Closed [The Ironworks] Request for Armor (Claudia)

[Terag]

52nd of Spring, 515 AV

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Truly it was music to his ears. The sound of hammering metal could be heard down the street, but Terag was instead among the origin of the sounds. Today he had chosen to spend his time at The Ironworks. This was where he wanted to be, where he felt that he belonged for the time being. He wasn't working but he had managed to convince a smith to let him borrow the use of an avil and several tools to work with. The sheer size of it still amazed him, being here reminded him of home.

Ting-ting-ting. Ting-ting-ting.

The rhythmic tapping of hammers against steel caused a slow smile to creep across his face as the Isurian set to work. Unfortunately, all he could work with currently were the larger scraps that were shaved off from other projects around him. First he made sure his shirt and backpack were safe from stray sparks, both of which were laying against the far side of a tool rack. He reached over with his right, grabbing a decent sized hammer and set it through a loop in his pants for easy access. His left hand reached straight into the furnace, the flame inside gleaming off of his onyx arm as he pulled his heated metal and placed it atop his anvil.

At first it looked like a pile of red-hot iron scraps, though it wouldn't keep that shape for much longer. With the power of his arm he set about crushing the metal together in the same manner one would with several lumps of wet clay. As he worked he reached for a pair of tongs from the tool rack to allow his right hand to be of use and hold the metal in place as he used his other hand to work it first into a vague sphere and then into a rather rough cube. Unlike the rest of the forge his work was much quieter, no loud clangs from a hammer just yet. After quite a few chimes of work, Terag picked up the hunk of metal and placed it back into the open mouth of the forge to allow the metal to heat up once more.

"There's so much I can do with this arm, isn't there?", he half mumbled to himself as he looked over his black arm. "I guess they were right when I was told I won't be able to make anything beautiful with it, but I can use it." Terag couldn't help but smile again as he thought about it a bit more. It must have been fate he was born an Isurian, and if given the choice he would choose it time and time again.

[Claudia Blackwood]

The day was young, and this spring morning was no different from any other. The rays of the sun spread across the city as always, covering the inhabitants in a warm envelope of morning sunshine. This day may seem to different to others, but for Claudia, it was something special altogether. Just a few days ago, she was still a squire in the Syliran Order, but now she was free, no longer attached to the order in any form. She was looking to take up a job as a mercenary, but one can't perform with any armour or sorts.

She had returned her order-loaned gear back to the quartermaster, and was now without any armour once again. All she had were the weapons she had before, and the clothing to her name. But she had no desire to use the long sword anymore. She wanted to start afresh, and what better way than a change of weapon and new armour? By the time she woke, it was mid-morning, sleeping in this day. Sleeping in felt good, a luxury she couldn't afford when she was still a squire. Trainings were conducted early, and so were breakfast. The order waited for no-one and if you woke up late, you would go without food, but still expected to follow through with the training that came afterwards.

Pushing back her blanket, she hopped out of bed, washed up with a towel and bucket of water, and promptly got dressed in the same worn clothing she always wore. Her family wasn't rich by any means, and the only clothing she owned had been worn by her for several years, growing old and tight in most places. The colour had faded, and was no longer as bright as it was once was, but it was still somewhat comfortable to wear, so she made do. She decided to pay a visit to the Iron Works. What she had in mind was to ask if any of her father's colleagues could help to craft her a new weapon, and some armour to go along with it. She wasn't expecting it to be free, of course.

She still had some Mizas to pay with, but these were also dwindling, and she need them if she was going to be able to find any job at all as a mercenary. She was rather familiar with the Iron Works as it was where her father worked. In her youth, she would often come down to the forge to work, and the owner, Ros Vizerian has always been happy to see her, and had never failed to be friendly to her. She can remember being quite taken aback, as he was one of the friendliest Isur she can ever met. She walked through the busy streets of Syliras, finally approaching the forge in the Winthrop Alley, out of the confines of the Stormhold Castle.

She could feel the familiar heat, and the cacophony of harsh sounds of the forge at work. Sounds of metal striking metal, hammer hitting anvil, the huge billows blowing away as the smith worked the clutch. Yells could be heard over the din, as smiths passed out orders to the forge-hands, and directions to other helpers. Getting up to the forge, she entered and looked around for her dad. After several chimes of looking around, and greeting the regulars who recognised her, she realised that it was his day off. She chuckled as she mocked herself for her foolishness. Amidst the sound of Clangs and Tings, she chanced upon the sight of new stranger.

