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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 19, 2015 10:57:45 GMT -5
--Commissioned Work--
Allyria returned to her workshop after acquiring some commissions in the market to begin her work. She selected two iron ingots for her first piece of work. A helmet that needed holes for feathers to stick out of. Like some kind of... skaldi tribal headdress. She worked it over in her mind, and settled on a simple design of iron framework that was not fully enclosed. She was glad she sized the Skaldi's head, it would make it easier to make the item fit.
The design she finalized was more like a headband had bits for mounting plumage. That was the difficult part, coming up with a mechanism that would latch onto a feather if inserted and hold on to it until it was pulled out on purpose. She came up with a clasp of sorts, and set herself to work.
She heated the two ingots, and then shaped them with her smithing hammer, molding them together. The idea was to provide some protection for the Skaldi's head, as well as be decorative. At the same time, she didn't want it to be too heavy, so the amount of iron wasn't like if she was outfitting it with a full helmet.
When she was done she let it cool in oil, and then set about putting some local birds feathers into the cap.
She took it out of the oil and noticed that it had warped a bit. The structure was too thin.
"Fuck... gotta try again."
Allyria Allenmorde -Stats: 20 ALL HP: 400/400 Stm: 79/80 -1 MP: 235/240 -5
Crafting Iron Headdress for @vaugan. Simple +30 (2 iron ingots), Iron Smithing II +10, Knowledge +20 = 60 Threshold
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 19, 2015 11:04:12 GMT -5
--Commissioned Work--
She tossed the poorly forged headdress into a crucible to melt back down.
In the meantime she heated two other iron ingots and Set about working with those to finish the job that she was commissioned to do. The damn headdress needed to be completed, and she had already wasted several hours on an effort that turned out to be a failure. This time, focusing harder, she worked diligently at making the structure strong enough to support its own weight and shape while cooling. Carefully she hammered out the headdress, putting together new clasps for the feathers. Then the moment of truth came and she used her tongs to place it in the oil for cooling.
When it was done she'd bring it out of the oil to see it.
Allyria Allenmorde -Stats: 20 ALL HP: 400/400 Stm: 78/80 -1 MP: 230/240 -5
Crafting Iron Headdress for @vaugan. Simple +30 (3 iron ingots), Iron Smithing II +10, Knowledge +20, Armor smithing (unlearned) = 60 Threshold
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Iron Headdress -DR: 24 -Stat Req: 12 Str -Zones: Head -Weight: Medium
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 19, 2015 13:44:21 GMT -5
Floras 29th, 200ATD
It was high time that she finished her kitchen already. The framework had been completed, and she had mistakenly made everything lopsided the first time. She spent the better part of her morning carving down what she had built and replacing it with level wood. Then she worked on placing the countertops, and finally the actually cabinets and such. It was going to be such a nice kitchen, if her stupidity about carpentry didn't get in the goddamn way. She even had to work around the stonework she had done for the stove, oven, and hearth combination that she had built. Some of it had to be replaced as well, she blamed poor materials for that part of the struggle.
This time she was confident she had constructed a decent kitchen.
Looking at her work after almost a whole day of working she decided that she had... still failed. Miserably. She wallowed in self pity for the better part of an hour. Then started tearing it all down again. She didn't know how she went wrong this time. It must have just been fate.
Fate was demanding that she didn't have a kitchen right now.
She said fuck you to fate and started working again. Making a second attempt at it by working through the night. Which was a success!
Things worked out for her finally. The kitchen was shiny and complete. Of course, she slept in a chair next to the kitchen table. Drooling on it.
Allyria Allenmorde -Stats: 20 ALL HP: 400/400 Stm: 77/80 -1 MP: 225/240 -5
Crafting Kitchen: Attempt 2 2 Stone, 4 Oak (Wood)
Masonry (Unlearned), Knowledge +, Simple (stone) +30. -Threshold: 50
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Crafting Kitchen: Attempt 3 2 Stone, 4 Oak (Wood)
Masonry (Unlearned), Knowledge +, Simple (stone) +30. -Threshold: 50
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 19, 2015 17:43:58 GMT -5
Floras 30th, 200ATD -Morning
Allyria set out to craft a utility belt the following morning after completing her kitchen. As it was such a lovely spring day, she took her time taking her walk over to the Undal Street workshop. She stopped and smelled flowers, smiled at the neighborhood children, and even commented to a stranger about the nice weather they were having.
