The Lazy Stroll (Alduin/Open)

[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 20
1HXqXg_X 8, failure. Auto-recover.

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Tyr stepped out of the tavern into the harsh light of day. Or at least, the end of the day. They had an hour or so until sundown, and would need to make it to the market before then if they wanted to buy anything. Oh what terrible timing to have to walk so far. How would they ever make it thirty meters away in an hour? The thought brought a smile to the Duke's face and he stretched out in the rays of the lowering sun. He started to take a deep breath when his breath caught yet again, hacking up another few globs of blood onto the stone path outside the Tipsy Darkling. This disease really was trying to kill him, and if it kept going at this rate it might just succeed. Tyr bent over, hands on his knee for support, and forced himself to breath through the coughs shredding his lungs. After a few moments he recovered, standing up and taking a bottle from his belt. Now was as good a time as any for some healing.

Once he had his breath back, Tyr turned towards the nearby Hunter's Market and began the short stroll over to the stalls. As he did he would fully expect his new acquaintance to either wait for him, or fall in beside him. They had much to discuss, and very little distance to do it in. First and foremost was figuring out what exactly Alduin could use. The market didn't have the greatest selection of goods. The fur and leather could be useful for armor, but weapons would be limited. Luckily the Darkling had a forge and Tyr was a master of recycling. Couple those with the new guardian equipment Innorsford was stocking up on and he had an iron supply for weapons.

"So, Alduin. What can I make for you? A nice fur coat, or maybe iron splint armour? What suits your fancy hmm?" They might even have a good stock of bones for him to use, but that tended to make for very brittle equipment. Good in a pinch, but not something you relied on for long. Except in weapon form, then you saved it for that one devastating hit. "And perhaps a nice, pointy dagger?" The last was both an educated guess and a prying question. He had more than a few ideas of what Alduin's history might include, and this would verify at least a few of them.

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Tyr 1450/2000 HP
@alasard

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The coughing fit that ripped through Tyr caught Al'asard off guard. He paused behind the man before patting him on the back. It was an ineffective tactic for his blood filled lungs but the Drokagr felt that he was required to do something. Eventually, the large man regained his breath and downed some concoction from a strange vial, a healing tonic, Al assumed. Without a word the two fell into step and made their way towards the market of Innorsford before twilight overcame the sky. Al'asard hummed a tuneless song as they strolled. His eyes roamed over the crowd, old habits forcing him to size up each man and woman that passed by him. He noticed minute details, how they carried themselves, the condition of their shoes, their scent, all tells as to how much coin was carried in their purse. The fingers on his left hand rubbed together, warming themselves up before they began their work. 

"So,"

The words of Tyr caused Al to shove his hands into the pockets of his jacket. In that moment his fingers brushed along the coin he'd been given and he reminded himself that he didn't have a need to go fishing in the pockets of others. He had to tell himself that more than once. "I can't say I'm fond of the thought of lugging around a suit of armor. I'd much prefer the coat but I can't see how that would keep me safe."  A coat would be more useful in the long run. It was easier to keep warm, easier to disguise, and easier to play off. Armor would have offered more protection, he believed but would have been harder to explain away if he was questioned and made him look the part of a warrior. Al wondered if there was anything that would protect him from ghost and ghouls though. "Hmm," Al'asard removed his hand from his pocket and scratched at his chin as he thought on the subject. 

"Hm? A dagger? I suppose. As much as I like the idea of me delving into the wilds with a sword in hand it would it be a horrid idea. I don't have too much experience using any weapon save a quill. I'd be less likely to hurt myself with a dagger so long as I keep the pointy end in the right direction." Al had rarely used a weapon in his youth. When he was twelve he had scared off an older boy by waving around a rusty knife and once he'd actually stabbed another urchin but that was about the gist of his experience. "The way things are nowadays I think I might have to remedy this lack of experience."

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Hacklung Threshold 50
JgGyGts3
Pass

[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 10.
aIXvQbAS 85, success.