She had no seen this person before. Maybe he was a new hire at the forge? He was an Isur, and no doubt a smith. He was taller than most of the Isurians she had ever seen, but he was still recognisable as well, by his black arm, a signature that most of the Isur had. He was muscular and well built, and his kind had a slight tinge of blue towards it. She could see how the long hours of the forge have benefited his body, carving muscles into flesh. His hair was kept short and messy, no doubt dirtied with soot and other dirt from working away at the forge. It was a dark shade of blue and complemented his lightly blue skin nicely. The feature that was unusual was that this Isur had a goatee on his face. Most of his kind were not known to keep facial hair. She walked up close to him, and said "Hi, I've never seen you before, are you new here?"

[Terag]

While the iron heated he started to think again about his new life and how things were going. For now he had settled down, and before long he could become a regular here and learn who knows how much. Especially at a forge of this size, he was bound to learn something new. The prospect excited him a bit, as the thought of learning something new to make often did for him. He only wished he had remembered to get a journal or something else to write in and record what he might not be able to remember. "Perhaps I could use the iron to make a sheet to write on..." he mumbled to himself, momentarily forgetting that he couldn't write on it with his nail unless the metal was heated. "Hi, I've never seen you before, are you new here?" Terag had been lost in thought when a voice cut through and brought him back to reality and caused his smile to fade. "Oh, yes. I'm almost as new as they get. I'm fr-", he cut himself off mid-sentence when he realized he had begun to respond in Isurian rather than common. He looked at her and furrowed his brow for a moment before trying again slowly so he wouldn't stumble over his words and speak in the right language. "Yes. I'm new here, pleasure to meet you. My name is Terag, what is yours?" After finally responding correctly he reached out with his right hand, after he attempted to wipe any soot and dirt off of it onto his pants, in attempt to shake hers as a greeting. It was now that he finally looked her over in detail, letting his dark green eyes do what they were meant for. She was human, though that came as no surprise in this city. Her was tanned, likely from long hours in the sun. Her features were softer than what Terag was used to seeing, but it wasn't unpleasant. Her hair fell long around her face and lower and its color reminded him of a few of the different hues that copper and bronze could be found in. Much of her seemed strange and foreign to him. Even her height caught him off-guard since to him she seemed rather tall, standing at a full four inches taller than him he had to be sure to look up to meet her eyes. He did his best to keep his eyes looking at hers or at her face, though couldn't help looking her over just once to notice the curves that weren't very well hidden behind her clothes. She seemed softer than the women Terag had grown up around, but it was pleasant. Humans might not be as good as the Isur, he figured, but perhaps they weren't as bad as he had originally thought. Whether she shook his hand or not he would turn to the forge again, reaching inside with his left hand once more to retrieve his hunk of metal and set it atop the face of the anvil. Terag pulled the tongs from one of the loops in his pants so he could grip the metal with them before he set about his work again with his left hand, flattening the metal against the anvil and stretching it out to form a thick sheet of iron about half the size of a sheet of paper. As he worked he looked up at her once more, "So miss, what brings you here today? Are you a smith too?" The question was more just to fill the silence than an attempt to break from the norm of his people. Perhaps he could try to be friendly to the other races of the world, but he'd rather know why she was here first. You could never be too careful afterall.

[Claudia Blackwood]

Her gaze rested on the sight of the man as she awaited his reply. He seemed to be fully focused on his work, and she thought that he may not have heard her, and she was about to repeat her question, when his hammer stopped hitting the anvil, and he spoke. The words he spoke were none that she knew or recognised, but she guessed that he must have been speaking in Isurian, being an Isur. She looked blankly at him, trying to see if there was any way at all she could decipher what he was trying to say.

But it was to no avail, she knew nothing. He seemed to have caught on mid-sentence though, as he stopped abruptly. He turned to look at her this time, furrowing his brows for a moment, taking a short pause before resuming again, this time in the right language, common. "Yes. I'm new here, pleasure to meet you. My name is Terag, what is yours?" He attempted to wipe the dirt and soot off his right hand before reaching out just after he finished talking. This time she could understand him perfectly, and returned his offer of a handshake, ignoring whatever grime he might have on his hand.

