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Kaiser	Posted on May 23 2012, 02:31 PM
	Arxos raised an eyebrow at the Shadowguarde's admission and then watched as Scirocco stood, stretched, and sauntered off. Probably checking upon the apprentices and journeymen. His pale eyes drifted back, taking note of the quick way Asara bandaged herself. Something about the way she had told him of her destruction of the door and the when she had said it gave him the feeling that it had been done purposefully. Perhaps for this very reason. Asara must want him to go and see Striker in the infirmary, he concluded. Even if that wasn't her intent, the door would have to be fixed. He would do it this evening. Later, when the Academy was slumbering. The man considered her comment about Striker. Certainly, if she was confident in his innocence (as Arxos himself was), then truly the lad wasn't really in any predicament. He had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had seen the wrong thing. He was a scapegoat for the real criminal, though of yet Arxos hadn't the faintest of who that person might be. Striker, though... he would probably know. "I'll be sure to look into the door issue," he told her with a nod. "And as for the crossbow.... I can certainly craft one. I must admit, however, that they are not my forté. I have plenty of resources, however, so it will be no problem." He scratched at his chin to rid himself of an itch. "Would you be wanting a large two-handed one or a smaller, single handed model. Wooden or horn staves?" he queried. Though he had an inkling Asara hadn't really come here for a simple crossbow. "As for your invitation," the smith continued. "I will have to think on that. My leg's not super amiable to gallivanting around on hunting trips," he said, patting the offending limb lightly to emphasize. He watched her reaction, an odd sort of curiosity sparking him. She did not seem the type to do things for no reason. Perhaps this was a different kind of hunt, he thought. And the way she had ticked off time on her fingers, pausing to count, led the man to believe her planned event, whatever it might be, would fall on or very near the Hatching. Intriguing....
Seiss	Posted on May 20 2012, 06:47 AM
	If he could read minds, Arxos could have his confirmation. She did break her blade deliberately. She wouldn’t have been able to remember to come otherwise. There was no need. She created the need, and here she stood. Striker’s confiscated weapons were the first pointers that lead her here. The boy had barely any money on his person to afford such finely crafted blades. Which meant, they were tokens of the forge master’s favour. Precautions would benefit the boy . When the Fire dragoness extended a polite inquiry about Dhruva, that was only due to propriety, Asara cast her a wry bemused smile. “Well and truly smitten? Yes.” She was glad for her dragon. After so many decades the silly male had locked himself away to mourn his lost mate and dragonet, he had finally allowed himself to move on. They were so much at odds these days, he would have sunk deep into the hatred that festered for so long inside him if it weren’t for his obsidian mate. A pauldron? Now that made much more sense. The idea of having the forge master craft a great heart shaped steel bowl to hold fruits was quite the humorous image. Her thoughts were so scattered, strewn like windblown sheets of paper about an organized study, she was barely able to follow. Asara was already drawn back into the chaos, the fog descending over her gaze. She was barely aware of the medical kit offered to her. She reached and took it in both hands, the wounds and bleeding forgotten, in reflex. Arxos’s friendly expression, she had nearly missed had he not been speaking to her. Frowning, she glanced down into the box, and with great effort, tried to remember what it was she was here for. There it is… he has decided. “I destroyed the infirmary door,” she told the forge master absently as she set the medical kit onto the workbench. Her bloodied palm in view reminded her of the throbbing wounds, so she retrieved the bandages, ignored the salve and simply wrapped the clean linen strips over her cuts. “Predicament? He isn’t in any. Unless the boy managed to get into trouble on his own,” she said honestly, genuinely oblivious to what Arxos was referring to. What predicament was there? “No commissions you say? I’d like to request one. Have you any experience in crafting a crossbow with a mind of its own? I need one for a goblin hunt- would you like to join me? It won’t be until-“ she paused to count on her fingers, “a couple of weeks.” Right on hatching day.