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Not being weighed down was a strange concept to the Duke, he often found most armor too light to feel like it would protect him at all. It was a strange anxiety to have, but in the end it had been cured by the judicious application of hydrillium ingots. Still, armor was only good if the person wore it. Shaping was all about fitting demands, and if someone knew what they wanted then that's what you made. The option between metal and fur was pretty clear though, leather armor it was. That he could handle, and the market would definitely have plenty of it in stock.

"If weapons aren't your thing, I imagine a shield is out of the question." That simplified things a bit, and opened up things for experimentation a little. Perhaps a secondary knife with some interesting side effects? "But if experience is all you need, I'm sure we can get you trained up in no time." He already needed to develop ways to train potential Ritgrs into combat-ready individuals who could use the gear he made for them, why not start the process here? Tyr had gotten fairly lucky to start with Jorkahn, the lad was a Champion warrior and fledgling mage. "For now we'll make do with what we can get our hands on, see how you handle yourself in the field, and go from there." Tagging along to make sure Alduin didn't die was actually starting to sound like a good time. Adventure a little, see the haunted sights, help someone develop, a good afternoon's work.

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Purchasing 1 guardian glaive, 2 claws, 20 wing leather, 10 soft fur, and a box to carry it all in. Total of 325 Ritz for the supplies, 1 for the box. Paid. -Cheph

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The market being a short distance away Tyr was already perusing the stalls as he talked. Coin traded hands and materials started stacking up in his arms. Eventually he had to bargain with one of the merchants for a spare box, trading a full Ritz for the thing. The claws were wrapped in leather and fur for safe transport, and everything was packed in tight. Bolts of material were still set on top and the Duke heaved the mass in his arms back towards the Tipsy Darkling. This was going to be a fun night. Market trip complete, the conversation resumed as if nothing had happened.

"That is to say, I will accompany you on your trip if you like. Unless you would rather go it alone of course."

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Al'asard's eyebrows rose as Tyr gave mention to witnessing his combat abilities. Ideally, Al was hoping to avoid any altercations all together and stealthily go about his business. That and he hadn't been planning on having anyone tag along with him. Scarlet hadn't mentioned having anyone else go with him. He remained silent until the Duke clarified his previous comment. Al'asard gave a nod as he watched the man heft the crate of materials up as if it was feather light. "It would be a pleasure and a relief to have you by my side, Tyr. Hopefully, things won't be too troublesome but if they are I'll be glad to have you. You look much more adept at taking care of yourself than I am." Al gestured to the box in the Duke's arms as they made their way toward the Tipsy Darkling. Al knew little of the man's capabilities beyond what he could glean from a quick once over. That was enough to ease some of Al'asard's qualms about his impending quest. 

"My fortune seems to have taken a rather drastic turn." Al'asard chimed, "Yesterday I was a sloven mess, hunched over the bar at Darkling. Today, I'm a slightly less sloven mess whose drinking with nobility and getting kitted out for adventure." Al gave a soft chuckle as he looked towards the path laid out before him, both literally and figuratively. He was glad for the aid and companionship that Scarlet and Tyr had given him. He needed something to focus his mind and pick him out of the mire of loathing and pity he was wallowing in. He would have never taken the charity the Drokagr Initiative had offered him. He was too proud for that, even at his worst. The chance for work, however, the chance to busy himself was much appreciated. Perhaps it might have been what the man needed in order to spur him onward. As they walked Al spoke of rather inconsequential things; the weather, his time spent drinking at the Tipsy Darkling, and how grateful he was to Tyr and Scarlet. The Darkling came into sight and Al pulled open the door for the encumbered craftsman beside him. 

He couldn't deny that some of the apprehension he'd felt was starting to be replaced by exhilaration. He was eager to see what Duke Mardock would craft for him and just what sort of wonders he'd see. "After you. The least I could do since you wouldn't let me help carry anything."

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Hacklung Threshold: 60
cWvy_QL3

[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 20.
OhWAgwY2 74, success.

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Tyr slightly adjusted the box in his arms as Alduin complimented his strength, puffing up just the slightest bit. His strength had been earned through years of work, and he was proud of that work immensely.

