Post by Roald on Sept 8, 2017 6:58:29 GMT -5
Roald sat up in the low bed that dominated his room, the bed creaking under his bulk and Roald making the accompanying sounds of a large older man getting out of bed. He'd slept in far to long it seemed if his stiff joints were anything to go by, but it wasn't something that he could help now, and it wasn't like he had much to do now days anyway. The alliance controlled the majority of the south and as such he was no longer in any real danger from Julgrava, unless of course the alliance lost so badly that the sorceror king's forces made it this far south. Now that he was in very little danger he found that he could live a much more free life, but with that freedom came the realisation that he didn't know what it was he wanted to do, he'd spent so long simply smithing in the mountains that he was unsure what else he'd like to do with himself. Barring the one incident with a Skulvor and a small trip to Morith and Sorath that had proved fruitless, he'd not really done much with himself since going into seclusion, a seclusion he was now freed from.
Dressing himself in his usual smiths apron and brown homespun Roald moved into the main room of his workshop and examined what little iron he had, only seven ingots left. Not that he really knew what to make with them, he had no need of any new tools, nor had he had any orders lately from the few that knew of him as a smith around this area.
The only thing that he could think of that he needed, or rather that the Skulvor had outlined a need for, was protection and a weapon so that he wouldn't fall prey should another come down the mountain. He was reluctant however to begin crafting weaponry and armour, if he were to have to use them could he trust himself to hold back and not surrender to power once again. It was a tough decision, he greatly feared what he could become once again, but were he to go out into Cruinthe he'd be stupid to do so without some arms and armour, he'd learnt that lesson once already.
One ingot made it's way into his hands, and he held it up to his eye level for several moments as he contemplated the action he was about to take. A short shake of his head followed not long after and the ingot along with two more made it into the forge, Roald pumping the billows and allowing the iron to heat. Once it was heated sufficiently he took it out and began the task of hammering it into a chestplate for himself. Starting with the purely defensive measures seemed the safest way to go, and the purely defensive items were much easier mentally for him to make.
MP: 118/133 -15
-15 MP from Earthen Familiarity
Rolling to create armour from 3 iron ingots
Simple (30) Knowledge (15) MoM (5) Iron Smithing I (5) Armour Smithing (5) Earthen Familiarity (10) Threshold: 70
shHuaWzP
The chestplate came out looking perfectly fine, yet when he slammed it against the anvil it shattered into several large pieces, showing how brittle the piece was and how in fact it was completely unsuitable. It had been some time since he'd made armour so it was no surprise he was rusty, but still it dissapointed him somewhat to see a creation fail. All that he could do was try again, although he was rapidly running out of his already small iron stores.
MP: 103/133 -15
-15MP from Eathern Familiarity
Rolling to create armour from 3 iron ingots
Simple (30) Knowledge (15) MoM (5) Iron Smithing I (5) Armour Smithing (5) Earthen Familiarity (10) Threshold: 70
This piece didn't even make it off of the anvil, a large crack appeared as he hammered the iron into shape, and once it was cracked sealing the two pieces together would compromise the integrity of it, it wasn't worth keeping. Unfortunately it meant he was basically out of iron, a definite problem. He had one ingot left, and there wasn't much he'd be able to make from that.·
Dressing himself in his usual smiths apron and brown homespun Roald moved into the main room of his workshop and examined what little iron he had, only seven ingots left. Not that he really knew what to make with them, he had no need of any new tools, nor had he had any orders lately from the few that knew of him as a smith around this area.
The only thing that he could think of that he needed, or rather that the Skulvor had outlined a need for, was protection and a weapon so that he wouldn't fall prey should another come down the mountain. He was reluctant however to begin crafting weaponry and armour, if he were to have to use them could he trust himself to hold back and not surrender to power once again. It was a tough decision, he greatly feared what he could become once again, but were he to go out into Cruinthe he'd be stupid to do so without some arms and armour, he'd learnt that lesson once already.
One ingot made it's way into his hands, and he held it up to his eye level for several moments as he contemplated the action he was about to take. A short shake of his head followed not long after and the ingot along with two more made it into the forge, Roald pumping the billows and allowing the iron to heat. Once it was heated sufficiently he took it out and began the task of hammering it into a chestplate for himself. Starting with the purely defensive measures seemed the safest way to go, and the purely defensive items were much easier mentally for him to make.
MP: 118/133 -15
-15 MP from Earthen Familiarity
Rolling to create armour from 3 iron ingots
Simple (30) Knowledge (15) MoM (5) Iron Smithing I (5) Armour Smithing (5) Earthen Familiarity (10) Threshold: 70
shHuaWzP
The chestplate came out looking perfectly fine, yet when he slammed it against the anvil it shattered into several large pieces, showing how brittle the piece was and how in fact it was completely unsuitable. It had been some time since he'd made armour so it was no surprise he was rusty, but still it dissapointed him somewhat to see a creation fail. All that he could do was try again, although he was rapidly running out of his already small iron stores.
MP: 103/133 -15
-15MP from Eathern Familiarity
Rolling to create armour from 3 iron ingots
Simple (30) Knowledge (15) MoM (5) Iron Smithing I (5) Armour Smithing (5) Earthen Familiarity (10) Threshold: 70
This piece didn't even make it off of the anvil, a large crack appeared as he hammered the iron into shape, and once it was cracked sealing the two pieces together would compromise the integrity of it, it wasn't worth keeping. Unfortunately it meant he was basically out of iron, a definite problem. He had one ingot left, and there wasn't much he'd be able to make from that.·