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Post by Lucien Lachance on Aug 25, 2009 15:51:49 GMT -5
His day started like any other, boring…morning set in, the male slumped out of bed choked down for fried bacon and egg, sat around for about a hour trying to wake up then headed down to the weapon shop, this is where he worked, least for now, though he wasn’t really in-training, anymore he was still growing in his own black smithy talents. “I’m in boss.” he gave half a wave and walking on back behind the counter and tied on his leather apron. “well get busy.” his boss(forgot name/race ^^ stated as he looked over some other stuff. “already steps ahead of ya.” he said lighting the Furnace. Yawning he covered his mouth and tied back his hair gathering it all messily on top his head in a rubber band. “and were Open.” the boss started and unlocked the door and changed the ‘closed’ sign to ‘open’ [assuming they use signs?] After a few hours a few customers started pouring in. One woman had ordered a repair of her husbands favorite sword, husband being in the City watch had broken it in a squabble of some sort, and had to use another blade, she wished to have it fixed by his birthday as a gift. “Please be careful with it, it was his fathers and his father’s fathers, hah I’m sure you get the idea.” the woman smiled kindly. As the tall male with messy black hair tied up took it and looked at it, she watched him curiously. She couldn’t help it his tan skin was a little different then used to. “I’ll see what I can do.” he smiled and took both peaces over to his working area. “ah, may I have your name sir?” the woman asked. “Its Luke….just call me Luke to young to be called Mister.” he smirked. She gave a small bow before walking away. As Luke started working his boss chuckled. “I think as soon as you leave my customers will too.” he sighed jokingly. “but you are doing a grate job, ever thought of asking any these people if they have a daughter? I see the way some of them stair at you.” he boss laughed. “Ah they do not.” Luke shook his head and seemed to dib something hot into some water as it made steam and hissing boiling sound until it cooled off. “so what else I got to do today?” Luke asked and reached over for a hammer.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 26, 2009 17:02:23 GMT -5
Nyorith had a hard time adjusting to cyrodiil. the people made him nervous, they all skittered away from him. he couldn't always understand it. if he hadwalked into town with his 'normal' cloths on they greated him warmly. but in his armor...was it that intimidating? he snorted, stupid people.
The people were indeed skirting around him. he had on a almost full suit of Deadric armor by the likes they haven't seen in cyrodiil, it was the rumored Morrowind varient it seemed stranger more twisted and harder. the colors set against his skin making him appear stricking and fierce, as his face was set in a grim line...again.
Nyroith rubbed his white goatee, set against his dark grey skin, and his shoulder length white hair. he wondered if he'd find that bosmer/alyied he was looking for? and wonderd if his old lover had found him yet. he needed to find a smithy, on the way here his armor and swords took a beating. his dark rich red eyes found a sign with the smithy symbol upon it. he walked up and opened the door looking around "hello?" he spoke in his deep rumble his voice sounding harsh from living near a active volcano for his long elvin year.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Aug 26, 2009 17:12:54 GMT -5
Luke had continued to work on the blade, hammering away, turning it smoldering it some more, a lot of work and time, he always spent, though that sometimes got in the way if something needed to be done quickly but either way the outcome was extraordinary.
The Store Owner turned towards the new customer and gave small wave and nod. “welcome to Peacemakers, how can we serve you today sir?” he Dunmer spoke.
By the looks of it the male seemed well off look at all that armor what if he wanted all that fixed? They’d be well off for a while, but though gold was nice, but the Dark-Elf was never one of greed or trickery anyway. Nor was Luke who really didn’t notice anyone entering the shop.
As he pulled the blade out once again and begin working on the hilt. Taking off the homemade grip tired around the handle and hung it up for a while, before moving the tools out of the way. He pulled out some leather binding and started to figure a new grip for the blade.