Kaiser	Posted on May 12 2012, 07:12 PM
	Arxos could do nothing but grin at Asara's words. A lady who was quick to the point and didn't bother with nonsense or unnecessary niceties; a lady that Arxos could certainly admire and respect. "Good to know," he nodded, turning to place the broken blade on his worktop before facing his guest again. The niggling feeling that it had been only a pretense to approach him had cropped up in his mind and he continued to regard the woman thoughtfully. Certainly has an interesting way of going about things, he thought to himself, but it's obviously worked for her. "And to you, Shadowguarde," Scirocco replied with the type of cool civility she only offered to those she respected, "Dhruva is well, I hope." The fire dragoness dipped her head and then pulled a wing forward to preen the leading edge, content to merely lay and listen to the going's on. "Oh that?" Arxos replied, chortling. "No lady doves have commissioned me. That's the start of a pauldron, though I suppose it does look a bit like a bowl," he explained. His pale eyes were drawn to the rivulets of red running down Asara's hand as she pulled it up to her chest and he frowned a bit. He turned to his bench and pulled out a small wooden box. Flipping it open to reveal a few rolls of clean white linen, soft rags, and a small bottle of medicinal salve, offering the container to her with a nod. "Here, my medical kit. Best see to that while we talk," he said, smiling to let her know he was anything but annoyed. Pulling out a small wooden stool from under his bench (which he rarely used) he slid it to Asara just in case she felt the need to sit. Chortling, he could crossed his arms over his chest, lowering his chin and closing his eyes a moment to think. He looked up then, his eyes taking on a more serious glint. "I would ask him, though I'd need to take a trip to see him in the Infirmary and I'm not sure how well his guards would take to that," Arxos replied. "You did hear of the predicament he landed himself in, right?"
Seiss	Posted on May 11 2012, 09:39 AM
	His esteemed forge. Ah, right- “Forgemaster,” she finally found the proper title to address him. A part of her was growing weary from her strewn memories. She was pushing, but until Dhruva found her, it wasn’t yet time to rest. The blistering heat helped to anchor her somewhat as she vaguely recalled it felt like Bulkhead’s spit, fire and lava flooding the ground below. Scorched air demanded more effort from breathing alone for many unaccustomed to the lighter air. Fortunately, her recently healed lung didn’t protest. She blinked when she realized Scirocco’s vibrant form was just before her eyes, and she had missed the dragoness’s presence. At Arxos’s compliment, her brows creased with slight impatience. “Your thoughts are appreciated, but my ego is well fed. Wouldn’t do to get it bloated. Nasty bubble burst, that.” “Good day to you as well, Scirocco,” she greeted the scarlet and ink painted dragoness, canting her head towards both man and beast for propriety and respect while lucidity still remained. Already, Asara seemed to have forgotten about her broken blade. Instead, she drifted towards his forge and his work table, heedless of the boiling heat and peered down on the heart shaped bowl he was previously busy with. She tilted her head, green eyes flickering with the ghost of a child’s curiosity. But swift as a vanishing spectre under the sun, clarity broke through. “This for a lady dove?” she queried absently. Then she nodded with a happy smile directed at the smith when he said he could patch her blade and withdrew, sensing she might have stepped over his and his dragon’s boundaries when she came too close to his forge. The sticky dampness on her hand reminded her of her wounds. The rivulets of blood riddling her ivory hand were viewed with distinct detachment, simply as a minor inconvenience. The wounds were not that deep to warrant her concern. Trouble was, she was dripping all over the man’s floor. He and his dragon wouldn’t appreciate that. Folding her arm towards her chest, she held it there… before she realized Arxos had begun to speak again. Common thing in the last few weeks. Caution, suspicion. Striker. Recognition. “Am I too late?” she asked, directed at no one in particular as she frowned at the ceiling. “Not possible. Today should be today.” To his next question, Asara stared at him, clueless. “I have no idea. You should ask him that. Likely about Brownies and Goblins. What do you think?”
Kaiser	Posted on May 9 2012, 03:55 PM
	The heat of the forges seemed to fuel Arxos as he stood in front of his personal furnace, a thick glove upon his left hand and a heavy pair of tongs grasped firmly in his his fist. He stood, Scirocco lounging a few paces off with her pale eyes alert to all that her rider did, and took a step back, a few deft movements of his left hand pulling the object of his focus out of the forge with masterful speed. His eyes flitted quickly over the glowing red steel, a sort of softened heart-shape as large as a dinner plate, and then his body swung around to face his anvil. A wide hammer was in his right hand then and without hesitation he set the heated metal upon the horn and began to beat it. Every stroke was placed with envious precision and speed, the steel bending quickly into a bowl shape as oxidation flecked off and onto the floor. Arxos paused, drawing the rapidly-cooling piece up to his face to better scrutinize it and then raised his head at a shrill whistle from Scirocco. He turned, wiping his right forearm across his forehead, and regarded his visitor thoughtfully while he sucked in a deep breath to clear the ringing from his ears. He nodded his head respectfully, laying the steel and his tongs on the anvil behind him before pulling off the thick leather glove and adding it to the pile. "Marm," he said politely, "What brings such an esteemed fighter to my forge?" he asked, watching as she deftly reversed the blade in her hand (which she had apparently cut herself on) and offered the hilt to him. Reaching out an enormous and gnarled hand, Arxos took the weapon and its pieces and began soaking in its details, turning it over delicately to examine the shattered portions. "Very unique make," he said quietly, voice soft and thoughtful. "But I'm certain I can mend it, good as new if not better," he replied, turning his pale blue eyes upon the Shadowguarde I before him. She looked... distant, as if something was bothering her, and then his suspicions were confirmed with her next words, spoken as if they were an afterthought. "Of course. Rather common thing, really. Particularly within the last few weeks, though," he commented, watching the woman's expression closely. Something in her manner bespoke a deeper meaning to her words and her mention of the hunter candidate seemed to confirm his thoughts. "Striker, eh?" he said, concern flaring up for the lad. Things still hadn't seemed to have cleared up for him, which annoyed the smith greatly. He could understand people being scared and angry and overreacting because of it, but Striker, as far as Arxos was concerned, had done no wrong. At the very least, his candidacy was not yet forfeit, but that was just it, he was still a candidate. "Why would Striker need to have a crystal mounted?" he queried, one heavy brow rising to regard Asara curiously. It did not surprise him to know that the highest ranking rider in the Academy knew of such goings-on, but what had him on guard was whether or not she was for or against the young hunter. Arxos would have to tread lightly, but he would not back out of such involvements. Striker's innocence was as plain to him as the scales on his dragon and he'd not leave the lad to flounder without an ally.