"I manage well enough on my own, but company is always good to have. Between you and me our mutual friend is quite the powerful traveling companion, and I would be glad you got on her good side." Tyr himself was awed by her magic, with just the right combination of admiration and fear to make sure he tried to stay allied with her. The Alliance was a wonderful ideal, but odds were that he could hold against them if their purposes strayed too far from one another's. Allyria on the other hand? She could wipe him from existence if she chose, and there would be no stopping it. "So I would agree that your luck has definitely taken a turn."

The pair shot the breeze for a while longer before the Darkling was back in reach. Tyr gave a polite nod as he shuffled through the opened door, heading straight towards the forge. A full ritz dropped on the counter to pay for his use of it, and he got to work immediately. As usual he talked through his work, turning the materials into usable equipment with the greatest of ease.

"This gear will only protect you from the weakest of weapons. Anyone of significant strength, and plenty of the world's creatures, will still be able to punch through so be careful. It will be better than nothing though, and when you're ready to handle something a bit sturdier seek me out.

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Making armor first. Hood, Coat, Boots, Belt, and Gloves are all made from 4 wing leather and 2 soft fur.

SPOILER: Click to show

Easy (15) + K (100) + TanM/ArmM (40) = DC 155, autosuccess.
Masterwork check DC 55 + 14 = 69. Four degrees possible.
38, 3 degrees earned. Excellent Hood
30, 3 degrees earned. Excellent Coat
53, 2 degrees earned. Grand Boots
88, 0 degrees earned. Fur-lined Leather Belt
26, 3 degrees earned. Excellent Gloves

Gear made:
Excellent Hood (4wl2sf): 32 DR, 4 Cold Resist, +8 Cha/Dip; Stat Reqs 10 Str, 4 Agi, 10K (Covers all spots)
Excellent Coat (4wl2sf): 32 DR, 4 Cold Resist, +8 Cha/Dip; Stat Reqs 10 Str, 4 Agi, 10K (Covers Chest, Back, Abdomen, Sides, Shoulders, Upper Arms)
Grand Boots (4wl2sf): 29 DR, 4 Cold Resist, +8 Cha/Dip; Stat Reqs 10 Str, 4 Agi, 10K (Covers all spots)
Fur-lined Leather Belt (4wl2sf): 24 DR, 4 Cold Resist, +8 Cha/Dip, 15 small slots; Stat Reqs 10 Str, 4 Agi, 10K (Covers all spots)
Excellent Gloves (4wl2sf): 32 DR, 4 Cold Resist, +8 Cha/Dip; Stat Reqs 10 Str, 4 Agi, 10K (Covers all spots)

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Tyr handed over a pile of folded leather and fur gear, a completely new outfit for Alduin to try on. He figured the man could check the fit and motion of it while he worked on the daggers. Allyria or Jorkahn were likely to join them any moment, best not to be working when they did. Not that it would matter, but he would rather socialize when they arrived than continue working.·····

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Al'asard watched with curiosity as Tyr stretched and sewed his creation. Memories of being fitted for fine raiments came to mind with each fluid movement of the needle. It seemed he was trading in suits of silk for suits of hard leather. Though to Tyr's credit, the final product he handed over seemed just as fine a quality as his clothing back home possibly finer.  Al wasted no time in taking his new clothing. He began to remove his tattered coat before feeling a small pang of regret at not being able to wash before checking the fit and quality of the gift Tyr had bequeathed. Not once in the past three months had he given thought to his personal appearance or hygiene. Three months of shame hit the man in a place he had all but forgotten; his pride. His ashen complexion hid the rush of blood that would have stained his face a bright scarlet. When he had the chance he would wash up and possibly get rid of the ridiculous white beard that had taken over his chin. He ignored his wounded pride and removed his trappings, save for his pants and undershirt, and began to pull on the new attire.

"Well, let us hope that my luck holds out until that day comes. I'm sure that it will hold up well enough for what my intentions are for it."He said while pulling on his new boots. Al beamed once he was fully dressed in the leather gear. He tugged at the collar of his coat enjoying its lightness and warmth. "Tyr," Al began, pulling the large, feature obscuring hood over his head. From beneath the shadows, it cast only the Drokagr's amber eyes and a fanged white smile showed. "My friend, you are a profoundly talented man. If the whole running a dutchy thing doesn't pan out you have a marvelous future as a tailor."  Al continued to test his new clothing, surprised at how well it all seemed to fit despite Tyr not taking any measurements. Normally at his tailor, Al would have had to sit through at least a few minutes of measurements despite being a repeat customer. Al's quip provoked a question.

