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| Lin | A hunt for Lin's smithy in the East Quarter of Great Forks is hardly difficult. So few buildings have thick smoke pouring from a chimney or are built entirely from non-flammable materials! It's located on a street corner and has a wide open entrance so that a great deal of supplies can be hauled in via pack animal. The external's nothing special at all. Mundane and drab. No effort spent on advertising.... but the hammering of hammer on etal-and-anvil is clean and pure, like a music of its own. Few hammer arms result in sounds like that while folding steel!
The design of the place is quite smart. The floor is quite open with a few different work benches and tool racks spread seemingly haphazardly across it, and a great brick forge blazing in the middle - driven by a set of monstrous bellows. At the moment, Lin's hammering away at what looks like...spears? Not quite spears. Fence posts, maybe? But with a shape similar to spears. Fine, silvery poles of a smooth, luxurious twisted design ending in sharp points. It's a wonder something so fine can COME from mere hammering but that's what happens as she draws out the glowing metal and beats it into shape. Finished product lines the walls. All sorts of tools - farming implements. Cookware. Knives. Boxes and boxes of nails. horseshoes. Most of it gleams as though finely polished, and not one item - except for the nails - is undecorated. Each shovel, each knife, and each pot has different engravings or embossings. Simple geometric shapes for the most part. Patterns pleasing to the eye. Though some have the symbols of various local gods, and others depict one or more of the Five Elements in iconography. A curious few even show off the sun, moon, and stars in different arrangements... There aren't any weapons though, even though the blades of the knives gleam with wicked sharpness! |
| Wandering Lion | Wandering Lion has been living up to his name. And then some. And well... he met a few local Gods of Drinking and probably got drunk a few times. But yep. Lion's finally found the information from his merchant questioning. And well... here he is. Just stepping into the forge.
Staring a bit at the variety of tools, Lion starts to walk amongst them as he waits to see if she notices him. The cookware and others have him leaning forward to look but not touch. Nope. No touching. Touch it, you buy it. Yep. Of course, he can't help but pick up any mug if there is one to examine that! Drinking mugs are some of the finest art for him, next to the natural world around him. Seriously. If she shows no signs, however, he comments, "Glorious work, blacksmith, what would the price of this be? Or is it as priceless as it looks?" |
| Lin | There are indeed plenty of mugs. Also, unmistakably a box of barrel ties... not that those will be of any use to Lion. But metal is used in an awful lot, and Lin seems to be churning out oodles of anything made with it. Including intermediary goods!
The barest shift of her eyes shows that she's taken notice of a customer... but it darkens a hint as she continues hammering for a good ten seconds, POINTEDLY IGNORING the man as he peruses. Her back is the only thing facing him... and boy does it seem cold and DISPLEASED. Because the moment he speaks she ceases hammering and RIGIDLY rises, releasing her hold on the bellows and adjusting the flue to dramatically reduce airflop and cool down the fire. No need to waste fuel, after all! "Ye've got a lot of nerve tromping in here after making me fend for meself while gallivanting all over hell's half-acre." She exclaims . Only when the word's done echoing through the shop does she turn around, fixing him with a twitchy look that nevertheless betrays pride in the praise! "But you've got a good eye for the work I love... what'm I to do with a man like that, hey?" Turning the rest of her body around, Lin twirls her hammer - a small one for fine detail work - about in her hands like a baton, quick enough to blur. Not the easiest feat in the world! She's looking at Lion expectantly. Perhaps hoping he has something to say about that mess.... |
| Wandering Lion | Lion shrugs, "I was angry at the time. What that person found was not something easily known." He mentions, looking over the mug. "Anger blinds one to the beauty around them, even as love for what one does can do the same."
Lion sets the mug down to pick up another, looking it over. His choices seem to be more towards those like his name. Ones that might have felines, no matter how geometric they look, or other animals at a run on their design. "I am just glad that such a beautiful smith is not hard to find these days. The merchants talk about you a lot." He muses out loud. |
| Lin | "...." Lin purses her lips grouchily at this response... at first. Mulling it over. Though as the words 'beautiful smith' are spoken her face colors an almost luminous pinkish shade and cheeks puff out. The spinning hammer's very nearly fumbled but she catches it before it can tumble to the ground!
There are thankfully some feline designs available. Lions and Tigers both, though they're the only recognizable cats. One of the mugs is actually made of bronze and features a LOT of tiger embossing... is that a play on Dawn Castes maybe? She slowly exhaaaaaales, calming herself. "You just say whatever without attention to details, huh.... not quite 'n apology, but..." The flush deepens a bit! "I-i'll take it." Another slow exhale, and she now folds her arms, sprouting a prideful smirk at the praise. "Surprised one person can do all this? ... to tell you the truth, I'm holding back... and it stinks. I wanna cut loose... but too much attention.... though, that person knows things he shouldn't... couldn't... who the heck was it?" |
| Wandering Lion | Wandering Lion shrugs, "I do not know... I could have sworn I saw something... odd, however. When he made our marks reveal themselves."