She promptly replied with a introduction of her own. "Oh, that was what I thought. I've been here alot, and I recognise most of the faces here. I don't remember seeing you around before, so I figured you must be new. And an Isur as well, definitely not missing you out. My name is Claudia, it's very nice to meet you Terag!" She flashed him one of her beautiful smiles emphasising her delight on meeting someone new. His grip was firm and unwavering, his big hands enveloping her slimmer, smaller ones. His skin was also noticeably rougher, probably from long hours of work at the forge. As he withdrew his hands, she did too, noticing a soot stain mark on her palm, which she simply brushed off.

She noticed his eyes roaming through her figure but that was a common reaction, and an attention she well enjoyed. Terag turned back to the forge, and he went back to work. She watched as he retrieved a piece of metal using the pair of tongs he had in his hand. He then went about flattening the metal into a thick sheet before speaking again once more. "So miss, what brings you here today? Are you a smith too?"

She happily answered him. "No, I'm not a smith by any means, though I do know my way around the Iron Works. I've spent plenty of time here in my youth, helping around, but I know nothing much about smithing really." Claudia lifted a finger to brush away a stray lock of hair that had fallen down to her face, before giving him a brief smile as she continued "I'm here to actually look for someone to craft me a suit of custom-fitted armour" Folding her arms together, she elaborated on what she wanted from him. “Now that I'm no longer a squire, I am without armour. I'm looking to take up a new job as a mercenary, and so I'll need a suit of lamellar armour custom-crafted to fit my measurements. Feel free to take my measurements whenever you need to." She then continued rambling on "The reason I chose this type of armour was because that was the type my father used when he was still adventuring as a mercenary..." Claudia was rattling on again, without any thought of whether Terag cared for her reason of choosing or not. She had a bad habit of doing that, as happens to get too passionate about she talked about.

[Terag]

"Oh, that was what I thought. I've been here alot, and I recognise most of the faces here. I don't remember seeing you around before, so I figured you must be new. And an Isur as well, definitely not missing you out. My name is Claudia, it's very nice to meet you Terag!" Her smile was met with his lack of one. He did his best not to seem to be unfriendly, as his people usually seemed to be, but habits passed on through generations are not the easiest to break. At the very least he managed to at least seem warm enough for her to keep talking to him, and that was a start. Now he noticed not only that her hand was smaller than his, but softer as well. "No, I'm not a smith by any means, though I do know my way around the Iron Works. ... The reason I chose this type of armour was because that was the type my father used when he was still adventuring as a mercenary..." While she rattled on Terag kindly waited, allowing her to say her piece before he took a few moments to string his own words. The now slightly flatter iron sheet was replaced into the furnace before he spoke to her once more. "Armor is definitely a good thing to have when becoming a mercenary, miss Claudia. You said lamellar correct? I should have no issue with that." Terag made an attempt at a smile, though it still felt a bit awkward on his face. It was definitely stranger interacting with humans, they seemed to smile quite a bit. After pulling out a rather long ruler and a stray strip of leather from the tool rack he looked around once more. "Paper... paper... need to write on something." he mumbled to himself again in Isurian as he rummaged around before scratching his goatee lightly in thought. He walked off for a brief moment, returning now with a stray piece of paper and a writing utensil in his hand. "Come here now, let me record your measurements." The paper was set on face of the anvil before he walked around to her. With practiced yet slightly unsteady hands he set about measuring her body and let his eyes finally freely wander. Shoulder width, size of her neck, chest, bust, waist, everything was written down on the paper as he first compared her length against the strip of leather and then the strip of leather against the ruler. To him the runes on the paper made sense, as he labeled each measurement in the runes of his people, rather than the characters in common. As he measured he again noticed her softness, not just in her hands but in all of her. At least compared to the many Isurian females he had grown up around. For now he tried to cast the thought from his head, he had to be professional. "What metal would you like? And do you have any sort of specifications for the armor itself you would like, or just a normal and good set of lamellar?" Whatever her answer he would write it down on the paper underneath the measurements and their labels. "And how soon do you need the armor by, miss? Usually the process for making lamellar is a bit lengthy due to the weaving of the leather strips, so I'd recommend at least coming in the day after tomorrow. However, if you need it as early as tomorrow I can be sure to have it finished if needed." This time the small smile that was on his face was genuine, as he was beginning to think about the process of making the armor itself. Nothing was better than making something new, especially if someone was actually going to use it!

[Claudia Blackwood]

The smile she gave him was not returned in kind. Regardless, she still thought him to be friendly enough for Isur already. Most Isurs wouldn’t have even extended the kind of greeting he already given her in the first place. She couldn't well expect him to match up to human standards. She herself was even considered very friendly for human standards. Having told the smith what she had wanted, she now awaited for him to get to work. He replied her with "Armor is definitely a good thing to have when becoming a mercenary, Miss Claudia. You said lamellar correct? I should have no issue with that. She answered "Yes, lamellar armour. That is indeed what I am looking to acquire."

