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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2017 23:48:30 GMT -5
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Post by Admin on Mar 4, 2017 23:54:49 GMT -5
(22:53:54 ) [PIC] †«« Faber Ferrarius »»†
|..Exavier Exeter..|
==on a ship moored at the docks== says to ALL: I sit at the expansive desk in my cabin on the Eye of the Beholder. Few entered this room but it was incredibly opulent, they certainly would not believe that I was merely a poor and humble blacksmith if they saw inside. In front of me is one of my sketchbooks with a new Torvaldsland style shield sketched out on it. I had retrieved some wood that had already been pressed and prepared, that sat next to me in a leather bundle. With that is a few additional pieces of leather one of which was painted with a pair of osts slithering over each other to form a circle. This would go across the center steel boss to create a unique shield. I had retrieved some tools as well. I hoped old Thrak'gar was still in business in town with his small smithy. I would have to go and see soon if I could use his forge. Much of my blacksmithing equipment was stored on this very ship but I only had a couple of hammers, tongs and my protective leather gloves and apron set out at this point. I finished up what I was doing and closed the sketch book. I would be ready to start work on the shield soon. I stand up and pull my heavy cloak on, heading towards the gang plank of the ship and down onto the docks themselves.
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