grey arms? Were there different kinds of Isur, different tribes? Did the color of their arms have a special meaning?

Maybe he would ask Landeril about it once they were finished with their business.

[Landeril Shieldus]

His eyes watched the male, as he lifted his arm, "I'll make it." He stated, shrugging as he looked back at the dagger in the males hands. He nods, taking it up as he chuckles, "It will take me a few hours to finish the blade itself. But, the hilt and workings shouldn't take much longer." He stated.

He turned towards the forge, lifting a bar of steel, already in the process of being made into a dagger, and thrusting it into the hot coals. He heated the forge then with a few puffs from a fan nearby, causing it to glow red-hot as he looks back at the Symenestra, "You may wish to back up, friend. It gets hot here." The Isurian accent was thick on his tongue as he spoke, warning the male of the heat even as he reached in with his left arm and withdrew the heated bar.

[Cryos Bladebane]

The Isur had not been away from his family for long, having just recently left them when turning 68, and wanting to forge his way into the world. Looking about the city of Denvel as though he had just seen it for the first time, even though he had lived there all of his life, the sultros clan member, made his way forwards into it, the distinctive deep red hue of his left arm giving away that he was one of Izurdin's marked, an Isur worthy of praise that stood out among normal blacksmiths as one that was able to craft and was notably decent at it, making various blacksmithing projects, and even though he was only a beginner, was getting better at weaponsmithing, armoring, and metalsmithing. But today was different, today he was an individual Isur, looking for work, to get his hands on a hammer and forge, so as to be able to craft something decent.

Making his way into the forge, he stopped briefly, as he saw another Isur, easily identifiable by the green hued arm and natural stature, not to mention he had just picked up a fiery hot piece of metal out of the forge, and was preparing to start to craft it. Watching from behind, he didn't recognize the Isur, or this other being that was standing before them, and it seemed they were both speaking in common, a language he was only basic in, and had a rudimentary knowledge of. Being of the Sultros clan, he looked carefully at the other Isur, and didn't speak at all, merely watched the Isur work upon the dagger, his emerald hued eyes never leaving the hammer that would be pounding the metal soon enough...

[Landeril Shieldus]

The deep gemstone eyes blinked as he felt eyes upon him, his gaze flickering back to the other Isur, then to his arm. A Sultros, Lan wondered, shaking his head as he placed the work in progress into the forge. He turned around, looking the other Isur male in the eyes as he spoke in fluent Isurian, "What Can I help you with brother?" The Smith stated, as he nods to Veldrys.

"I'll have your dagger done soon, let me see what the stranger wants." The Male stated, lifting his emerald tinted arm towards the other Isur. The emerald tint marked him a member of the Coglias Clan, as well as the Gnosis Mark on his arm marking him a chosen of Izurdin. So now, he turned to await the words of his brother, the heat at his back now as his black hair fell against his neck.

[Cryos Bladebane]

Not smiling, never smiling, as he never did, but neither frowning either, he had almost a blank look upon his face, no emotions registering whatsoever when his fellow Isur spoke to him. His demeanor was cold, but that didn't mean he didn't care. It was just how he happened to be. Cryos looked towards the brother Isur, and then said merely, "Work. I am looking for work of some sort, I have experience in blacksmithing, weaponsmithing, armory, and metalsmithing..." It was true, he had learned the basics in a variety of crafts, probably why Izurdin had chosen him as one of his marked as well, the mark on his upper left arm, the one deeply hued red.

"I don't necessarily require payment for my work, I'm just looking to do something with myself," he then said simply, his emerald hued eyes looking towards the fellow Isur, as he spoke with a thick Isurian accent, in their native language. He didn't speak much common, so would refrain from even trying to conversate with the strange humanoid that was also within the forge. He was wary of him, and didn't like the way his amethyst eyes looked, they looked almost, unnatural to him, and he didn't like it one bit, compared to the warmth he could feel coming from the Isur, he nearly despised the one he was with. But he knew, if the creature was providing work for the Isur, one couldn't really despise it, so he awaited a response from the brother Isur, a fellow marked by Izurdin himself as well...

[Landeril Shieldus]

He nods as he turned back to the forge, speaking in low Isurian "You'd have to see Jerzy to find work in the forge. I am just a smith here. I can give you minor work to help me but other then that, not much I can do for ya.". The Sapphire eyes of the Isur went to the heated blade, lifting it out again, before lifting the hammer nearby. The hammer would cause the blade to ring as it struck, slowly flattening the edge of the iron, as he looked up at Veldrys "You are quiet friend." He spoke in common.

The Isur's left hand came down again, striking the final blow for that edge as he dipped it into the water, the rushing steam doing little to bother him save to cause him to blink. He shook his head as he took up the blade, and placed it back into the forge, applying more heat so that he could shape the other side of the blade, even as he spoke Isurian to the stranger. "What is your name, brother? I am Landeril, of Coglias."

[Cryos Bladebane]

"Minor work is better than no work, I can speak with the master smith later if that's fine with you," said the Sultros Isurian as he looked towards the man of the Coglias clan. Landeril. Not a name he had heard before, but then again, he never really got out much in Denvil during his time here as a child, and he usually just worked with his father and his siblings, learning the basics of blacksmithing and other sorts of crafting. "I am Cryos Bladebane, of the Sultros clan," he said, isurian thick accent with his hand motioning towards his left arm, which was a dark hue of red, nearly bloodlike, but lit up a bit in the light of the forge, much more vibrant than it normally looked.

Turning his head towards the creature of whom he did not know what it was, he winced briefly, and then turned his head back towards Landeril and said in isurian, "Who is that? Customer? Friend? I've never seen one of his kind before..." He was honest about it, and wasn't going to hide the fact that he hadn't seen a creature quite like him with amethyst eyes before, those eyes, they made him nervous, and he didn't want to do anything to cross the man as he had no combat experience whatsoever, his main experience was in the forge, and it's usage...