Solo Pride and honor (job thread)

[Amon Ironheart Terras]

In the year 516 the 20th day of spring

He was tired no tired was not the words to use here he was exhausted and there was a constant pounding sensation on his head. It was like a smith was working his skull, he defiantly had too much to drink the other night. Steadying himself as he looks out towards the shop there was a steady flow of traffic in and out. Most people were looking but very few were buying, why Vacielli always insist on putting him out front when there was a crowd boggled him. There was a forge back there and he could be in it but no he had to deal with the customers. That's why he heard someone call out to him "Mister , hello mister.." Shaking himself out of his daydream looking around for who or whatever was calling, spying a small child look at him a girl she couldn't have been taller the four feet. She was shuffling her feet while looking up at him. " How can I help your little one ?" A little voice broke free from his mouth eyes not looking at him "I need a sword" The look on his face was partly shock and partly confusion, why would someone so young need a weapon. She barely looks big enough to hold on properly, leaning down off his stool to walk around to get a better look at her. She looked like human light skin wearing simple clothes, nothing fancy, no gold in the thread and it seemed well worn. She was a twig of a thing barely any muscle to be found on her, she didn't have the look of starvation in her eyes. Stooping down to get eye level with her, that was only why his sister used to listen to him so he should try it at least. So looking her in the eyes he asked again in a softer voice. "So why do you want a sword little one ?" and she stared at him with eyes blue as the sky and as big as the moon. "I want to fight to be a knight ." This time, her voice wasn't soft but strong loud enough that a second customer could hear her little declaration.

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A big man seemed to have money if his clothes were any indication. Intracarted pattern with gold threading his shirt straining to hold his massive stomach." What use does a common girl wish to be a knight, better to dream of being a maid or better yet a whore can always use another one of those." That nasally sound grated against Amon's mind worst than his hangover, he was laughing at her spittle flying from his mouth hitting the back of his head. Her head back down now staring at the ground but he could still see the tears there in her eyes. So he stood up and calmly walked over the man look up at his double chin, poking him in the stomach. " Ahh, so your finish with that poor beggar, good now help someone with money. Like me" It took physical effort to not throw him out the store but the scruff of his neck right there and them. "Sir you are being asked to leave the store of because of behavior." He stopped laughing then looking at him incredibly. In such shocking disbelief "What boy do you know who I am.." Stepping back raising his hand in a flourish. "No and I don't care you talk to anyone in this shop like that again and I will break you. I know what your think he would dare do anything inside this shop and that's true I wouldn't. But you leave you to go home you sleep and most importantly you walk the alleys. So I would suggest you apologize for you have an accident" The man took a fast step back looking back and forth between both the child and Amon swallowing a bit of spit along with whatever comment he had just planned."Right, right sorry child and excuse me" working his way out of the shop and onto the streets his steps a bit quicker. "Turning back towards the child so you want a sword then ?" Nodding her head still not looking back up "so how much do you have then ?" She hands him over a bag of coin , overturning it on the counter counting up the Mizas .In total, she had ten gold Mizas a handsome for such a little one. So he walked over and took a wooden bastard sword off one of the holders and placed it in her hands. She just looked at the sword then pushing it away back at him point at a steel blade. " Easy little one you're not ready for that yet". Grabbing one of her arms giving it a light squeeze. "those blades have some weight to then and you're not ready for that." Pushing the practice sword back towards her " practice with this first it's the same weight as a regular sword and will be you use to movement and it disadvantages. Placing one gold Mizas, two silver and five copper in her hand. "Trust me to practice with that first, then when you're ready to come back and we'll get you a steel blade." She just looked at him grabbing the coins and clutching the blade close to her chest running out of the shop.

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A few seconds after that he felt a finger tapping on his shoulder, whoever they were they weren't tapping hard just urgently . They were casting a long shadow it seemed bigger than a man's own could be , getting up and turning around to look at this new person. To say that his face was used as a cutting board was an insult to cutting boards, every square inch of it was scared, he had a nasty looking one going from his ear to the back of his neck. " I need you to fix this."Pushing a cloth covered item towards him. "let's go to the counter" Amon could feel the weight in his hands, whatever this thing was it was heavy. There he unwrapped the packaged it was a great sword simple in design-not fancy but functional, well it would have been if the blade wasn't shattered. It was broken in five no six-parts. It would have been easier for him to just buy a new blade for the price he would have to pay for it to be reforged . Weighing one of the pieces in his hands, turning it over with his fingers " You have an idea how much this is going to cost you right ?" Just stares." It would be cheaper just to get a new sword." The man was pushing the next shard into his hand now, it seemed like whoever this man was he didn't want a new sword he wanted this one fixed. So Amon looked at him the man, he was staring at the sword like Amon stared at his glaive this was more than a weapon it was a treasure." For a job of this difficulty it's going to cost you 15 gold Mizas are you willing to pay that price ?" Of course, he would the man reached down in one of his pockets and pulled out a hand full of coins a few coppers, some scatter silvers and one or two golds. So he started counted he had 3 silvers worth of coppers, 2 gold and the rest of the price was made of silvers. Gathering the shards and wrapping them in a cloth. "We'll take care of her when you get her back she'll be as good as new" His head dropped so suddenly that Amon though he might have passed out in the store but no it was a kind of bow getting up as suddenly as he dips that person just turned around and left the store. After that is was pretty quiet for the rest of the day a few small purchases and order, a brass knocker, a few iron gates and a shield bucker style. Listing all on a spare sheet of paper to give to Vacielli. There was nothing else to do so he started to lock up dusting off the rest of the displays and give the floor a good sweep with the thatch broom before heading into the forge.