“Finest work in all Anvil.” the Elf almost boasted then nodded towards some of the weapons hanging up waiting for pick up or so on.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 26, 2009 21:37:00 GMT -5
Nyorith nodded "good i particularly need all that i am wearing and my weapons fixed," he gruffed out. "Cyrodiil has a problem with bandits." he said dully, he said in his rumble. "can you fix deadric armor...i would appriciate it if you could i've had this armor for about 40+ years." he explained. "and i would prefure to keep it for longer." he said as he started un doing the fastenings on his right gauntlet. "were should i place these?" Nyortih asked the fellow dark elf.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Aug 26, 2009 21:55:17 GMT -5
“wow…hum.” the male nodded fine indeed I can understand why you would want to keep it intact.” he added looking at the first piece he took off. “I myself have never worked with deadric.” he frowned a little. “and aye bandits.” he seemed to sigh lightly. “Luke!” the Orc shouted. The male in the back seemed to jump lightly then growl. “what?” he turned around and paused seeing customer and walked over. “what do you think about this man’s armor?” he asked. “what do I think about it boss?” he razed a brow. ‘don’t get smart what do you think you can repair it?”
Luke shrugged and took off his gloves and brushed back his hair before taking the first piece and looking it over. “Hummmm Never worked with it like this…” he said plainly the boss seemed a little irritated by it. “so wanna trust me fine I’ll do my best, or you can look for someone else.” he smirked plainly, least….he was honest? well he wasnt trying to sound rude...
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 27, 2009 12:09:20 GMT -5
Nyorith snorted "well aren't you a card." he gruffed out. "if you've worked with deadra before then this is no different." he said as he took off the other gauntlets, pauldrons and everything placing in on a table the dunmer cleared off.
"i won't fell bad if you can't fix this." he said while basically dropping a ruined deadric tower shield. "i despise mages..." he lightly barked. the deadric tower shield was mangled from obvious heat blast and by the looks of it a steady stream of it. the orc whistled "owch..."
"do you want me to test that theory on you Orisimer?" Nyorith growled, as all he was left in were his leather breaches. he felt exposed. He grabbed his bag a pulled out a tunic pulling it on and a pair of boots. the tunic was blue the breaches black and boots a dark brown.
"and my swords" he said placing a claymore, and two long swords. on the table as well. "i also have a makeshift cart outside the gates full of armor i gathered from the bandits. if you want them i can sell them to ya. cheap don't worry i may have plenty money but i still need to make some." Nyorith smirked. and it didn't look none too pleasantly he seemed to have particularly enjoyed his bandit encounters.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Aug 27, 2009 12:23:53 GMT -5
Luke smirked lightly as the Dunmer’s comment then folded his arms over his chest. “Alright then….” he rubbed his shoulder and stretched his arm around and about before doing same with his other arm. He didn’t really care, he’d met people what were nice, some rude some you couldn’t rightly tell what they were trying to be nice or not. So he shrugged it off, he got paid, and hopefully he’d like his work who cared right? “I’ll get to work on it, you wont be sorry.” he stated plainly and picked up a few pieces still examining them. “want the whole lot? Cracks filled brakes and crap redone, polished, and buffed out, shouldn’t be to hard.’ he smirked and then glanced at the Orc and nodded. Before looking back at the Dunmer. “but could take awhile, any time limit here?” he razed a brow not rudely, but for once serious looking.
As he started to hang the heavy armor up on hooks. The Orc soon fallowed and helped him. “Luke dose good work I feel you will not regret coming here.” he stated. “the boy has a natural talent, he might be better then myself even.” he Orc seemed to ponder that last statement. Luke just waved a hand jokingly and stretched once more.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 27, 2009 12:40:11 GMT -5
"no time limit...cause by the looks of things you have other orders to fill...my things can wait i expect no different treatment." Nyorith letting out a strange grumble of a yawn. "do you men know of a good inn?" he said looking rather tierd. "i'll go get the armor cart if you could spare someone to come with pullign that by yourself isn't easy." he gruffed out.
