[RP Game] ALL THE SILVERSTEEL!

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   Sorry that this is late, it's been a busy few days.  And I know that this is out of turn, but I'll work it in without disturbing the flow of things.
Roryn Skullsplitter, of the clan Skullsmasher, wakes up in his tavern room in a foul mood.  Yesterday, during a key moment of crafting, he struck the magnificent axe he had been working on just a trifle too hard.  It flattened the blade, and made the edge just a little brittle.  He had thrown the whole project back into the fire, melting it back into slag.

Any other smith would have simply folded the cutting edge back into itself making it slightly unbalanced, however Roryn was no ordinary smith.  His fame had spread far and wide, causing Queen Auraya to ask for his particular talents crafting an axe for a potential suitor.

Dressing swiftly in his sweat stained clothes, he then heads down to the common room of the tavern.
He sits in a chair by the fire, and orders his breakfast...the same breakfast he has eaten for the past three months.  25 blood sausages, a bakers dozen of wheatcakes with syrup and butter, and 3 flagons of dwarven fire ale.  Shoveling his food in, he ignores all conversation, mentally crafting the axe in his head.

Pushing away from the table, he drains the last of his ale, and heads to the smithy to begin his work.  In order to pay for the rent the local smith is charging him, he steels himself to craft some mundane items before he can devote time to his axe.  "For some reason, this community tends to need door panels quite often," he muses.

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Bartok Lizardbane Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List New Poster Joined: 03 Jan 2013 Location: Iowa Status: Offline Points: 5	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 04:59
	Sorry that this is late, it's been a busy few days. And I know that this is out of turn, but I'll work it in without disturbing the flow of things. Roryn Skullsplitter, of the clan Skullsmasher, wakes up in his tavern room in a foul mood. Yesterday, during a key moment of crafting, he struck the magnificent axe he had been working on just a trifle too hard. It flattened the blade, and made the edge just a little brittle. He had thrown the whole project back into the fire, melting it back into slag. Any other smith would have simply folded the cutting edge back into itself making it slightly unbalanced, however Roryn was no ordinary smith. His fame had spread far and wide, causing Queen Auraya to ask for his particular talents crafting an axe for a potential suitor. Dressing swiftly in his sweat stained clothes, he then heads down to the common room of the tavern. He sits in a chair by the fire, and orders his breakfast...the same breakfast he has eaten for the past three months. 25 blood sausages, a bakers dozen of wheatcakes with syrup and butter, and 3 flagons of dwarven fire ale. Shoveling his food in, he ignores all conversation, mentally crafting the axe in his head. Pushing away from the table, he drains the last of his ale, and heads to the smithy to begin his work. In order to pay for the rent the local smith is charging him, he steels himself to craft some mundane items before he can devote time to his axe. "For some reason, this community tends to need door panels quite often," he muses.

Aral Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Forum Warrior Joined: 20 Sep 2012 Status: Offline Points: 205	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 05:49
	Duín struck a chord, and the band started to play. Music filled the smokey tavern as dwarves quaffed and laughed and generally had a good time. He surveyed the crowd. Plenty of regulars, generally miners enjoying themselves after a day of silversteel mining, however there were a few faces in the crowd he wasn't familiar with. Well, soon enough they'd be dancing along to his music. "When all you touch/turns silversteel/can wear you down/can make you feel/as if the days/have grown too long/and work is just/a form of sonnngggg...." He sang. A commotion in the back made him stop. Looking around, he recognized a dwarf with decidedly pointy ears, who was striding toward the stage. Queen Auraya. Something was definitely amiss, judging by the worried look in her eyes. [Link to the song Duín sings]. Edited by Aral - 03 Feb 2013 at 05:50
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Scorpiain Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Greenhorn Joined: 21 Dec 2012 Location: The so Sunny UK Status: Offline Points: 65	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 08:36
	Hamlick stumbled out of his house and up into the daylight, at the entrance to the tunnel network, he stood still for a few moments, blinking to adjust his eyes to the first rays of sunlight creeping over the trees nearby. Just as he finished getting his last taste of fresh air, before a long day down in the mine, he heard delicate footsteps moving up behind him at quite a pace, Hamlick started too turn, but suddenly he found himself flung down into the mud. Hamlick lifted his head out of a pool of rather nasty smelling mud, (It hadnt rained, so what made the mud wet, he decided he did not want to know), just in time to see a tall dwarf with decidedly pointy ears heading into the tunnel network at a fair pace.. Hamlick picked himself up, sighed and wiped his face and hands on a handy sheep that had walked too close to the tunnel (refer to the mud earlier) and set off after his Queen, in a decidedly bad mood, but if the Queen wasnt paying attention to her subjects, something must have shaken her