She saw him attempt a smile, but it ended up looking more like a half-smile, which was quite funny the way it looked on his face. He pulled out a long looking ruler as well as a funny looking scrap of leather. She guessed that it would be equipments he would be using to take her measurements. Terag then scrambled to look for something, probably something to write down on. He could be heard mumbling again unintelligibly in a foreign language, possibly the same language he used earlier.

Her guess was correct, as he returned clutching a paper parchment of sorts, scratching down some weird looking symbols onto the material. It looked unlike anything she had seen before, and she figured that it could be characters of the Isurian people. He then beckoned her to him, and he began taking her measurements. His eyes roamed through the entirety of her figure and his hands flew around, the ruler expertly working together with the strip of leather measuring her shoulder width, the size of her neck, chest size as well as her waist. With the measurements all done and noted down, she waited for him as he continued scribbling down what else he needed on the paper parchment. When he was done, he spoke up once more.

"What metal would you like? And do you have any sort of specifications for the armor itself you would like, or just a normal and good set of lamellar?"

Ready for any questions he may have, she replied him immediately. "Bronze will do fine for starters, unless you can manage steel? Specifications? I am looking for a good suit of lamellar that would provide adequate protection yet fits well according to my form." As she spoke, saw him continuing to note down her requests before he prompted her with yet another question, this time about the deadline. "And how soon do you need the armor by, miss? Usually the process for making lamellar is a bit lengthy due to the weaving of the leather strips, so I'd recommend at least coming in the day after tomorrow. However, if you need it as early as tomorrow I can be sure to have it finished if needed."

"I'll need it as soon as you can make it without a drop in the quality. Please do take the time you need to ensure that the item you craft is worthy of Isurian craftsmanship. But, please do not take too long." She saw Terag attempt another smile. This one looked more natural, and she returned him yet one of her own bright smile. "I look forward to seeing what you have in store for me." Claudia truly hope that he would be able to craft her a great suit of armour that she would be able to wear for her new job as a mercenary.

That would be great.

[Terag]

