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 Smithing Excursion, Tag Talion
BALSA YONSA
 Posted: Feb 2 2017, 07:58 PM
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It had been a long time since her arrival in the New World.

Balsa had learned the names of each World within the greater world that enclosed it all. She had also learned that many individuals who lived within each were very much the same as she herself, drawn into the world from another. She had, on her first arrival, thought it was another world like Nayug, a world connected to Sagu. It was possible that in a sense, that was precisely what it was. But for the larger part, it was something entirely separate; as far as she could tell, each World within this one was a dimension all its own. To have a multi-dimensional world that was connected to Sagu was….too much for her to ponder. Nor, she supposed, was it really relevant to her mind. She was in an unfamiliar world; even if it had been Nayug, there was little she could do for the matter. She was stuck, with no way out. She simply had to survive.

So, she did.

She scoped out each world individually and learned all that she could from them. Wildewall became her home, as it was the most familiar, the most like her home. The Barrows were not entirely unfamiliar, but she rather disliked such a place all the same. There was violence for violence’ sake, something she could hardly condone. If she was to fight, it would be for a reason. Their sort was senseless and she had no interest in it. But, from time to time, she would be made to take contracts even there. Elestis was a strange place she did not like; magic she was familiar with, even if she didn’t much like it. Parse she liked even less for its heartless feeling of hollow dull machines. Hialao was dull, but it was hospitable. All the same she preferred the natural feeling of Wildewall. It was the closest to home she had. She would make any place home if it was needed, but comfort was certainly a factor.

It was due time for her, now, though, to see to her spear. It had been worn quite well with time; she rather hated it to be left in such a state. It was high time she see a blacksmith. But, unfortunately, she was not familiar with the villages on such a personal level that she knew who would best suit her needs. It would be an unfortunate venture for her - if she at least knew the people better, this would take less time. She had been...improving her social connections with the villages, at the very least; her name was known well enough that she was often greeted all the same by those who knew it. Conversation was easy to start and so she supposed she was glad that the name of the female bodyguard was known. At minimum, it made work easy to find.

She had, however, come upon the smith she had been directed to by the villagers on the trail. She came upon his shop, eyeing the sign only briefly before she stepped inside, standing tall with her spear held proudly in hand. For now, she would wait for him to return. It was likely that he was either out, or working on a project. She was patient - and currently without a contract to limit her time.
@TALION

count on me

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 Posted: Feb 7 2017, 03:34 PM
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It was good to be home. Talion loved his scouting missions to get away from everything. Even though this time he hadn't been alone, spending a few weeks with Teemo hadn't been unpleasant, and he would venture to say he even had fun with the yordle. Still, he could only take so much roughing it, and was glad to return to his smithy, where the roof didn't leak, mice weren't constantly nibbling at his food, and spiderwebs weren't big enough to be used as a blanket. Most of all, he missed his own bed.

It was still early morning when he'd arrived, and as much as he wanted to take a quick nap, he still had to unpack and get the forge ready for the day.He shuffled through his tasks half-awake, his entire body complaining about a lack of quality sleep and overabundance of fresh air and sunshine. It was a good, dream-like tired, rather than one brought about by excessive fatigue, but it still made him feel too lazy to even hang up his bedroll to air it out. He sighed at the rolled mat, and decided to move on for now. It could wait a few hours.

What couldn't wait was the forge. The mere idea of building it up to the proper temperature was almost too much for Talion to handle, but he'd planned on being back in business today, tired or not. He forced himself through the process, lugging around wood and working the bellows as best he could to get everything going. Beyond that, there wasn't much to do except wait for the wood to burn down to coals, and his eyes wandered back over to his pack, everything still rolled up tight.

He rubbed at his eyes, dismissing the pack and lumbering up the stairs to his room. Without even undressing, Talion flopped down onto his bed, revelling in the softness. He groaned in protest at something digging into his chest, and he rolled over just enough to undo his sword harness. The gear slipped away from him, rattling to the floor in a mess of leather straps and dual blades, and he let out another groan, this time of content, as he buried his face in his bed once again.

He must've fallen asleep for quite some time, but to him it only felt like he'd shut his eyes for a second when he heard a bell jingle from downstairs. He knew the sound, but his sleepy brain couldn't make sense of it. Had he really heard the bell? Did he even have a bell? He pushed himself up, away from comfort and warmth, shaking himself to try to ward off that full-body fuzzy after-nap feeling. He did have a bell, he slowly realized, and it hung above the door downstairs... He followed the train of thought, absently staring at the floor while sitting on the edge of his bed. Oh. He had a customer. Wait, how long ago had he heard the bell?

He finally figured the situation out, and started down the stairs, stopping to glance back at his sword harness. He didn't like not wearing it, but the jumble of straps and blades would take too long to figure out to be practical at the moment. He had no idea how long his customer had been waiting, so he needed to hurry up. After a quick descent, followed by a couple of turns to get himself into the shop proper, he emerged on the sales floor, stifling a yawn.

"Can I help you?" he asked drowsily, not really paying attention to whoever was standing in his shop as he went to take his position behind the counter. He was completely unaware of his appearance. His beard was scraggly and unkempt from too long away from a proper razor, and his hair existed in whichever direction it pleased, unassisted by his brief lie-down.



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 Posted: Feb 17 2017, 12:16 PM
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Her arrival had rather been sudden and unexpected - it was not as though she had been in communication with the smith beforehand. She missed the days of conversing with her former blacksmith, missed his frowns and scolding, and how he thought that his unpleasant demeanour fooled anyone. A blacksmith who aimed to make the perfect weapon, the weapon that would kill no one….such a project he had upon his shoulders. But, the old man was stubborn. One day, she imagined he would be able to forge such a magnificent weapon.

But this was not New Yogo. This was an unfamiliar place with an unfamiliar smith. True she had come at what she believed to be a reasonable hour, but she did not know the mannerisms and patterns of this smith, thus did not know if he was ready for her at this hour. Patience, however, was a virtue which Balsa had in ample quantity. She waited, standing tall, standing quietly. At least she wasn’t in a pressing situation, or else she might have been on edge. Not angry, though - after all, she had made the choice to wait as long as she did to get her spear seen to; she could hardly blame the smith. It was her own negligence, in the end.

She heard footsteps - heavy, plodding. A man, and one moving at an odd pace at that - the footsteps were somewhat quickened, he was in a hurry. Perhaps he just now realized he had a customer. She kept her wits about her, straight-faced and poised. After a few more loud steps, she was presented with a tall and broad man, and one who seemed both exhausted and….if she had to admit, unclean. Not in a way that was terribly obvious, but he looked to be one who had been sleeping in trees and caves for the better part of a week. She wondered what stories he had to tell, but not enough that she ventured to indulge them. What a man did in his time was his business, as hers was her own.

”Yes, I believe you can.” she answered pointedly, stepping forward and pulling the cover from her spear. ”I hope it’s not too much to trouble you. My spear, though, could use some work.” She stepped forward, relaxing slightly; if he wished to take a closer look himself, he was welcome to take it off her hands. ”You are fortunate as for the time being I’m without any immediate obligations. Time is not a heavy concern for me. However a rough estimate would of course be preferred; work tends to find me swiftly, and I need my spear in working order when it does.”
@TALION

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