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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 9, 2008 17:50:53 GMT -5
A large, extravagant building, forged from the very fires it houses. Narrow, yet elegant buttresses flow from the building and into the street, leading any who like to view the work of the best Blacksmith in the Free Cities. Emblazoned upon the face of the smithy is a single symbol, and all locals, collectors, and armorers (and wearers alike) know this symbol to represent Master Zuul.
The sound of dozens of hammers clanging greets any within five hundred yards. Large plumes of smoke curl from the myriad chimneys exhausting the vaporish waste of the day's work.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 13:48:09 GMT -5
Rin returned to the smithy, pushing a small cart. Inside the cart was a crate. Inside the crate was materials for smithing. Inside the materials, well, the Stranger only knew what was inside those.
He pushed the cart into a corner, and dusted his hands off.
"That was harder than I anticipated."
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 13:49:57 GMT -5
"In time, it will be as easy as breathing, Rin", Master Zuul said from an upper level of the smithy, not even looking down at Rin.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 13:50:58 GMT -5
"Perhaps you can help me." A voice asked.
Daario Eviirit stepped into the light of the fire, smiling.
"I have recently come into a good portion of money, and I am thinking of commemorating the occasion by having a statue forged."
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 14:01:01 GMT -5
Zuul leaned over a railing, "Of what metal, and of whom?", he asked.
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 14:02:41 GMT -5
"Whatever is shiniest!" Daario called, smiling. "And of me, good man."
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 14:06:25 GMT -5
"Ha!" Zuul said as he arranged some precious metals on the second floor. He looked back over the railing, "Leave a sketch with one of my apprentices and I'll look it over later."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 14:08:03 GMT -5
"Wish that I could, Smith, but I'm afraid I'm a terrible artist! Why not just have a look at me?"
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Post by Crakehall on May 12, 2008 14:09:47 GMT -5
"Don't have the time now, stranger, but present yourself to my apprentice Rin down there. He has got quite the eye!"
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 12, 2008 14:24:30 GMT -5
"Well?" Daario asked, fanning his arms out before him. "What must I do? Shall I pose? I can reproduce a great albatross." He arched his arms and lifted a leg.
Rin harumphed. "If that's how you want the statue to look, keep it up."
Daario dropped his arms. "What shall I do then?"
Rin smirked. "Just stand there for a moment." He eyed the Tyroshi for a moment, changing his perspective a few times before nodding.
"Right." The apprentice announced. "What garment will you be wearing in the statue?"
Daario paused. He looked down at himself and shrugged. "This will do I suppose. Nothing too frilly, I want it to look powerful. As striking as I am in life." He winked.
"I suppose you want it made out of tin then?" Rin jested, walking toward his crate.
"Yes, the most expensive and lustrous tin in the world. Women should become pregnant just at the sight of it. At a hundred paces."
Rin laughed. "I think you'll need more than statue. What sort of arrogance is this anyhow? I don't see many folk getting statues molded of themselves."
Daario chuckled. "You'll not meet many like me at all." He offered his hand. "The name is Daario Eviirit, a specialized messenger."
Rin shook his hand. "Just Rin. I'm obviously an apprentice blacksmith."
"Odd." Daario noted. "Usually by your age, one would be at least a novice, if not a journeyman." He smirked. "Slow learner?"
"I'm only five and ten." Rin said, shaking his head. "So, in fact, I'm a bit advanced."
Daario seemed to find this hilarious. "Your ridiculously tall for fifteen. Are you sure you're not just simple minded, and actually much older?"
Rin scowled. "Certain of it."
"Well, Apprentice Rin, I must be going. I shall stop by later in the week to check on the progress. I'll bring copious amounts of generosity as well."
Rin nodded. "Try not to blow away in the wind."
Daario laughed. "I may be thin, but my exceptionally sized brain weighs me down."
"I thought your head was a bit big." Rin said, smirking. "But yes, come back later in the week, and bring your coins. It won't be cheap."
Daario laughed. "I would expect no less."
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Post by Prince Rin Baratheon on May 26, 2008 16:08:04 GMT -5
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Rin had been working ever harder to complete his training. He had a feeling that something was going to happen, and he might not get another opportunity to learn all that he could. So he spent many long hours at the smithy with Master Zuul. He would arrive earlier than anyone, sometimes earlier than the Grandmaster himself, and leave far later. All the while, the Prince, whom hardly anyone knew as such, had a constant spectre. A man who watched him work, day after day, from various vantage points.
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