"I'll need it as soon as you can make it without a drop in the quality. Please do take the time you need to ensure that the item you craft is worthy of Isurian craftsmanship. But, please do not take too long." Terag set the leather and ruler down as he thought for a moment, even bringing his right hand up to stroke his goatee gently. He was quiet for a long time before he finally responded, "Then I would suggest the day after tomorrow, so I am not forced to rush your armor. Unfortunately I can only make it in bronze for now, not steel. I will promise you, however, I will give this work my foremost attention and will create it to the best of my abilities. I have all of the measurements that I need, and I will begin promptly. Also, please note that the cost of the armor will come out to 15 gold Mizas." Terag did his best to smile and seem friendly again, and had a slight more success than last time. With a nod he turned and walked off to gather the bronze for her armor. He came back with a bar of bronze, and using his bare left hand he placed the metal into the forge to allow it to heat up. While he waited her replaced the tongs in one of his pant loops into the tool rack again. For a while all he would need was his left hand and the hammer, since he had to make a sheet of metal to cut the lamellae from. As he waited, he used a poker to arrange the coals within the forge to direct the heat towards the metal. When the bronze was hot enough that it had begun to glow, Terag reached in with his bare left hand and grabbed the metal so he could move it onto the anvil. The hammer was pulled from his belt loop and Terag set to work, and he began to softly hum to himself. The heated bar was held in place by his left hand as the hammer was in his right and he began to draw out the metal with repeated hits of the hammer. Again and again the hammer was raised above his head and brought down onto the bronze, which was then moved slightly to its new position so Terag could hammer again. When the metal cooled it was placed into the forge again to heat up and then pulled out so the process could be repeated again. All the while he kept humming, the rest of the world seeming to fade away to him as he became more and more focused on his work. The bronze sheet was placed into the forge again while Terag walked off to grab a long and metal ruler. The now heated sheet was brought out again and set down. Using his right hand to hold the ruler and using his fingernails on his left hand, the sheet was divided into many rectangles. First all four edges of the sheet was marked at regular intervals. Next, Terag used the ruler as a guide and dragged his nail across the entirety of the sheet until the bronze had a grid of rectangles across it. The sheet was yet again set into the fire to warm up slightly as reached and grabbed a pritchel from the tool rack. When the metal was warm enough to punch a hole through, but not too hot as to let the metal bend under its own weight, Terag pulled it from the forge again and set it a top of the anvil. With a deep sigh he set to work yet again on the sheet that he had now put several bells of time into. With a majority of the sheet over the face of the anvil, Terag used the hammer, pritchel, and the pritchel hole in the anvil to begin to punch several holes into every rectangle. Move, align, punch, repeat. Over and over he went, going slow to try to avoid letting his lack of experience compromise his work. Several times he had to place the metal back into the forge for a long moment before continuing his work so he never tried to strike the metal or punch a hole while the metal was too cool, the smith he had worked under while he was younger made sure to drive that point home. "Do not ever strike cold metal, it will only weaken it and make your tool worthless. If you want to work it, it has to be hot. Do not forget." He could practically hear his teacher's voice in his head, and it made him smile and chuckle before he resumed both his humming and his work. He remembered the first time he had tried to keep hammering the metal long after it had cooled, and he was surprised that the metal nearly shattered upon the down swing of the hammer and the metal had to be melted down again and the forging process started over. The remainder of the day was spent cutting the rectangles apart and using a grinding stone to remove the edges from each rectangle. After all, the point of the armor was to protect its user and not cut them just from wearing it. After a good night's rest Terag came in early to resume his work, and took a majority of the next day repeating the same process as he had done the first day. By the end he had enough scales to finally make the entire set of armor to the size of Claudia's body, and so after gathering several long strips of leather he began the process of weaving the scales together. Due to his inexperience with working with the armor, it took Terag a long time to get into the rhythm of weaving the rectangles together. While he was used to cutting shapes out of metal, the weaving was almost completely new to him and he made a mistake in the pattern more than once and then had to spend several long chimes to unweave back to the mistake to start over. Late into the second night Terag was still sitting in a chair with his collection of plates to his side and the armor in his lap. Even when the weaving was done for the different parts of the armor, he was still not done. Another two bells was spent making leather straps for the chest and back to be bound together, to bind the shoulder and upper arm sections together, and then to bind all of the sections there together. At least the straps would allow the armor to be slightly modified if her form changed, and it would make it easier to get in and out of the armor while keeping it on firmly enough to keep the wearer protected. With a contented sigh he put away the finished armor before heading home again to rest once more. At the dawn of the next day he came to The Ironworks and set about cleaning the armor with a wire brush while he awaited the return of Claudia. Wherever he caught he had missed an edge or left on a small chip of metal he would use a file to bring it down to size and keep the edges from being too sharp.

[Claudia Blackwood]

The Isurian smith replied to her confidently about the collection details of her armour. "Then I would suggest the day after tomorrow, so I am not forced to rush your armor. Unfortunately I can only make it in bronze for now, not steel. I will promise you, however, I will give this work my foremost attention and will create it to the best of my abilities. I have all of the measurements that I need, and I will begin promptly." Well, the smith had given her a date, and she had given him everything she needed. There really wasn't anything else that she had to do in the forge, but to leave him to his work. After all, she didn't want to distract or disturb him from his work. She would allow him to give the armour the fullest of his attention, as she did not see a need to affect the quality of the product by distracting him from his craft. With her task here done, she left the forge to carry out other errands, leaving Terag to do what he does best.

The morning of the collection, two days later, Claudia woke up early with a start. It was the day of collection, and she was brimming full of excitement. This may seem like a small thing to others, but to her, it was the first step towards securing her new job. She then returned to the Iron Works, hoping to collect her armour today. To say that she was excited at all, was a mere understatement. She was well on the way to owning her first real piece of armour. It was to be a bronze suit of lamellar, and bronze was generally stronger than wrought iron. Its appearance was also alot prettier than iron as well. It had a brownish-gold look to it which complimented very well with the colour of her hair, because having an impeccable fashion sense in armour was important as well.

She likes looking good whenever she can, and this could be that opportunity. It was still rather early in the morning, and the forge was not as warm or busy as it would be later in the day. Most of the smiths would only come to work later in the morning, and there were only a couple of forge-hands around at the moment, stoking the fires, and getting the giant forges ready for the busy day ahead of them. The enormous billows worked away at the forge, heating up the fires, growing them as they blew. They were too big to operate by hand, and chains link to them via a pulley system which allowed the workers to operate them with ease.