"Where does someone of your station learn something like this? As far as my experience with nobles go most of their learning is geared toward more scholarly and... I want to say useless but that's rather tactless... fanciful, yes, fanciful subjects." Since changing Al's voice and stance had begun to take on a more elegant tone and bearing. The outward change had done him well, bolstering his once failing sense of self-worth. 

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Hacklung Threshold:70
saESkjxn

[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 30.
WED51zK671, success.

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Tyr laughed at Al's comments, if running his land didn't work there was plenty more he could do than just tailoring. He would get a taste of the Duke's multitudinous talents momentarily in fact. Following the creation of the leather and fur garments would be a pair of knives. One of solid iron, the other a fusion of two claws with an iron core. As Tyr built up the forge fire and heated the metal he started musing over what led him down the path towards being a shaper in the first place.

"When I was young my talents lay in creation. My father saw such gifts as an opportunity for a new kind of leader and had me apprenticed to several masters. My education continued in the noble arts of course, but I was focused on learning to make something from anything." As if on cue he started to hammer the heated iron ingots into shape, creating a billet for one and the beginnings of a blade for the other. "After more than a decade of work, here I stand. One of the only remaining shapers in this country." The claws were filed and inserted into the blade, rough handles were made from scraps of leftover leather for both weapons, and the daggers were finished.

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Crafting two daggers. First from 2 iron. Second from 1 iron and 2 claws.
Masterwork check is 54 for both. 3 degrees possible.
65, 0 degrees. Iron Dagger (2i): 20 damage; Req 8 Str, 4 Agi, 4 K.
28, 2 degrees earned. Grand Claw Dagger (2c1i): 36 damage, fragmenting; Req 10 Str, 8 Agi, 2 K.

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"Be careful with that second one. It will shatter on impact. Woe be the thing you decide warrants it." Bone was a useful addition to a number of creations, and it was one of the last things he needed more practice using. Perhaps it was best to have gone that way though, now he understood the overall utility of it. "However the other one should serve just fine for a long time." Tyr handed over the pair of weapons handle first, carefully holding the clawed blade to avoid putting pressure on the semi-fragile bone. Shaping complete he started the cleanup process, covering the forge coals with ash and soot to preserve them while tossing the other scraps away. Some sweeping and everything was as it should be.

"Shall we return to the bar? I imagine our friend's meeting is over by now."··

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Now that the meeting was out of the way she could relax. She cast a spell over her face to return it to what it looked like before she became became a forgotten. When she was finished she lowered her hood and started stripping off her armor and stuffing it into her bag. Then she changed into some nice silks that were befitting of Korasuan high society during the dry season. A sarong tied at the waist, this one was scarlet dyed as well, and a matching top tied at the front. A silver diadem.

She would have liked to have some charcoal or something for her eyes. The upper levels of Korasus were bright. She thought about the Initiative Executioner and what she would say to the courts either on her own or via proxy. She would of course spread the news of her encounter. It was a big deal, Allyria had to admit.

She had not thought of the impact of showing her true face until now. She was starting to regret it. Perhaps a visit with the council was in order.

That's ehen another coughing fit racked her body. She almost fell over from the violence of it. She braced herself with the table and sat down, struggling to get a hold of herself.

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Hacklung roll: 10
WVFCqFGK 9, failed
Hp: 1080/1200

Recovery: 60

71 fail

My Face is Now a Mask
-Allyria takes on the appearance of herself, instead of the masked entity she has become.
-Cordons off 5% of her MP to maintain.
-Initial MP Cost: 20

*Glamours I, Thaumaturgy Master*·

[Deleted]

"Shapers?" Al'asard asked reaching to take the freshly forged daggers from Tyr's grasp. The banker gave them a cursory glance, checking the edges of the blades with the meat of his thumb. His curiosity was rewarded with thin red cuts along his fingers that welled with blood. From what he knew about knives, which wasn't much, was that the two he'd been given were fine utilitarian blades. Something that exemplified function over form. That suited Al just fine. He stored the blades on his person the iron blade finding its way to his left thigh with the bone being hidden along the small of his back. "I can't say I'm familiar with the term," he admitted before sticking a thumb into his mouth in order to quell the flow of blood. 