Susan Calvin Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List New Poster Joined: 03 Feb 2013 Status: Offline Points: 4	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 10:04
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Auraya Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster Joined: 17 Nov 2011 Status: Offline Points: 523	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 10:30
	[Just. You can only be either human or dwarf, I'll mail you. Everyone will know you're not a special since those have already been assigned. It's up to you. If you want in, pick a dwelling. Houses 8-10 are free, as is room 5.] Edited by Auraya - 03 Feb 2013 at 10:31

Mayflower Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Wordsmith Joined: 29 Nov 2012 Location: Lan Larosh Status: Offline Points: 124	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 11:20
	Mayflower settled down in an empty seat and orders a mug of watered ale. After a day of hard work, she was glad to be able to relax with her fellow dwarfs in the tavern. As she stretched her sore limbs, she took a look around the large common room. To her surprise, she saw Queen Auraya sitting at an empty table on her own, looking quite distraught. Mayflower had not spoken directly to the Queen before, but she knew that Auraya was a good ruler that cared for her people. Mayflower wondered why the Queen looked so upset, and she wished there was something she could do to cheer the good Queen up. Edited by Mayflower - 05 Feb 2013 at 11:37

Halithore Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Greenhorn Joined: 21 Dec 2012 Location: United Kingdom Status: Offline Points: 77	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 15:25
	Hali sat in the Tavern with a large glass of strong dwarven ale, a hard day of work behind him his thoughts now firmly fixed on wasting the night away. As he sat drink in hand at the table he could hear the band starting to play in the background. The song served only to remind him of the place he was trying to forget, so trying to blank it out he took up his glass and finished what was in it in one large gulp before setting off to the bar for another. As he was on route to the bar he noticed the Queen looking very stressed and his thoughts wandered to what she could be so panicked about. Looking obviously hurried however he thought it best to let her on with her business, he was sure if it was important he would hear about it soon enough. With that he shouted to the barkeep for another glass and went back to his seat to continue his quest of forgetting the day.
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Thes Hunter Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Wordsmith Joined: 13 Jul 2012 Status: Offline Points: 129	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 15:45
	Thes trudged into town, with a large woven basket over flowing with glowing mushrooms on her back. At the edge of town she drew herself up, and sniffed the air warily. "I feel something coming in the Air tonight... Oh Lord." She grumbles quietly to herself. She hurries to the back of the tavern as fast as her heavy burden will let her, where she dumps the entire basket in the back. She hurries into the Tavern to confirm her fear, that tragedy has struck the town.
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Ithilwien Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List New Poster Joined: 31 Dec 2012 Location: USA Status: Offline Points: 13	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 20:01
	Ithilwien is in her usual spot next to the bar offering greetings to all the strong young dwarves as they come in from a hard day in the mines or practicing their craft. As she is enjoying a mug of dwarven ale and the "scenery" the queen, looking particularly bothered and in a hurry, moved past the bar toward the stage. "maybe she too wants the song to end" she said under her breath but worried that the queens demeanor appeared to have a more serious nature

Auraya Members Profile Send Private Message Find Members Posts Add to Buddy List Postmaster Joined: 17 Nov 2011 Status: Offline Points: 523	Posted: 03 Feb 2013 at 21:05
	The Queen had been rushing about all day making arrangements for Luna's funeral. Looking around her, she realised most people had not heard about the murder. Where was Yoink? Sighing, she stood up to make the announcement. "For those of you who have not heard the news, a loyal dwarf and good friend to the community has been murdered. Evidence suggests that this was down to human intervention. I suspect they are here, living among us. Tomorrow night, I shall be avenging the death of the dwarf Luna. I hope you will all assist me by voting for who you believe is the guilty party. Please, if you have any information then share it with us. Let us have a minute of silence, in respect for Luna and her family at this difficult time." Bowing her head, she let herself remember the times the two of them had shared. They were both busy dwarves but their time together was pleasant and she would be missed in the community. When the time was up, she took her seat and ordered another tankard of house ale.