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Pushing open he forge door letting the fire from the forge emulate the shop from a brief second before the weight of the door cause it to swing back close. Stepping into the light blinking his eyes a few time to get used to the light and the heat. It was always so bright in here, spotting Vacielli over in the far corner working on a previous order. He seemed to have been making an imprint in a sheet of brass. So grabbing a chair from one of the corners of the shop leaning it against the wall popping the cork on his wineskin. Taking a deep whiff of the aroma of the ale, ahh the was at least a five-year aging on this one. Swallowing a generous amount of the amber liquid before standing up. Vacielli was still banging the metal will that was to be expected when it was finished the seat would have whatever image was on the plate. He began walking towards when the man called out "So you have finished out front Amon ?" Stopping his banging on the metal letting the sledgehammer drop to his side. "How did you know.... never mind yea done out there." Pointing to one of the other hammers scatter about the shop . " Then help me with this and explain what's in your hands." Resting the package on an empty workbench and grabbing a hammer, lifting it a few time to get used to the weight before heading over to join Vacielli. Bringing the hammer down on the plate with a well resounding bang, Vacielli's hammer followed soon after it was a one-two rhythm. After a few minutes of hammering, the Vacielli spoke up again. "The package kid what's in it . ?" Resting the hammer down to catch his breath, taking a new swig of ale before answering. Feeling the amber liquid burn down his throat. " It was a sword the blade was shattered the owner wants us to repair it. Hoping to fix the blade, then I'll work on the handle polish it up and redo the wrappings around the guard." Pulling up a chair staring at Amon with a look of surprise, rest the hammer on the ground nest to him gesturing for Amon to do the same. " So how do you plan on getting it done then." Pulling up the second chair along his Vacielli, taking a small sip at his wineskin. "The polishing and wrapping aren't going to be a real problem, it's the reforging that has me a bit lost. Was thinking of heating up each piece then hammering it on but would just leave a hot mess. Any ideas ?" Closing his eyes Vacieeli leaned back in his chair start to speak but not once open his eyes to look at him. " The best method would break the shards into smaller pieces, then stack those pieces on top of one another. Bind the tiles with some wrapping to keep them together then cover it with clay to ensure that the heat it properly applied throughout."

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"So reforge a block on the end of the blade then ? Then I beat the metal out back into a sword." Pushing himself to his feet and dragging his body back to the table. Grabbing the shards of the blade putting them into s little pile. Grabbing one of the forgotten rags in the show eyeballing it to near the right size before ripping. Ok, he had his wrapping now it was time to stack, putting on the first layer from North to South. A think spilling of coal the a layer of tile going East to West and repeat until at the shards were in placed wrapping the shards in the cloth binding them as tightly as possible. Grabbing a ladle of water from a bucket to wet the cloth before adding some thatch to the top then covering the entire thing in wet clay before putting it to heat. shovelling a good amount of coal into the forge, watching the metal. Five minutes, ten minutes, twenty minutes later pulling the blade out of the fire. The shards had melted but the bars the formed the blade and the shard's bar still had to be going together. Securing the metal into a vice grip ensuring that the piece was unable to be move. Resting the glowing piece on the anvil. Taking the hot cutter hammer in a wedge about three-quarters way into the metal, then folding the piece over and hammering in back to create a thick block. Turning the block over and repeating the process to ensure the block was well joined throughout. It was time to give her back her shape starting to draw out the blade hammer. Pulling out he steel an inch at a time drawing out the length of the blade Keeping at the hammering up he had something that same thickness and of a decent length. Laying it along anvil bevelling the blade to give her a true sword like the shape it was a quicker process that drawing her out. Blacking the blade back into the forge letting the blade heat up, watching it insure that it reached a nice straw colour. He didn't want the steel to get to dark once ht blade was the proper colour, pulling it form the forge and quenching it in oil. Grabbing the whetstone setting at her starting with her blade shaping and defining the point. Then moving to the hilt buffing the wear out of it. Finally, cut off the old leather and replacing it with a new set. It was done reforged , polished and ready to return to the hands of the person who loved her. Wrapping her up in a clean cloth leaving the forge behind him it was time to drink.

[Kaleidoscope]

Amon

Skills:
Observation: +3
Socialisation: +3
Leadership: +1
Persuasion: +1
Investigation: +1
Writing: +1
Cleaning: +1
Weaponsmithing: +2

Lores:
✦ Hangovers: The nasty aftermath of drunkenness
✦Cleaning: Simple sweeping
✦Investigation: Asking simple questions of a customer
✦Weaponsmithing: How to re-forge a shattered sword

Notes: The dark red on teal background was pretty hard to read, please change that for the future!
In Mizahar, ‘seconds’ are called ‘ticks’.
I have given you two points for weaponsmithing, but in the future I would like to see you perhaps find it a bit more difficult, as it should be at your skill level. If you want more points on that in the future I would suggest spreading it out into a few posts too!
Overall though, I really enjoyed the story. I'm intrigued to see where Amon goes in the future.

Enjoy your grade, and please don't forget to delete/edit out your grade request. If you have any questions, don't hesitate to send me a PM.

Stay weird,

-Beautiful boxcode credits go to Aislyn!