"Somedays I wish my parents had pushed me to explore my talents. It was pretty much known that I would follow after either of them being either a clerk like my father or a merchant like my mother. I'd already resigned myself to those two careers by the time I was able to count." he said past his thumb. "It would have been nice to explore what else the world might have had to offer. I guess I have such an opportunity now, eh?" Al gave a sheepish grin after pulling his thumb from his maw with a soft pop. 

"If not I'm sure Scarlet would appreciate our presence. Not that she needs any rescuing from what I've seen and heard but she didn't seem too thrilled to meet with the Alliance representatives. Can't say that I blame her." Al muttered the last bit, flaunting his thinly veiled contempt for the rebels. With his freshly made kit and arms the Drokagr made his way back to the table where his change in fortune began. 

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Hacklung Threshold: 80
9pcNZBcy
Failure
Recovery Threshold: 15

Failure
200 hp - 20 = 180 hp

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Al'asard entered the bar in time to see a woman entering a coughing fit. He stepped forward only to experience his own. He hacked violently struggling to pull his worn handkerchief from his new coat. No matter how much care he took he couldn't prevent splatters of blood from staining the fresh leather. If he weren't so busy coughing out his lungs he might have thought it a bad omen. 

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[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 40. mg9sIgTy

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"Understandable, not many survive to this day." His master had said something like 5 or 6 were suspected to still work around the country. Most were in hiding, their knowledge of creation was apparently a bit of a threat to the Kingdom. Something about being able to arm the masses at a moment's notice. Then his master had passed, several more years had gone by, and Tyr assumed most of them were gone as well. That meant the mantle had likely fallen to him alone. "They were skilled craftsmen, capable of handling every material in existence. It was said they could make anything, given the materials." Masters of all trades, jacks of none. A difficult thing to be.

"I find myself nearing the point that I might call myself a master shaper." He was a master of over half the known fields of crafting, and moving along nicely with his practice of the rest. Bone smithing eluded him more than anything else save fire potions and that was due to a complete lack of materials "My hope is to find more with the aptitude and train them in the old ways. To rebuild the profession, in the interest of rebuilding this country." A faint smile graced his lips as the pair walked towards the bar, the idea of a bright future shining in his mind. "Forgive me though, I'm rambling now."

As they walked into the bar Tyr spotted Allyria coughing and nearly went to assist her before Alduin suffered a fit as well. Between the two the Duke figured Allyria could handle herself, so he offered his assistance to Alduin. An outstretched hand to carefully guide the man to a seat. If the hand was accepted he would essentially drag or carry Alduin as necessary, his strength more than able to manage such a task, and get them over to Allyria's table. Misery loved company, might as well get everyone together.

[Jorkahn Wealddir]

Jorkahn made his way through the streets of Innorsford. He had decided to take a walk around the town in order to see for himself the scope of the decay to the infrastructure. The paper on the board had been a poignant reminder of the lot in life of many people in the country. The broken down buildings and services reminded him of his home all too much. He had taken a great deal of time staring at each place marked on the bulletin board. His thoughts had been melancholic at best. He was determined to help as many people as he could if only to keep his mind off his own problems. Besides, it's something Tyr would do, and as his Ritgr, regardless of if this was public knowledge or not, he had to uphold the man's honor and sensibilities in his own way.

The Champion of Jewels made his way to the bar after his little expedition around the town. There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary happening, having missed the alliance liaisons running in terror earlier that day. The Ritgr was aware of his Lord's presence in the town but was unsure as to his whereabouts. Fortunately, he wouldn't need to look much longer as he pushed the door open and saw the giant of a man tending to what he assumed was a Drowkagr having what he once again assumed was a hacklung episode. The young man noticed Allyria sitting at a table. The warrior had entered after she had recovered, but he noticed she didn't look entirely hale at the moment. Jorkahn waved to both, and whether or not they saw him, he made his way to the counter and got the attention of a staff member behind it.