She wandered around the forge, waving to the forge-hands who recognised her and greeting them in return. She then continued looking for where Terag might be. He wasn't at the same area where they had discussed about her armour two days before. Walking around to search for him, she finally found the Isur near a different anvil, sitting at a table polishing and filing a suit of armour. Her face visibly brightened as she realised that the suit of armour he had in his hands was hers. The newly crafted bronze armour shone in the early morning sunlight, polished to perfection by the skilled craftsman. Claudia ambled over to the where Terag set, approaching him with a rather big grin on her face. "Is that my armour, is it ready? Is it done?" If the smith did indeed say that it was done and wearable, she would then proceed to put on the armour, testing it out for herself with much satisfaction.

OOC15 GM handed over to Terag for the armour

[Terag]

"Is that my armour, is it ready? Is it done?" Terag looked up at the sound of an excited voice to find Claudia, who seemed very happy to see her armor again. He couldn't help but respond with a smile of his own, a large and genuine one this time. It was always better when the customer was just as excited about the product as he had been about it's crafting. He nodded as he responded, "Yes, it is done. You are free to try it on as you wish, to be sure that it is to your specifications. I apologize in advance if there are any mistakes or sharp edges left in the metal. If you find any either now or later, please bring it in and I will fix it for you on the spot." He stood up, setting the file down as he did so and raised the armor up for Claudia to take. As she put on the armor he would assist her as he could, tying the leather together on the side or her arm to hold it firmly in place. Again he noticed that her hair was similar in color to the metal that he worked with, and he took a moment to actually admire it this time rather than forcing himself to look away. Regardless as the armor was on her now he would walk slowly around her and look over how the armor fit her and looking for imperfections. "Everything seems to be in order from I can tell. Does it feel uncomfortable at all? Too snug or too loose in any section? Do not mind if you need to speak up, Isurian women do not have the same..." he had to think for a long moment on how to word this in common, "sort of curves?" He frowned a bit at himself after he had made his comment, hoping she didn't take offence to it. He had meant her hips and chest and not that she might have curves elsewhere. His old teacher would probably be laughing if he could see him now, he was not nearly as well at dealing with customers as he was at working the forge. She seemed to have no complaints about the armor and so Terag moved onto the final part, payment. "So that will be fifteen gold Mizas." The gold was handed over without complaint. "Thank you for your patronage. Have a good day, and may that armor protect you when you need it most, when you need it the least, and everywhere in between." Terag smiled again as she left, her new armor shone brightly in the outside light due to its polishing. He was happy that he had gotten to work on armor again, and that the customer seemed so pleased with it. The gold was handed off to the head smith to be dealt with before Terag went back to the forge, getting ready to take on his next project.

[Devi]

Your Grades have arrived! Terag Skills: Blacksmithing - 3XP Armorsmithing - 1XP Planning - 2XP Organization - 2XP Observation - 3XP Socialization - 4XP Lores: Location: The Ironworks Blacksmithing: Using Isurian arm to reach inside a forge. Blacksmithing: Isurian arm useful to craft items, though they won’t be pretty. Claudia: Human with hair like copper and bronze. Socialization: Making smalltalk. Humans: Friendlier than Isurians. Blacksmithing: Never strike cold metal. Armorsmithing: Lamellar armor. Comments: Lovely thread - I can tell you've read up on the Blacksmithing skill page and can see that you've made sure Terag struggled with the creation of a new kind of item for him which is nice to see so early on. The description of the creation of the Lamellar was very detailed - I regret that I could only offer you 1XP for Armorsmithing as it was all contained within a single post. All in all though I enjoyed reading this. Claudia Skills: Land Navigation - City: 1XP Observation 2XP Socialization: 3XP Persuasion: 1XP Lores: The freedom to set your own schedule Location: The Ironworks Terag: Isurian blacksmith Isurians: Not as friendly as humans. Items Gained: Lamellar armour, bronze. Items Lost: -15GM Comments: A really nice read Claudia (and I completely agree - fashion is definitely important when choosing the right armour...). Just a quick note about your ledger - you’ve taken 45GM for a set of Lamellar armour but this is the cost if it’s made of steel - to make it from bronze would be just 15GM as the price is divided by three. One last bit of feedback for both of you - try not to quote the other writers' words directly too much. You want to fill your posts with your own writing and your character's reactions so that if you need to fill a certain word-count (for example, for job threads or NaNoWriMo) then everything written is in your own lovely words . Let me know if you have any questions and don't forget to edit your post in the Grade Request Thread. Happy Writing!