Post by Tyr on Jan 3, 2015 12:58:42 GMT -5
Tyr smiled, "Of course! I would love their opinions on our, albeit small, growing armory. I hear they tend to be some of the best warriors Cruinthe has seen in an age." The Duke would never dream of excluding someone for reasons of race. He wasn't naive to the differences in people, and chose to celebrate such things rather than cast out those who were different. "Yes, we were blessed with a great location. The land nearby provides everything, and we're a central point for getting around on the road unless you want to circle south through Sorath first." Whomever had settled the house here in ancient times had done a marvelous job in choosing where to be.
"We'll start our tour here. This is my Artificery, a place for craftsmen of all kind to come and practice their trade. It's open to anyone willing to use it, so long as they respect it and the others here...." Tyr would guide them around his shop and briefly touch on the uses of each section. The tour would continue like that quite heavily, a walk through the lumber mill with its' churning gears and comments about just how the gears powered everything from the river, by the farm fence where Tyr proudly displayed his people working quite hard to keep life going.
The armory was a small house with a new foundation being laid next to it in stone. Inside were various armor and weapon racks, holding the Duchy's troop uniforms. Most were made by Tyr and his old masters a few years ago, and he was slowly working on getting them better equipment. The things proudly on display were his plate boots, gauntlets, and a longsword, all forged the same day as the bow. If he could figure out a good way to mass produce them, and get some armor for the head/body thrown in, his troops would be well ahead of most.
"Trusk and Brusk, I would love to ask you both some questions, as this is your area of expertise. What armor would you use, lighter chainmail, or heavier but stronger plate? Do you find shields or a second weapon as more useful in combat? Are thrown weapons anywhere near as useful as stories make them sound?" He would wait for an answer to each before asking the next, to avoid swamping them, while carefully batting away any guards who stopped into the armory and started to gawk at the Skaldi inside it. They'd never seen the powerful warriors before but had heard tales. Trouble was most people weren't as open to others as Tyr was, and the Duke didn't want the guards to start treating the Skaldi as 'lesser' beings as they'd been portrayed. That would not be a good impression to leave.
"We'll start our tour here. This is my Artificery, a place for craftsmen of all kind to come and practice their trade. It's open to anyone willing to use it, so long as they respect it and the others here...." Tyr would guide them around his shop and briefly touch on the uses of each section. The tour would continue like that quite heavily, a walk through the lumber mill with its' churning gears and comments about just how the gears powered everything from the river, by the farm fence where Tyr proudly displayed his people working quite hard to keep life going.
The armory was a small house with a new foundation being laid next to it in stone. Inside were various armor and weapon racks, holding the Duchy's troop uniforms. Most were made by Tyr and his old masters a few years ago, and he was slowly working on getting them better equipment. The things proudly on display were his plate boots, gauntlets, and a longsword, all forged the same day as the bow. If he could figure out a good way to mass produce them, and get some armor for the head/body thrown in, his troops would be well ahead of most.
"Trusk and Brusk, I would love to ask you both some questions, as this is your area of expertise. What armor would you use, lighter chainmail, or heavier but stronger plate? Do you find shields or a second weapon as more useful in combat? Are thrown weapons anywhere near as useful as stories make them sound?" He would wait for an answer to each before asking the next, to avoid swamping them, while carefully batting away any guards who stopped into the armory and started to gawk at the Skaldi inside it. They'd never seen the powerful warriors before but had heard tales. Trouble was most people weren't as open to others as Tyr was, and the Duke didn't want the guards to start treating the Skaldi as 'lesser' beings as they'd been portrayed. That would not be a good impression to leave.