When she finally arrived at the workshop she immediately set to work, forging a hardy belt clasp and buttons from an iron ingot for the belt. While that was processing with the forge and when they were cooling she worked on the leather components of the belt. First she cut a strip long enough to go around her waist one and a half times, then she bored holes through part of it so that she could fasten the belt easily. Then she cut and sewed pouches and slots for scrolls, weapons, potions, and other small items.
Once all of that was finished she put the buttons on the pouches, and attached the clasp to the belt, and sewed it shut.
Allyria Allenmorde -Stats: 20 ALL HP: 400/400 Stm: 76/80 MP: 220/240
Crafting:
Utility Belt 1 iron ingot, 8 uncut leather
Threshold: Iron Smithing II (+10), Tanner II (+10), Armor Smithing I (unlearned), Knowledge (+20), Forge (+5), Simple (+30) = 75
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Utility Belt DR: 48 Slots: 20 Stat Reqs: 20 Str
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 22, 2015 20:55:31 GMT -5
Junipos 1st, 200ATD
Allyria woke up that morning from a fitful sleep the night before. She checked her mail, nothing but notice about a tournament that month in Sorath. Interesting, a good place for her to test her skills. Skills that her father had taught her. Sword fighting was not her strong suit, but it certainly helped to have some kind of skill in it. Certainly the arming sword that she had improved upon would do for the time being. But she wanted something better to rely upon. The arming sword was a soldiers weapon, and she was determined to be no soldier. Scarlet, the persona that she crafted for herself, demanded magic.
She screamed at the world "Look at me. I am a sorceress. I am powerful. I will not be denied."
While Allyria skulked about at the edges of society, venturing into the dead world of business. She had only one commission since opening up her shop. Dreadful. It was killing her. Not financially no, she was very well off in that respect. But what was killing her was that getting work to do was a rarity.
Perhaps I should close up shop and just use my skills for myself and Fabre.
Crafting adventuring gear would become necessary in the coming days. She'd need to make bed rolls and a tent for herself. A kit would be good, just for the road. Luckily for her exploring the dark places of the world would not be hard, she could see fine in the dark.
It was why she slept so poorly.
Regardless she started her day with a breakfast of simple fare. Some broth soaked vegetables and a piece of dragonfruit.
She broke her mental breakfast by wondering where the hell Fabre was. The woman was a free spirit, but she was under the impression that one of the rooms in the house would be taken up by the artist's equipment, and that they'd be sharing time at the forge on Undal street. Everytime Allyria tried to work there was no one to work around. It bothered her.
Back in Korasus she always had to bargain for time. It had been such a pain. This freedom was different. It bothered her in a different way.
Maybe she just couldn't be happy with what she had.
Melancholy, she went over to the workshop and struggled with herself over what to make for herself.
The second half of spring was just beginning, and she had made no headway on things. Her desires and quests had not been fulfilled. She wanted to go on an adventure.
She decided to work on her boots. An enchantment on them would be perfect. Yes, that was a good idea. Enchant the armor. Allyria retrieved hood and donned the guise of Scarlet. Then she carved the words of a poem her father taught her in Drokagr onto the boots with her arcane powers.
"I am one who walks with the flock, Striding across clouds and wind, Earthbound souls shall not mock, That which flies from the rock."
Allyria did not think the poem or magic would give her the ability to fly, but would it bind the wind to them? She believed so. She poured her power into the engraving of the boots, willing them to become empowered. A purple light came from the tattoos on her left arm, and wind ripped around her.
Allyria Allenmorde Stats: 25-All HP: 500/500 Stm: 124/125 MP: 280.5/313 -32.5
Artifact -Allyria's magical powers allow her to impart certain kinds of magical properties onto the items she crafts. So long as she has the knowledge base for it. If the item is something she made herself, 1/2 the MP cost. If it is something someone else made then the threshold of success is the MP cost.