Seiss	Posted on May 9 2012, 10:37 AM
	So many faces to remember. Too many. It was never over and dare she assume, that the blazes of war had helped to anchor her more than the surface tranquil where everything roiled underneath? Vaguely, she noted that she had to evade Dhurva- and just did moments ago- if only she could recall why. Her memory was becoming so slippery these few days. Perhaps there was no clear purpose to guide the chaos in her mind. Why was that? Focus… focus…. She was walking, the cobblestones beneath her feet growing warmer with each step. Blinking, her vision sharpened as she took in her surroundings. Buildings with smoking chimneys, the sound of ringing metals and the hiss of steam- the forges? Her steps slowed to a pause and her brows creased in slight puzzlement when she assessed her attire, as if for the first time. She was standing here, in a dress. That’s not right. Such impractical wear would get the flowing fabric burned if she wasn’t careful. She had always donned her rider wear whenever she paid the armoury a visit. Ah, no matter. He is close. The brief moment of lucidity guttered and left her aberrant gaze fogged once more. Still, the Talon advanced, locking onto a single destination she didn’t appear aware of with a steady purposeful stride, motor skills driven by an inexplicable compulsion. Smokey scent of burning iron grew more pungent, sparking embers in her verdant gaze. A small familiarity from home… of the blood washed skies and burning fields. She drifted past blacksmiths hunching over their work, who spared her a glance, some a brief greeting. But as soon as they realized she was preoccupied, they paid her no heed. When she finally set foot within the main forge, the sudden cloak of shadows from the eve, and the unnatural glow from within, of billowing flames and smouldering blades halted her steps. Clashes of metal sounded more deafening, jostling her from the cascade of endless fragmented images. Loose locks from her braid and the hem of her skirts flickered from the gust that came from the rise of hot air inside, challenging the creeping cool outside. “How fair you, Big Fellow,” she uttered a listless greeting, wondering now why she had wandered here. Big Fellow? She was certain he had a title. Where did it go? “Now why….” The Forgemaster was a familiar sight, though she rarely approached him for any weapon crafting. Her blades originated from somewhere else… their hardness and density a unique combination meant to resist and pierce dragon hide. Unwise to approach the Academy’s forges, nor did she ever found the need to mend her favoured swords. They shattered thrice and she had commissioned for a fresh pair with improvements form her source. The twin blades remained well preserved in their case, until the last battle. Now she just needed to remember why she had come if she didn’t need- A stinging throb in her right hand drew her eyes to the afflicted appendage. Clutched carelessly in her hand were two pieces of broken steel fragments. Frowning, she stared at them with faint incredulity. Broken? It seemed the steel pieces had bitten into her palm on her way here. The red streams dripping from her hand left bright vivid trails behind her. Her left was unharmed, wrapped around the hilt of her broken sword. Bewildered gaze turned wan and wistful, sad at the sight of damaged blade. “Of course,” she murmured. Glancing up, Asara neared the hulking man, flicking the blade’s hilt so its broken end rested against her right arm’s wrist, proffering the damaged sword. “Will you mend this for me?” Something niggled at the back of her mind. Focus… focus- oh. “Do you affix gems onto weapons and armoury? Striker might ask you to.” She frowned, gaze turned inwards, trying to sort the remnants of mental twisters. OOC [blade looks liek dis]

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