Post by Rane on May 1, 2014 12:42:06 GMT -5
Salazar stands about six and and a half feet tall. For a wizard he is in very good shape, most likely from time spent on the road.
He is fairly handsome with a very deep voice, and a heavy Thayan accent.
One glance at him and you can tell that he is a veteran adventurer.
Salazar wears Blue robes in white trim which have a mirror like quality due to heavy enchantment. The robes are adorned with stars.
Salazar wears several rings and a hood of fine quality. Often he can be seen rambling on to no one in particular. He may be bored, or those with a high "spot" or "listen" skill may learn differently.
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"This shortstory is not in any way meta. It just explains what one might see if they hire sal for smithing services."
John slammed the hammer into the piece of metal and sparks went flying. The anvil rang out as did laughter from the other smiths working around him. John was a newly hired on apprentice who would work for two years in this sweaty little shop learning the tricks of the trade. Then maybe if his craft was good enough, John could open his own shop, or possibly work for the Royal army. The work there was bountiful and never ending. The coin would flow like wine.
John shrugged off the laughter and after a scolding from his boss, he set back to work. Today he would make a simple chest piece for a set of plate. It wouldn't be hard, he just had to heat the metal right and be sure not to put holes in the plate as he pounded it into form. This would require strength yet a bit of finesse and John had to call on every bit of his strength to get the metal going.
After many hours of work, john could barely lift his arm but he finally managed to get a piece of metal in the form of some plate. It looked awkward, and no one would ever be able to wear it, but John was proud of it. He had put hard work into it and it was his first creation.
John looked up from his anvil and noted that it was now very late and everyone else had gone home. He heard the sound of light tapping coming from another room. John approached the door frame and was amazed by what he saw. A man dressed in Dark blue robes.
This man was busy studying a blueprint pinned to the wall before him. A hammer was in hand, and a piece of metal on the table next to him. The man muttered to himself cupping his chin in his hand for a long while. He set the hammer down and folded his hands behind his back and proceeded to pace back and forth for a while.
John had heard of these people, the locals called them magicians. He had moved into the room and sat down watching the man. John never said a word and the man in Blue robes never so much as acknowledged him.
Finally the man stopped his pacing and moved over to the table. He sprinkled some sort of object over the hammer and chanted. As he picked it up by the handle, the tip of the hammer became red hot. The man in blue robes then reached in his pocket and laid upon the table a Blue jewel.
He raised the hammer over the jewel and hit the jewel, though not very hard.
John winced as the jewel shattered into many pieces, immediately becoming dust.
The magician moved over to his hunk of metal on the table now, he began to tap lightly at the adamantine, so lightly that you could barely hear the hammer making contact, but to johns surprise the metal began to take shape. It wasn't even half an hour gone by and the beautiful form of a scimitar laid before the magician. There were delicate lines that ran along the blade and a very fashionable hilt that looked to be made of obsidian with a golden pommel.
The wizard began to chant again, this time the tip of the hammer turned blue, and he picked up the powdered jewel and carefully laid it out along the blade and hilt of the weapon being sure to to waste any of it. He began to tap the now jewel dust covered blade with his blue glowing hammer. The blade began to take on a shine and the table began to frost around it. This went on for several hours, the magician tapping at the blade and pacing about muttering to himself.
Finally the blade was done, a beautiful scimitar which had a bluish glow to it. The wizard walked up to the forge which had angry fires within that could melt almost any metal. He extended the scimitar and poked it into the forge, the flames hissed in protest and in the blink of and eye poofed out of existence.
The magician slowly gathered his things and walked past John offering him a smile and a wink then vanished into the night. John would never forget it.
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He is fairly handsome with a very deep voice, and a heavy Thayan accent.
One glance at him and you can tell that he is a veteran adventurer.
Salazar wears Blue robes in white trim which have a mirror like quality due to heavy enchantment. The robes are adorned with stars.
Salazar wears several rings and a hood of fine quality. Often he can be seen rambling on to no one in particular. He may be bored, or those with a high "spot" or "listen" skill may learn differently.
----
"This shortstory is not in any way meta. It just explains what one might see if they hire sal for smithing services."
John slammed the hammer into the piece of metal and sparks went flying. The anvil rang out as did laughter from the other smiths working around him. John was a newly hired on apprentice who would work for two years in this sweaty little shop learning the tricks of the trade. Then maybe if his craft was good enough, John could open his own shop, or possibly work for the Royal army. The work there was bountiful and never ending. The coin would flow like wine.
John shrugged off the laughter and after a scolding from his boss, he set back to work. Today he would make a simple chest piece for a set of plate. It wouldn't be hard, he just had to heat the metal right and be sure not to put holes in the plate as he pounded it into form. This would require strength yet a bit of finesse and John had to call on every bit of his strength to get the metal going.
After many hours of work, john could barely lift his arm but he finally managed to get a piece of metal in the form of some plate. It looked awkward, and no one would ever be able to wear it, but John was proud of it. He had put hard work into it and it was his first creation.
John looked up from his anvil and noted that it was now very late and everyone else had gone home. He heard the sound of light tapping coming from another room. John approached the door frame and was amazed by what he saw. A man dressed in Dark blue robes.
This man was busy studying a blueprint pinned to the wall before him. A hammer was in hand, and a piece of metal on the table next to him. The man muttered to himself cupping his chin in his hand for a long while. He set the hammer down and folded his hands behind his back and proceeded to pace back and forth for a while.
John had heard of these people, the locals called them magicians. He had moved into the room and sat down watching the man. John never said a word and the man in Blue robes never so much as acknowledged him.
Finally the man stopped his pacing and moved over to the table. He sprinkled some sort of object over the hammer and chanted. As he picked it up by the handle, the tip of the hammer became red hot. The man in blue robes then reached in his pocket and laid upon the table a Blue jewel.
He raised the hammer over the jewel and hit the jewel, though not very hard.
John winced as the jewel shattered into many pieces, immediately becoming dust.
The magician moved over to his hunk of metal on the table now, he began to tap lightly at the adamantine, so lightly that you could barely hear the hammer making contact, but to johns surprise the metal began to take shape. It wasn't even half an hour gone by and the beautiful form of a scimitar laid before the magician. There were delicate lines that ran along the blade and a very fashionable hilt that looked to be made of obsidian with a golden pommel.
The wizard began to chant again, this time the tip of the hammer turned blue, and he picked up the powdered jewel and carefully laid it out along the blade and hilt of the weapon being sure to to waste any of it. He began to tap the now jewel dust covered blade with his blue glowing hammer. The blade began to take on a shine and the table began to frost around it. This went on for several hours, the magician tapping at the blade and pacing about muttering to himself.
Finally the blade was done, a beautiful scimitar which had a bluish glow to it. The wizard walked up to the forge which had angry fires within that could melt almost any metal. He extended the scimitar and poked it into the forge, the flames hissed in protest and in the blink of and eye poofed out of existence.
The magician slowly gathered his things and walked past John offering him a smile and a wink then vanished into the night. John would never forget it.
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