*Artificing I*
Binding Magic to the Dungeon Walkers. Threshold: Drokagr I (+5), Artificing I (+5), Thaumaturgy II (+10), Wind I (+5), Literacy (+5), History I (+5), Arcane I (+5), Knowledge (+25): 65
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 22, 2015 21:01:11 GMT -5
Junipos 1st, 200ATD Mid-Morning
Fate was a fickle bitch and the magic wasn't taking. Allyria strained herself. Her tattoo glowed hotly, she put more power into it. Her veins were popping up, her eyes straining. She was trying to focus so hard. Her breath started to get hot and purple. The magic was becoming a terrible burden on her.
But she kept pushing it. Pushing to create. She demanded her body hold out for it.
I will not bend... I will not break. More power.. I need more.
Allyria thought as she pursued her goal. Would she fail? Would her energy run out? Would she collapse there in her workshop unconscious from the effort. She regretted not practicing her magic more. It would have been more prudent to do so. It would have been smart of her.
Allyria Allenmorde Stats: 25-All HP: 500/500 Stm: 123/125 MP: 248/313 -32.5
Artifact -Allyria's magical powers allow her to impart certain kinds of magical properties onto the items she crafts. So long as she has the knowledge base for it. If the item is something she made herself, 1/2 the MP cost. If it is something someone else made then the threshold of success is the MP cost.
*Artificing I*
Binding Magic to the Dungeon Walkers. Threshold: Drokagr I (+5), Artificing I (+5), Thaumaturgy II (+10), Wind I (+5), Literacy (+5), History I (+5), Arcane I (+5), Knowledge (+25): 65
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Apr 22, 2015 21:05:55 GMT -5
She kept draining her power. The continuous strain was wreaking havoc on her. She hadn't tried to put this much power out so quickly. Fear crept into the back of her mind. The fear that she was going to kill herself. Sure, her power was high... power. She should have been using her power all along. Not her knowledge. She could know how to do it all she wanted, that didn't mean it was going to get done! Power was violence.
She had to force it to her will.
"I am Scarlet! Magic is my birthright! It flows through my veins! I inherited this power! I demand its submission to my mastery!"
Scarlet was in a take no prisoners attitude with this fucking pair of shoes.
Glowing purple fluid started to drip off her arms.
Allyria Allenmorde Stats: 25-All HP: 500/500 Stm: 123/125 MP: 215.5/313 -32.5
Artifact -Allyria's magical powers allow her to impart certain kinds of magical properties onto the items she crafts. So long as she has the knowledge base for it. If the item is something she made herself, 1/2 the MP cost. If it is something someone else made then the threshold of success is the MP cost.
*Artificing I*
Binding Magic to the Dungeon Walkers. Threshold: Drokagr I (+5), Artificing I (+5), Thaumaturgy II (+10), Wind I (+5), Literacy (+5), History I (+5), Arcane I (+5), Knowledge (+25): 65
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Dungeon Rushers -DR: 48 -Stat Reqs: 20 Str, 10 Agi, 10 Kno -Flutter: Through basic wind magic that the boots emit all movement thresholds are increased by 5.
*Feet, Lower Legs, Thighs, Medium, Leather*
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 15:43:08 GMT -5
Guinevere was a tad but more nervous than she liked to admit. Suddenly the dawning of what going into a stranger's house really meant, or could mean. Especially a house that was owned by a Drokagr. Anything she had heard about the race was all negative, well heard from any respecting Elkagr that was forced to admit to the existence of their much darker and removed cousins. But the promise of a new dress was enticing. Also, the presence of two bodyguards could help if she had happened to walk into a trap. If her paranoid feelings were to come to life. Well, one that easily protect her. Tom just had far more spirit than was healthy for his long life. They stood behind the Lady, Tom a little more itchy than Adrian. After a little bit of fretting, she knocked at Allyria's door hoping not to be out in the night too long. Guin would rather die quickly, and not dumped in the street like common trash.
