50 Fall, 513 AV
It had occurred to Eanos many times that the construction of the castle was possibly the closest thing to Sultros outside of Isurian territory. It was unusual, at least as far as he knew for humans to live effectively underground. Once it had been necessary for many in order to survive the aftermath of a gods attempt to destroy the world. There was some irony then that this city, the city which marked in rememberance the destruction of the god who had fought to save the world was the one where the humans chose to remain underground when the rest of the race had returned to the surface preserved for them.
However, despite all this the city was mostly populated by humans and most of them still clung to the cycle of Synas appearance over the city. Eanos however did not for he built his life instead around the projects that he worked upon and most often it was simply easier for him to work during the periods of darkness when the others who worked also in the forge had gone home, leaving him free run to do as he pleased with all of the facilities allowed.
He was fairly sure however that it didn’t please his neighbours for the castle also held all of the residences of the people and they were mostly on the same level as his forge, which inevitably meant some must be disturbed to some extent by the sound of his work. So far he had had no outright complaints but he had considered that the people who lived here also included his customers so it made no business sense to create a bad reputation for no reason. In personal terms he wasn’t concerned one way or another, but even for him common sense ruled at least some of the time.
During the night the door to the shop was closed and the walls were as thick as could be expected since they had the weight of the upper floors to carry, but on balance he had decided long ago to do something more. After some thought he had decided to screen the interior door between the forge and the shop. To this end he had chosen chainmail for the screen, but not a solid screen, just a chain of links so that they could be moved aside easily to allow passage and so that it could be tied away when not in use. Of course this alone would be of little use in stopping the sound of hammer on metal, so each chain would carry a shield which would be tasked in stopping sound. It would not be a complete barrier to sound but it did not need to be and he hoped that it would be effective enough bearing in mind the outer door to mute the sound enough to do what he wanted.
The forge had been busy during the early part of the season and he’d not found the time to create the chain, needing as he did to make it from wire, and that wire he needed to create as well. Now though it seemed that there was a quiet period and so he onsidered it the perfect time to start.
It had occurred to Eanos many times that the construction of the castle was possibly the closest thing to Sultros outside of Isurian territory. It was unusual, at least as far as he knew for humans to live effectively underground. Once it had been necessary for many in order to survive the aftermath of a gods attempt to destroy the world. There was some irony then that this city, the city which marked in rememberance the destruction of the god who had fought to save the world was the one where the humans chose to remain underground when the rest of the race had returned to the surface preserved for them.
However, despite all this the city was mostly populated by humans and most of them still clung to the cycle of Synas appearance over the city. Eanos however did not for he built his life instead around the projects that he worked upon and most often it was simply easier for him to work during the periods of darkness when the others who worked also in the forge had gone home, leaving him free run to do as he pleased with all of the facilities allowed.
He was fairly sure however that it didn’t please his neighbours for the castle also held all of the residences of the people and they were mostly on the same level as his forge, which inevitably meant some must be disturbed to some extent by the sound of his work. So far he had had no outright complaints but he had considered that the people who lived here also included his customers so it made no business sense to create a bad reputation for no reason. In personal terms he wasn’t concerned one way or another, but even for him common sense ruled at least some of the time.
During the night the door to the shop was closed and the walls were as thick as could be expected since they had the weight of the upper floors to carry, but on balance he had decided long ago to do something more. After some thought he had decided to screen the interior door between the forge and the shop. To this end he had chosen chainmail for the screen, but not a solid screen, just a chain of links so that they could be moved aside easily to allow passage and so that it could be tied away when not in use. Of course this alone would be of little use in stopping the sound of hammer on metal, so each chain would carry a shield which would be tasked in stopping sound. It would not be a complete barrier to sound but it did not need to be and he hoped that it would be effective enough bearing in mind the outer door to mute the sound enough to do what he wanted.
The forge had been busy during the early part of the season and he’d not found the time to create the chain, needing as he did to make it from wire, and that wire he needed to create as well. Now though it seemed that there was a quiet period and so he onsidered it the perfect time to start.