He hoped he hadn't offeneded anyone here in Cyrodiil already...he had only been here a week. he knew Cyrodiil was different from Morrowind he just hadn't realised how different.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Aug 27, 2009 13:06:10 GMT -5
Luke shrugged and nodded. “heh was only planning on finishing my others first, but its no big deal if your not in a hurry.” he yawned. The Orc smirked and grumbled . Luke spoke up. “the Counts Arms, a little extra you can get a good room and a drink.” he said then looked back at him and let nodded. “alright, I’ll help you,” he added. “need a little air before I get to work he took off the apron and hung it over a hook, and took the band out of his hair letting it fall over his shoulders, before puling it all back behind his shoulders in the band. “just tell me what to do.” he shrugged and watched him nodded that elf would lead he would fallow.
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Post by BlackRose on Aug 31, 2009 22:08:59 GMT -5
Nyorith Nodded and walked out into the streets of anvil. looking up quick at the encroaching clouds. "well lets do this quick..." he said to the one man called Luke. he walked off towards the gates, Luke followed. there were three guards men pulling the cart back into town. "there he is brothers...welcome back Mr. Dunmer we brought it in the gates as the weather seems to be turning most foul." he nodded at the encroaching storm. "i see thank you sir." he nodded his thanks. he grabbed one side from one of the guards. and Luke went and got the other, they pulled and one guard stayed to help push the cart to under the awning in frotn of the shop. "thank you guard, here take these." he said handing the guard some gold and jewels. ((ooc: i said he was loaded....lol he'd make a gold diggin' woman happy lol X3))
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Aug 31, 2009 22:20:27 GMT -5
“hum.” Luke smirked not one of many words as he helped them move the heavy cart. “heh how much you got in there?” he asked then watched him ‘pay’ the guard before putting his hands on his hips looking up at the approaching dark clouds and frowned a bit. His hair also started blowing about as the winds seem to come in. “wow…” he blinked a few times then nodded towards the elf and walked over to some crates and jumped upon one then easily jumped up on the roof and looked around, a hand on his head trying to keep his hair out of his eyes as he looked around.
“Not a weather expert, so cant really tell what were about to get but the sea looking kind of angry too.” he added. He was able to see over the city wall from there then looked back down and shrugged before bending down and jumping off the roof landing on his feet.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 2, 2009 8:46:15 GMT -5
Nyorith grunted "i have about 3 full sets of heavy armor i removed from there corpses, 5 light suits and random pieces of weaponry, and miscellaneous articles of armor that don 't match." he said and looked out to the sky.
Nyortih just folded his arms "looks like a nasty thunder and lightning storm if you ask me... you do live on the coast. storms tend to be nastier when you are close to the sea." thinking back to all the nasty storms he encountered when he stayed in Vivec for his house.
"shall we start loading the stuff in before it starts to rain?" he asked his voice scratchy
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 2, 2009 9:00:35 GMT -5
Luke looked towards the Dunmer and slowly nodded. Then smirked, “wow.” he looked at the cart and nodded. The glanced up ward at the sky before starting to help the male unload. While doing so the Orc came out. “Luke I-” he paused Luke waved a hand. “I’ll lock the place up, besides got nowhere to be I’ll just keep working, go on.” he smirked. “hum” the male grunted a thanks before hurrying towards the city gate.
Luke smirked and brushed his hair back. “cant tell I guess.” he smirked. “hes a big family man, lives quite a ways outside the city.” he added then Opened the door before continuing to carry armor inside with the Dunmer.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 3, 2009 21:59:20 GMT -5
[Skipping ahead some]
After helping the Dunmer unload the armor and other goods he bided him adue so he could work and the elf could find a place to stay as the storm rolled in. once inside he tired back his hair and stretched before sitting down to work.
This night he was full booked up orders to fill, things to fix, polish or finish up. Safe to say that’s what he did all night, not once worried about the storm he worked…taking his time till each peace of work was as good as the other, any thing he missed of messed up he redid… hammering away…all night long…he continued to work.
Morning came after the storm though most in town remained unharmed. A few branches or broken shingles no harm don’t to anyone most importantly. But by this time Luke finely ‘passed out’ shining that last piece of armor then he fell asleep at the desk/table fingers still gripping the cloth he used his arm as a pillow. Mouth slightly open breathing could be heard. [not snoring] he seemed to be in a deep slumber, covered and grease, oil and other things used in shining weapons or whatnot. But everything was finely done. As the owner finely came to open shop.
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