Guinevere Lyethe |STR:25 V:25 AG:25 CH:25 ST:25 T:25 D:25 EN:25 P:25 K:25| |500HP-125/125SM-313MP|
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 6, 2015 10:31:33 GMT -5
A knock on her door roused her from what she had been doing. Chopping some potatoes for a stew. She had finished her sketches a while ago, they were simple, done on some light paper. A thing she needed to make more of, or acquire more of. Paper was valuable.
She answered the door and was not surprised to see her patron and her two guards. Of course the guards were there, they would be with her at all times most likely. If Allyria was that socially important she would probably have guards too. But luckily no one thought her important enough to kill. That was a good thing as far as she was concerned.
"Hello, come in, come in. Sorry for the mess."
What mess? I spent two hours cleaning the place today.
Allyria was found wearing a green vest, short leather pants that cut off about mid thigh, and her own silken red sarong tied to the side. Green, Black, Red.
She would lead them to the living room directly next to the entry hall on the right. There was furniture in that room. It was ready for visitors aside from the conspicuous lack of wine. Which would need to be rectified as soon as possible. Allyria realized that there was no entertainment other than herself, and was immediately embarrassed.
"I'm sorry I don't have any wine or anything at the moment, but I do have water. I only recently moved into the manor a month or so ago and the place was in absolute shambles, repairs were on my mind first. Let me get the sketches though."
Allyria would leave them alone in the living room for a few minutes. That room was furnished as it would be expected. Several couches, end tables, drink tables, curtains for the windows (which were drawn as it was night), candlabras that were actually lit for once. Everything was cleaned and polished. Allyria went upstairs to her study and retrieved the sketches then came back down. She also brought a measuring tape she had made from some rope and ink, marking off every inch down to the quarter. That had been an exacting process.
She placed the three clean sketches on the drink table.
One was a set of long silk robes that would not cover the shoulders, or the midriff, but instead the arms, back, chest, sides, and all the way down. The side of the leg was split open. There was a higher collar that accounted for some frills there. The second was a set of silken vest and skirt for a hot summer day. Essentially a covering for the woman's breasts and leaving most of everything else bare with a silken sarong much like the one that Allyria was wearing, though she'd do a thicker weave for the noblewoman as to not be revealing. Other pants could be worn under the sarong easily, and it was something that could be mixed and matched with ease. The third was a winter type arrangement with a silk blouse whose sleeves were long with a high collar. It also came with a fur lined leather coat and pants.
"I wasn't sure if you'd like anything in particular based on the season. The first one is more or less any time kind of urban wear. I mixed Drokagr and local dress customs. The second one is chiefly Drokagr summer-wear. Many socialites and wealthy women in Korasus would be wearing something similar, though individuality is most important, so any custom arrangements can be accommodated. The third is for winter weather. Simple, but with subtle elegance. I can do any sort of embroidery on the clothing if you don't like just solid colors."
I hope she likes them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2015 16:52:29 GMT -5
"Water is just fine." Trying to assuage the slight worrying Allyria was sending in her direction. The three followed her without even a hint of wandering off. If it was a mess Guinevere had a hard time finding it. It seemed just fine to her, not servants scouring the house clean but it was presentable.
"Seems safe enough, see no worries!" Speaking as the Drokagr was out of the room.
"Hush, Thomas!" Tom really knew he was in trouble. It was like his mom calling him out by his middle name. His head hung a little, and he waited silently until Allyria came back.
Adrian chuckled, but stopped when the Lady also shot him a scalding look. Being called out was embarrassing, but what was worse was the fact that Allyria could easily over hear them. It was normal to be unsure, but rude to state that fear openly. Guinevere spent the rest of the time over looking the room. Ruminating over an apology if it was to be necessary.
Even as Allyria entered the room once again she was looking at the papers, curious about what may just be on them. She tried to catch a glimpse of them before they even managed to settle on the tray.
Guin liked what she saw.
Can I have all three? If it was clothing, she wanted it. The corners of her eyes creasing in her smile.
"I love them all!" Likely picking a certain one was the point of this. "The first most specifically."
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 10, 2015 16:32:31 GMT -5
"Glad to hear it! Of course, I could do all three. But it would take time. Let me get that water for you. No need to rush a decision."
