home for the night? (OPEN)

[Nayeli]

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{anajazpoak' pohazi'ar*}
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The sound of the forge was something that made certain dwarf smile with glee, especially myself. Standing at my work area, I had put the metal into the furnace hours ago and finally, the metal had metaled together perfectly. Already, two of my swords had been failures and it was mostly because some nosy idiot got in my way. Pouring the molten metal into a stone with a shape in it, I watched as it formed the small shape I needed. Allowing it to cool some before taking it out, I grabbed a drink of some water away from my forging area. As I returned, I moved the metal to my anvil and began hitting it hard with my hammer. Slowly it began to become longer and longer and I smiled each time I put it back in to heat the steal. Finally, it was where I wanted it and I let it cool without striking it with the hammer. I grabbed wool from the shelf and wrapped it to slow the cooling process... This was going to take a while and I took the apron from my waist and moved away and looked at my brothers.

"How long before ya come home?"

[/color] Glancing up at me from their bearded faces and then back to their working on their final weapons of the night.

"Probably in the next few hours, Anajaz. Ya tell me wife I will grab that goat fer supper." Lifting my hand in acknowledgement, I grabbed my bag and flung it over my shoulder. I didn't want to keep them from their work, so I moved from the forge and left. Walking to the market place, I knew I needed to grab something for dinner myself, as I didn't want to burden my brother's wife to feed me as well. Making my way into the market, I was quick to purchase some greens and meat before heading back to the tunnel that lead to my home.

"Ingeitum!" Turning, I pushed my red hair from my face and my brows came together in confusion before I saw one of the many dwarves come near me. "Ah, thank ya for stoppin' miss... My Farthen wanted to speak to you before you got home. He saw ya passin' by." Rubbing the back of my neck, I sighed and then nodded. If it was to help my forge, I would do what I needed to do. I moved into the tunnel towards the home of the boy and entered the home and gave a respectful nod to the woman of the home and her husband.

"Ah, my son managed to catch up, I was hopin' you could fashion me this." Taking the paper from him, I studied it for a moment and nodded. "Good. Then that is all. How much will it be?"

"That is somethin' I can't tell ya right now, but soon... I will figure it all out."[/color] With a quick farewell, I moved from the home and headed further into the tunnels and soon, entered the home I shared with my family. The wives of my brothers looked to me and I told them my brother's message and then, I went to a chair and looked at a few things. The door open for visitors to come in, I heard someone come in and looked up.
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Indomitis Amerasu strode confidently through the crowded hallways of the great capital city. The smell of each dwarf as they passed in the throng was somewhat overwhelming. The jostle of the crowds prevented him from making good time but he still made time. He was headed for the smith district, As he wanted a second opinion on something very important to him. Indomitis stopped in the middle of the hallway for a split second, the dwarves rushing past him atop the marble and sapphire floor. He reached into a fold in his tunic and withdrew a rolled piece of paper, he quickly lit the tobacco inside of it with a spell and then puffed. A blue colored smoke hung around his head in a nimbus after that and he enjoyed several more drags as he went further and further down into the belly of Tronjheim.

Stopping finally in the carved cavern that suited the smiths Indomitis surveyed the area with a practiced eye. The massive foundries that poured molten rock into smaller tanks were impressive. Yet more impressive was what the city dwellers had taken to calling “Smith music.” It is unknown whether the smiths know they do it or not but every day there is a distinct rhythm in the air as the forty or so Dwarven smiths all beat their respective blades. It was highly intoxicating and Indomitis wished he could spend hours listening to the lovely yet discordant tone.

Shaking his head Indomitis strode with purpose to a random blacksmith shop and opened the door. Inside was a well lit work area and a bearded dwarf who looked up at him. “Aye, lad I’m aboot to close for tha day, would ya mind coming back tumorrah?”[/b] the accent of the dwarf was obviously of the smith clan and Indomitis shook his head in response. “I am sorry sir, for what I need cannot be done tomorrow, would you please tell me sir if you know of any smiths that might be still working?” Indomitis bowed his head slightly and the hilt of his fabled sword shone momentarily.”Well then you want Anna sonny, she’s the only dwarf I know who stays around past time for supper. She’s three shops down and on the left of the onyx fountain...” the dwarves voice cut off suddenly as if seeing the patron in his shop for the first time. His eyes grew wide and he quickly started chewing on the side of his beard.

Before the shop keep could say anything Indomitis left the shop and struck down the wide and warm hallway towards the shop that the dwarf had mentioned. Thinking to himself and dragging a bit more on his cigarette he was soon lost in thought ‘I know that the blade is old, and I fear it might need work done to it. However the blade is old and was warded with spells even I do not recognize. They must be ancient and powerful indeed. Would a smith even be able to check the blade with a hammer? Or would the wards stop that? I can probably write a new one enabling the smith to work but how many layers of enchantments would I have to circumvent?’

Suddenly finding himself before the shop that the other dwarf had mentioned Indomitis quickly opened the door, his figure was not commanding, but his eyes might be. And as they sought the shop keeps the eerie grey orbs stared around the room. It was empty.