Looking towards Lin, Wandering Lion turns to walk over towards her. "I do not usually apologize, Lin. It is not in my nature because of my past and I am a bit too proud. You did, however, try to use me as protection that turned out to be not needed at all." Frowning a little, Lion looks around carefully, then sighs. "And this worries me perhaps a bit. Your doing all this and holding back. I found some information on who that person was saying might be trying to make moves in this part of the world. House Cynis supposedly, if the merchants are to be believed." |
| Lin | "Nnnngggggggggggghhh." Is Lin's answer to the comment about House Cynis. She shifts uncomfortably from one leg to the other, arms still folded, and looks partially askance... attention shifting atowards a wall? Anywhere but Lion's face.
Still a little blushy. "He was probably another kind of... Exalted. What sort, can't tell you. But we're not the ONLY kind. There's the Dragon-Blooded, the shapeshifters, and others.." She muses aloud in a growly and irritated voice - she hates not knowing what's going on! ".. 'n if they're really on the move, we're better off teaming up instead of bickering... Wyld Hunt.. gods... don't wanna think about it! I.. ain't much of a fighter." |
| Wandering Lion | The idea that she isn't very fighter like has Wandering Lion raising an eyebrow at that thought. "Interesting. I thought most of us could fight in some way. Do you need help in that regards, although I warn my way is more... personal. You might be better asking Phoenix if you want to be able to defend yourself."
His lips come together as he looks around. "Although... I wonder. Have you ever looked into sorcery?" He looks perhaps a bit curious there. The idea of someone making so much, but not making it enchanted somehow or another? That is a bit odd for him. |
| Lin | "I ain't helpless." Lin admits with a spluttery noise. "... But if Immaculate Monks are on the move... I'm in trouble. They train for YEARS, y'know! ... can't really afford to be picky... who's Phoenix again?"
She purses her lips at the Sorcery comment... and then lowers her arms. "Ah.... suppose there are a couple of those around." |
| Wandering Lion | Lion looks to Lin carefully. "No, I am saying perhaps you should look into sorcery. Sorcery requires a bit of dedication, but with you could be an asset that even the Wyld Hunt might turn away from."
He steps closer to Lin. "I know some, but only one spell truthfully. And I do not think it would suit you at all to learn that one. You could, perhaps, seek out a sorcerer and learn from them in your spare time. Plus, it might help make even greater works." |
| Lin | "Yeah, I meant... I know there's a few around here in Great Forks. You're probably right. I just... figured a Sorcerer might be able to figure out what I am. Didn't want that getting out. ... Might have to take the risk though..." Lin bites her lower lip, clearly troubled by this stream of developments.
Then, out of the blue she asks, "...You wouldn't happen to know why this just... happens, right? I know the tales, but they ain't true... I'm no demon. You sure ain't..." |
| Wandering Lion | Wandering Lion looks down, frowning for a moment. "I do not know for sure. My own was part of the secret that person had."
"I was once a slave. I was captured when I was only 14 summers old. They put me in the arena. To live or die. I lived. I fought. I bled, I fought..." Wandering Lion turns to move over where he can actually look at the forge itself. "Not all of us have it easy. When I was chosen, I was being beaten because I refused to kill any more. I found ways to strangle, to place opponents to sleep rather than kill with my bare hands, with tiger claws, with metal gauntlets, katars, whatever they threw in with me." His hands clench into fists visibly. "That day... I do not know what happened fully, but I had a vision. It drives me to this day. There was wrong in the world. What was wanted, was for it to be right. To bring that right to the world. To free those that were enslaved wrongly, to bring the balance back." He smiles, sadly. "And somehow, when I received that vision, I was encased in armor. You might hear of it eventually. The Lion's Revolt they call it now. I freed my fellow slaves, I walked the halls of the arena and made sure no one remembered us on fear of dieing or because they were already dead." |
| Lin | Lin SHUDDERS at this bit of knowledge. "A... an arena slave... gods. Who the hell.... grrr." No, she knows full well who could've, and it puts a sour look on her face as she imagines it.
Some kinds of slavery are way better than others, and that's one of the worst. ".....Heh." She finally burbles out, showing a grin. "Not gonna stand in the way of that dream. Not sure how much my skills can help it. World could use fewer slaves. 'Specially of THAT sort..." |
| Wandering Lion | Lion gives a wistful smile. "I suppose it is why I indulge in my one vice that I seem to have acquired from then. I drink far too much these days, but it helps. Drinking to forget it all."
Turning, Lion looks to Lin and gives a grin. "True. I can come along if you really want a back up plan if a sorcerer recognizes you for being what you are. Surprisingly, I found a way that is pretty good at detecting when someone is busy doing weird things they should not be usually."S |