"Pardon me, to whom do I inquire about donations towards rebuilding the town's infrastructure?"

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bRl960aK Threshold 10

[Azuloth]

Tasha Gayle looked at Jorkahn like he was crazy.

"Do I look like someone who knows that kind of thing? I'm twelve. Why are you talking to me you... adult."

Jessup bonked her with his free hand. In his other was a copper mug.

"Don't be rude, Tasha. You'd want to ask Baelfyre about the infrastructure thing. But he ran out of here after talking to that Drokagr woman over there. She a friend of yours?"

[Allyria Allenmorde]

Allyria didn't have much to say to Tyr or alduin right now. She did spot Jorkahn though and would wave him over. It was about time for his next magic lesson. Which brought her mind to Tyr again. If she was going to take Jorkahn then she needed his master's permission to do so.

"Tyr, I would like to borrow your Ritgr for some time. He is due for next magic lesson and I'm sure he'd like to see Korasus. You may want to procure healing potions or something for your excursion, by the way. Before the plague deprives you of your life before you've found any treasure."

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7XXrIn|9 57 success

Recovered from fit.

[Deleted]

Hacklung Recovery
Threshold: 15
PnAT41z5
Failure

180 hp - 20 = 160

Immortal Among my Own Kind
HP Regen +5
165 HP

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The violent hacking continued, Al'asard doubling over as Tyr brought him to a seat. He tried to express his gratitude only for the fit to increase in intensity. Flecks of blood turned into a small river of arterial red that dribbled from the corners of his mouth and down his chin. As he struggled to breathe he couldn't help but think back to his father's bout of sickness. Am I to follow your example even to the grave, father? Felled by sickness, broken and destitute? Al turned his back from his companions, failing to notice the newcomer or Scarlet's presence and altered appearance. He simply did his best to focus on the breaths that failed to come and the misery his ill health had brought. 

[Tyr]

Hacklung threshold 50.lp4Tlshb4, failure. Autorecover.

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After getting his new friend settled in a chair, Tyr glanced over Allyria's outfit. She seemed to have changed to fit her destination, even if the silks were somewhat out of place in the human styled areas of Cruinthe. It fit her well though, and was probably her own custom work. He caught a glance of Jorkahn waving from by the counter, but with him engaging in conversation over there Tyr focused on the more immediate happenings.

"Yes, that might be a good idea..." As he spoke his lungs erupted in his own fit. This damnable disease never seemed to leave him alone, and it put truth to Allyria's advice. If things continued at this pace it would only end one way. Given the potions he could at least survive a good while provided he stopped coughing. He could make some relatively strong healing potions given the ingredients for it, but storage would be limited. Thoughts came to mind in a flurry, things about magic and the remaining metal he had on hand from the earlier forging work. "Of course you may borrow him, but could you assist me briefly before you go?" As he spoke an iron ingot was pulled from a pocket of his work clothes. Using the tips of his fingers Tyr started to dig into the metal, cold forging the ingot with his bare hands and insane strength.

"I could use a way to store significant amounts of healing potions in a small container. Would your magic be able to help with that?" The ingot was formed into a long plate, and set in one open hand. In one motion he struck it with the side of his other palm and squeezed his hand shut, pushing the plate into a U shape. Pinching the side of the frame sealed the edges, and careful work made an open lip. He'd essentially made a flask without a stopper, but he could fix that easily. A cork from the bar would work just fine until he could make a proper one. "Specifically, would you be able to do anything with this?" He held the flask out to Allyria in one hand for her inspection. He had no idea what she might be able to manage with it, but it was worth a try.

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Crafting check for the Iron Flask:
Difficult (-30) + K or S (100) + Iron Smithing M(20) + Skillful Crafter (45) = Threshold 135. Autosuccess.
Iron Flask (Storage Capacity 1): Refillable, reusable iron flask.
Tyr HP 1250/2000