Having lost his quarry Indomitis strode back down into the winding and layered tunnels of the ignietum halls. He occasionally stopped and asked a dwarf if they knew where the smith Anna dwelled. After several failed attempts and a stop off at a rough inn to grab a mead he met someone who told him "Aye laddie!, ya just mished the turnoff ya shee? instead of turning right to comes to tha inn ya shouda taken that there left. go a few blocks and then its the last house on the left before the marble water well."

Indomitis enjoyed his stroll through the sweltering warm halls and occasionaly sparked a finger to light a new cigarette as his ran dry. He kept up a brisk pace, grateful that he had left his gear at the barracks. No one was recognizing him, and he kinda wanted it that way for he had a sword to repair. Following the drunk dwarve's instructions led Indomitis to the right house.

Not bothering to knock as that was a human custom he opened the door and stepped inside. the room was full of women. Indomitis' eyes narrowed in scrutiny as he saw two attended meals for their husbands and the other sat in a chair. To this day Indomitis does not know if it was sheer dumb luck or simply intuition that made him mark the one sitting down as the smith. He knew that his presence unannounced may cause them alarm but he was not overly worried.

Saying nothing Indomitis reached to his back and unsheathed his sword. Laying it on the table before the chair, he posed a question to the shop keep. The question was simple, yet it was said with such somber tone and severity that it usually made people listen to Indomitis all the more carefully.

“Shop keep, I need a second opinion of this blade. As you can see the blade is composed of Metal infused with diamond and sapphire. It is highly warded in magic and has never failed me. I am concerned however that I am unable to repair this small notch. Located two hand lengths and a finger from the tip on the left side on the top of the blade. Smith,” he said addressing the shop keep by her profession “what do you think of the matter”[/color]
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[Nayeli]

’introducing
{anajazpoak' pohazi'ar*}
featuring--! --! ---! ---!

Seeing a man I recognized as a man known as Indomitis Amerasu, I put my paper down and brown eyes looked towards the man as he strolled into my home. This caught the attention of my sister-in-laws, but seeing that he seemed to come towards me, they didn’t say anything, only continued their work. As he pulled the sword from it sheath, I looked at it as it was placed before me. Grabbing the pommel with my hand, I pulled it up to observe everything for a moment. Why had he brought this to me? Other than normal tatter, it seemed fine… ”Shop keep, I need a second opinion of this blade. As you can see the blade is composed of Metal infused with diamond and sapphire. It is highly warded in magic and has never failed me. I am concerned however that I am unable to repair this small notch. Located two hand lengths and a finger from the tip on the left side on the top of the blade. Smith, what do you think of the matter.”

Well, it seemed work was following me home and I stood from my chair and motioned him to come with her towards another room. As she went into another room, it opened into a small forge like area. ”The magic is very powerful, however, whatever you struck seemed to must have had a strong ward… What caused this?”

[/color] I asked him, sitting it down on a nice, wooden table and sitting down on the other side. [/blockquote][/blockquote]

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[Lisenet]

It had taken Roa ages to wend her way through the impossibly circuitous walls and tunnels of the Dwarves' capitol city, but finally at least she'd made it to a place with sentient creatures rather than just rats and blind lizards. The lizards made for interesting eating, but the rats bit, and Roa didn't care for meals that bit back. It was rude. On occasion, the dwarves she did pass glanced at her with a tilted head of confusion, or a cocked eyebrow--she didn't warrant that sapphire-blue felines were very plentiful in this country--but none bothered to stop her. One--a wizard, she could tell by the smell on him--did crouch down closer to her eye level, and because she was in a polite mood she stopped too, sitting primly, and stared imperiously up at him. "What manner of beastie are you?" he inquired, clearly not sure if he addressed her or just spoke to himself aloud. He scratched at his neck beard--poor dwarves, not having nice soft fur as the werecats did--and reached out a hand. His fingers drooped loosely curled from his hand and wrist, invitingly nonaggression. Roa's whiskers twitched; she wasn't sure she wanted to make any introductions today. But his fingers smelled like fish so eventually she gave a knuckle a lick and permitted him to rub her head with his blunt fingertips. The wizard grinned. "Well, at least part of ye's normal," he murmured.

Roa sat with the wizard for as long as he paid the proper attention to her, but at last he said he had other things to attend to. Determined not to be the one left behind, Roa took off, careful to make it seem as though she too had urgent business that required her direct attention. She cornered and dismembered a particularly bony lizard for lunch, enjoying the effort of extracting all the juicy bits from the poky bones, gave herself a once-over for grease spots, and trotted off again. At last she came to a doorway that sounded interesting--there were women's voices inside it, low and soothing, simply because they weren't as abrupt as the shouts and bellows men of all races seemed to prefer--so she ambled up to it. She couldn't get the knob to turn by butting at it or grasping at it with her paws--which were good for all sorts of things, if less so the man-made ones--so she huffed, irritated, stretched up to claw at the door, and yowled. This was all sorts of undignified. All homes and places of business ought to leave a window open for cats to come and go if they wished to visit, it was simple courtesy.