Post by Arcady on Oct 26, 2006 10:53:24 GMT -5
A well-traveled land like Edarin often brings about some unusual friendships. Such is the case with the proprietors of the Mace and Maiden Forge, named to accentuate that difference rather than conceal it. Built into the side of a mountain in dwarven fashion but retaining an elegantly elven archway of carved stone and a set of double hung mahogany doors with careful scroll-work and inlaid gold, this shop is run by a dwarven blacksmith by the name of Ridgar and an Albian bow-maker named Elahaan.
This shop does deal in some imported weapons, but makes the majority of their wares 'in house'. The front half the shop is traditionally the realm of the lovely Lady Elahaan who, while talented and graceful, is a practical woman who often foregos some of the more high-brow Albian tendencies. Her hair is worn long, but tied back into a neat ponytail and she is quite content with a rather simple wooden chair for her own purposes--keeping all elegance in tact for the appreciation of the shop's patrons.
Today, Elahaan sits in that chair in the close right as you enter and looks up from where she is whittling a few notches into an ashen bow. Tiny curls of wood spatter the ground about her booted feet as she looks upon you with silent appraisal in her pale blue eyes. After an extended pause, she puts down her whittling knife and rests the bow in progress against the chair as she rises, leggings well fitted and a loose, belted tunic draping languidly off of one shoulder.
Without a word she makes her way to behind the stone counter top--Ridgar's work there, the design careful, but more dwarven squares than elvish scroll-work in its decoration. "Welcome to the Mace and Maiden," she says once here, leaning forward with her elbows on the counter.
Behind her Ridgar can be seen in the rear of the shop through a cracked doorway hammering out a new blade over the forge. He exhales, wipes some dirty blond strands of hair from his brow and pats a bit of ash that sparked against his beard, the ponytail he tied his hair back in not holding as well as it ought, and bends back down about his work, shoulders hunching forward and the hammer banging down upon the heated metal with a loud clank.
Elahaan looks mildly uncomfortable this close to the forge. She hates the heat as all Albians do and it beats against her spine through the thin tunic she wears. "If it's a bow you're looking for I'll be glad to show you around," she tells you. "If what you want is a blade, I'll fetch Ridgar to help you. He can bear to be dragged out of that overheated forge for a few minutes, I'm sure." She leans forward and cups a hand against her mouth as if about to share some secret with you and says, "though I'm loathe to go in there, I'll admit--all that iron ash and flame...it's most unpleasant, if you ask me. Ah, but you don't want to listen to me complain. What can we help you with today?"
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This shop does deal in some imported weapons, but makes the majority of their wares 'in house'. The front half the shop is traditionally the realm of the lovely Lady Elahaan who, while talented and graceful, is a practical woman who often foregos some of the more high-brow Albian tendencies. Her hair is worn long, but tied back into a neat ponytail and she is quite content with a rather simple wooden chair for her own purposes--keeping all elegance in tact for the appreciation of the shop's patrons.
Today, Elahaan sits in that chair in the close right as you enter and looks up from where she is whittling a few notches into an ashen bow. Tiny curls of wood spatter the ground about her booted feet as she looks upon you with silent appraisal in her pale blue eyes. After an extended pause, she puts down her whittling knife and rests the bow in progress against the chair as she rises, leggings well fitted and a loose, belted tunic draping languidly off of one shoulder.
Without a word she makes her way to behind the stone counter top--Ridgar's work there, the design careful, but more dwarven squares than elvish scroll-work in its decoration. "Welcome to the Mace and Maiden," she says once here, leaning forward with her elbows on the counter.
Behind her Ridgar can be seen in the rear of the shop through a cracked doorway hammering out a new blade over the forge. He exhales, wipes some dirty blond strands of hair from his brow and pats a bit of ash that sparked against his beard, the ponytail he tied his hair back in not holding as well as it ought, and bends back down about his work, shoulders hunching forward and the hammer banging down upon the heated metal with a loud clank.
Elahaan looks mildly uncomfortable this close to the forge. She hates the heat as all Albians do and it beats against her spine through the thin tunic she wears. "If it's a bow you're looking for I'll be glad to show you around," she tells you. "If what you want is a blade, I'll fetch Ridgar to help you. He can bear to be dragged out of that overheated forge for a few minutes, I'm sure." She leans forward and cups a hand against her mouth as if about to share some secret with you and says, "though I'm loathe to go in there, I'll admit--all that iron ash and flame...it's most unpleasant, if you ask me. Ah, but you don't want to listen to me complain. What can we help you with today?"
Edarin Item Price List