#ferrumtaurus

[faunatrail-blog]

“zyre, you wouldn’t happen to be able to repair blades, would you?” the satyr stood from the chair in the other’s forge, pulling out two assassin blades, curved with a beveled edge, an intricate pattern on the sides. but there were visible cracks in the sides, mostly by the handle, probably from overuse. “they were a gift, see, so i’d rather not get new ones.”

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[saoirse-cry]

Vagabonds, Steel, Mail, Oh my [Zyre/Bonnie]

@ferrumtaurus The Vagabond foreigner pulled down her hood down, revealing a mane of dirtied red hair. The sun was out, which was nice, and unless it became a burden to be around she’d keep it off.  Her clothing and armor looked the part of a wanderer, or at least a person with hardly any direction. An opportunist maybe? That or someone who’d been on the road for much longer than what was good for her. Bonnie strode along the street, the soft jostling of mail against leather and cloth with each swift step. 

The redhead kept to herself, not speaking to any passer-bys or onlookers. However, at the sight of the forge, her hand went to the light travel pack and adjusted it. There was something in there, something dear to her, that was clear. With a sigh she began approaching the forge, perhaps put this off too long, an honor far over-due.

“Pardon me.” 

[kaggles]

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“A-aaaah..” She’d look down a bit, nervous. Kagami was in fact, correct, about that. “Alright.. I’m sorry! Ya don’t gotta be so loud about it.” She’d knocked her drink over, sure, but Kagami didn’t need to yell ‘bout it.

— ✩ — “As long as you admit you’re in the wrong, that’s fine with me. I won’t yell anymore.” Part of the blonde felt rude for yelling at the other, but she never took it back. Her pride was too great for that.

[gentlemandarlongath]

A Ring Of Steel

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Darlon swayed side to side in the front seat of the cart, holding the reins to the two horse team. Trotting along in the early morning after a brisk night always brought new life to his lungs. Angeline sat next to him, hood drawn up and hands within the woolen robe she wore so often.

“What are the errands you run today, Brother?” Angeline asks quietly, eyes focused on the shoppes around them. 

“There do be a smith my interests lie in, and I hear the skills with hammer and anvil be tough to rival. She should be in a forge here, if my reports serve correct.” He responds, drawing a nod from Angeline and no more. Pulling up to a wagon docking building, Darlon nods to the caretaker, tips him a coin, and hops off. “You know how to find me, right?” Darlon asks Angeline as he helps her down, she nods and hugs him quickly before taking off to browse the stores.

Making his way through the streets, one sound stood out the most over the rest, and that was the ring of steel on steel in the air. Rounding a corner, Darlon laid eyes on the workshop he sought. Casually, he walked into the place. The sound rang in his ears as the smell of metals and curers and tanners filled his nostrils. “Ah, this do be where I seek.” Darlon said to himself, observing the workshop with curiosity.

His eyes finally crossed who he had been searching for. Shorter than he expected, but the description of her matched perfectly elsewhere. “Excuse me, are you the main hand at this shop?” He called over the ring of steel she was working.