In case you wanted to write more Brithael but were intimidated by his accent, here are my notes.
Dropped letters:
'Bout time Randwulf sent me a new recruit!
most folk don't carry stuff like that 'round with 'em
this ain't what ye'd expect from a 'venturer fresh off the street.
I'm Brithael, forgemaster o' the Blacksmiths' Guild. ("o'" followed by consonant)
reminds me of a less ale-sodden version o' me younger self... ("of" followed by vowel)
The two o' us (vibes/making things up as he goes)
If yer aimin' to become a smitty worth the name
Smitties learn by doin'!
You an' me
Well, don't jus' stand there gawpin' at her.
'specially when H'naanza's breathin' down me neck.
Uncommon contractions (it, do, will, is, have, are, in):
'twould be my great pleasure...
'Twas only a matter o' time
What d'ye say then, lad?
'tis time to forge yerself a new reputation
Friends'll betray ye, lovers'll leave ye, but yer hammer'll never do ye no wrong.
Any smitty worth his salt's got to
I was afraid ye might've joined up
These rivets're perfect!
Oh, the rest o' these sour-faced bastards'll tell ye it's hard, gruelin' work...
Well, I mayn't've said shrew
yer best days're behind ye
'Case ye don't know the place
I reckon ye should prob'ly thank
Our wares're sellin' faster than we can forge 'em (Example of not following the expected convention-he doesn't contract "than" into 'n)
Phrases and Words:
Or was it that poor sod cursin' in his cups at the Wench?
But there I go, puttin' the cart before the chocobo.
whatever ye fancy!
Lad/Lass
Any smitty worth his salt's got to
an' to do that ye need to get 'em hotter than a flame-kissed whore's crotch.
show us yer work fer gods' sakes!
it's on a par with them as our veterans produce.
Byregot's watchin' over ye, ain't no doubt about it.
Praise the Builder, I was afraid ye might've joined up with another crew!
on yer smittin' arm
I bid ye craft three bronze cross-pein hammers
Now, I'll spare us both the "don't rest on yer laurels" speech if it's all the same to you.
I was just...waxin' sentimental fer a moment...
Marvelous things, they are
the greedy shrew then starts yatterin' on
right clever bastard by the sound of it
Go on then, chop-chop!
Yer a bleedin' godssend
Byregot's blessin's be upon ye.
We're after another big contract, see.
that two-faced bugger Nald'thal might've taken an interest, an' all!
Some steward by the name o' Fremondain's here all sly-like
but sure as day, that's what it says on this here paper.
Telling a story
You an' me, we'd get on right as rain, we would!
I was down at the Wench till the mornin' bells, I was.
So I goes an' meets him
Asked fer you by name, they did.
To which I says, "Now look here, ye greedy shrew
Curses and insults:
A smitty without a hammer is like me without a drink—bloody useless!
I think ye might be a bleedin' natural, lad/lass!
Statin' the bleedin' obvious is best done with a drink in yer hand, I find.
'cause they forgot that talent's worth bugger all without hard work an' dedication.
Whichever it is, yer royally buggered.
as the confounded contraption tumbled down
aye, an' the half-arsed bastard as shat 'em out, too.
Ah, hells—not now, lad/lass!
stays profitable or some such bollocks.
To which I says, "Now look here, ye greedy shrew—we're makin' a mint off our commission from the Maelstrom, ain't we!?"
Seven hells, lad/lass
fer that son of a whore
it can still be a right pain in the arse.
give it to that whoreson merchant from before
that thrice-damned shrew
Me for my:
so I could keep one fer meself!
Me own personal welcomin' committee
Ye for you:
Ha ha! I knew I liked ye the moment I set eyes on ye...
You can talk to him! ("You" for emphasis)
Yer for your/you're:
What did ye say yer name was again?
yer all right, lad/lass.
Yerself for yourself: 'tis time to forge yerself a new reputation
Ye'll for you will: So ye'll be needin'...?
Ye've for you have: 'Course, I'm tellin' ye this on the assumption that ye've still to do the job. If ye've done it already, show us yer work fer gods' sakes!
Incorrect tense:
seems last time weren't no fluke.
don't make no difference.
Smartest thing I ever done!
Them for those: were mightily impressed with them samples ye made
No for any: seems last time weren't no fluke.
Fer for for (this one seems consistent): Been waitin' fer ye to come an' see me, lad/lass.
Fillers:
er... What did ye say yer name was again?
So, errr...somethin' new, somethin' new...
if ye mean to set sail er the faraway land of...um...smithin' mastery
Bah! 'Course ye bloody will!
Reckon: In fact, I reckon I did hear it in a bard's song once! ...
Ain't: Sure you ain't done this before?
Anyroad vs Anyway:
Anyroad, the greedy shrew then starts yatterin' on
But well done, anyroad.
Must/Mustn't: ye must—I mean, ye mustn't try to make the journey in a dinghy!
May/Mayn't: Well, I mayn't've said shrew
Aye for yes: aye, an' the half-arsed bastard as shat 'em out, too.
What/As for that:
it's on a par with them as our veterans produce.
An' when ye've gained the kind o' confidence as only comes with experience
Might be as it's from the engine
aye, an' the half-arsed bastard as shat 'em out, too.
ye must always make quality products what stand the test o' time.
someone as can make arrangements with the treefolk.
so as he can deliver it to the client.
he's the one as made this happen.
Other notes
He's a bit coarse, most likely a remnant of his pirating days.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Brithael Spade/Original Character(s)
Characters: Brithael Spade, Original Final Fantasy XIV Characters
Series: Part 2 of Shatters
Summary:
Seela returns to Limsa sometime after the ordeal with the Warriors of Darkness in search of a friend.
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thought I’d do a little fanfic in between gposing the comic. because the world needs more brithael boning.