Allyria left the sketches on the table there and left the room. Holding back her excitement that the client enjoyed her ideas about what to make. She lined three water glasses up, filled to the four fifths line, and brought out the first for the client. Then she went back to the kitchen and fetched the other two for the men. Clearly the woman's armed guards. They had been there when the client had first approached Allyria in the market. Though one now appeared to be sullen or disappointed.
I don't think it would be polite to ask why he is so down...
It was making her nervous. When she returned she fought with herself for a minute before deciding against pursuing the state of Tom's mind. Instead she addressed the client.
"Which ones would you like for me to make for you... Madam..? I'm sorry, I don't know your name or title. I-I-I'm Allyria Allenmorde, Ma'am."
Suddenly Allyria felt as if she had made the greatest offense.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 17, 2015 14:40:49 GMT -5
"Thank you, Miss!" Tom's face beamed as he was served the water. It didn't take much for his face to snap out of a sullen look. For now getting yelled at would just fester at the back of his mind, acting on it now would just make the Lady even more upset with him.
Guinevere felt her own words of thanks were lost as the drokagr scuttled back into the kitchen in fetching more drinks for the guards. Most never thought to think of the men standing beside her, making this girl become even more of a curiosity. But a pleasing change at that one.
"Thank you, Miss." Same words, but spoken in a completely different albeit still polite, tone.
"The first one, if I-
Oh, OH! My apologies on not introducing myself clearly. I am Guinevere Lyethe, Lady Mayor of Viktoria."
Now she didn't need to say Lady Mayor every time, but it made her feel appropriately more feminine. It was obvious that she was indeed a Lady, it just felt empowering to say.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 18, 2015 16:22:43 GMT -5
Allyria nodded in the fashion of both apologies and acceptance. She had caught what the Mayor of Viktoria had said though, the woman liked the first one. But she had cut herself off. Perhaps she liked the others as well. But this was the mayor of a whole city. A whole city. That was like the mayor of Korasus if there was ever to be one. But Korasus in her mind was much bigger than any Cruinthian city. Though she had never seen Fordeth. The chief difference was area. Korasus didn't take up as much land but it did travel higher into the sky. She imagined both Fordeth and Helkorth as sprawling, taking over the land like mighty starfish or something.
"So the first one. And the others?"
The half-breed sat down without a glass for herself. She was too nervous to be thirsty. That was the truth.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2015 15:58:02 GMT -5
"And the third, I think I would like. I don't wish to take up too many of your commissions!" Taking a sip from the water offered. This time not bothering to wait for either of the guards to keel over if the water was poisoned. She owed the Drokagr that much at least. After being so paranoid about a trap, or such a thing happening.
"I'm not rushing for these to be made either, as the higher quality materials and clothes are well worth waiting for. So please don't feel rushed."
Guinevere was feeling she needed to keep talking. Allyria seemed somewhat nervous, and blathering on was the preferred method of dealing with such things. It kept her from just staring at the half-breed before her. So many questions Guinevere had of the person before her. Mostly aimed at her race, and anything to do with a culture she had little knowledge of. Some of it was jealousy over a skin tone that wasn't pale, and consisted of freckles underneath her clothes. The mayor hid them well, but didn't like the knowledge that they were there.
"Do you have any questions, or pricing for me to expect? I can pay a deposit before you start as well."
But now it would be Allyria's turn to speak.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Sept 23, 2015 17:40:17 GMT -5
"Oh please. You can place as many commissions as you'd like. I'll just need to know how to contact you when they're done. Fur and silk aren't cheap, but I won't need a down payment at all. They'll be done before the summer is over. If you're not in the city when they're done should I have them delivered? Kable offers good services I hear."
Allyria was certainly talkative when she was nervous. Of course she did prefer to address all the things that were asked of her as well, so this amount of chatter could be considered normal for her. It was her posture and body language that said that she was nervous. Not that she didn't think she could hold her own in her own home. It was the excited kind of nervousness.
"Anything else I can do for you? I don't just make clothing you know."
Just slipping that in there.
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