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 Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2012 7:32 pm
The Blacksmith shop belonging to the Ean woman Halliviere Valquien
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Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2012 9:19 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
It had taken her the better part of a full four months, but she had finally set up shop. With all of the battles that were to take place amongst the lands in tournaments and whatnot, a weapons/armor shop was sheer brilliance! "I am the last to brag, most assuredly, but even I am permitted to revel in the brilliance of this particular idea." She allowed herself a rare moment of boastfulness as she rearranged the swords, her favorite weapons. She flipped the sign to "Open". "Ready for business," she stated with a calm smile.
…to thrive in chaos~
(ooc: please ignore the "Gallant Red" part of the title)
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Posted: Thu Aug 09, 2012 10:56 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
Halliviere sat in the calm silence of her shop for a while, reveling in the tranquility. It had been a while since she had such calm, what with all of the work she had to do to set this place up. However, reality still stood: wasting her day in a shop with no customers would not do. "Perhaps, I had best advertise the opening of my new store? It would give me a chance to meet other residents, after all," she mused to herself, with only the shelves and racks of weapons and armor to listen. She had no intention of flying on such a calm day, so she locked up the store and walked out into the daylight.
…to thrive in chaos~
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Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 5:46 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
With fliers in hand, Halliviere ventured a short ways off from her shop, but still close enough to keep it within her eyesight. She began to post up the fliers at strategic positions. Her shop was fairly new and would definitely need some advertising. She looked back towards her shop, noting the black Knight Chess Piece symbol atop the framework. "Though why such a lovely building would go unnoticed is beyond my comprehension." Halliviere straightened out her crimson and black vest, then resumed posting fliers, all the while singing a song about chess pieces and checker boards.
…to thrive in chaos~
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Posted: Sun Aug 12, 2012 8:22 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
The antique-loving Ean woman walked farther from her shop, the structure slowly fading from her view. Not too much longer, Halliviere found herself standing at a small hill, easily spotting the outskirts of the town. Her own shop was not so far away from the main town. She couldn't see much beyond the outer buildings but she was certain it was bustling with activity, and, quite frankly, she had been on her own for too long. A simply shortcut through the woods and she would be amongst others. The life of a traveler has been quite the lonesome one, as it was. "I will definitely be able to advertise my store better there." A swift nod and she was strolling towards town, fliers firmly in hand.
…to thrive in chaos~
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 1:43 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
She had finally made it to the edge of her forest and prepared to step out of the foliage when a small 'whiff' sound caught her attention. Ever alert as she was, she immediately began scanning her surroundings. What she found surprised her, A small baby fox staring back from a nearby bush. Deciding it wise not to interfere with nature, she began to walk away, only to hear the pitter-patter of tiny paws behind her. The kit was following her. She attempted to shoo it away once or twice, before stopping to allow it to catch up. Upon reaching her side, the kit did something else that surprised Halliviere: bit her ankle. Annoyed, the red Ean lightly kicked the kit away, as not to hurt it, and ran off into the town, dropping a couple fliers as she ran. In her haste, she was completely unaware of the tiny feet vigorously chasing after her.
…to thrive in chaos~
((Exit to Castle))
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Posted: Wed Sep 05, 2012 6:36 pm
A loud crashing through the trees registered throughout the forest as an Ean approached the blacksmith's shop. Almas Ferrison was one of the Ean castle guards, but unlike the others, he was very much flightless, having ruined his wings beyond recovery in a particularly nasty assault. But pity was not what he was hear for. A new blacksmith had appeared in the area and he would not hesitate to get a new sword. His old hunk of junk sword just wasn't cutting it anymore...pun intended. He finally fought his way through the brush to find the shop closed. Annoyed that his journey was all for naught, he marched up to the doors and began banging on them. "BLACKSMITH! ARE YOU IN THERE?! I WAS HOPING YOU COULD FORGE ME A NEW SWORD!"
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 10:04 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
((Enter from village road))
Halliviere descended down to the clearing her shop was located in...only to find another Ean banging on her doors. "Excuse me, sir," she called as she descended, "for what reason are you banging on a closed shop door?" She finally landed next to strange person in anticipation of an answer. He was rather strange, after all.
…to thrive in chaos~
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 10:10 pm
"Hm...I've been trying to get the blacksmith's attention because I need to get a new sword. Mine sorta...broke...and I don't think the Queen would be happy about a useless, swordless guard like me." Almas gave an annoyed look, massaging his temples in a failed attempt to get rid of his growing headache. Throwing her a glance, he nodded to her sword. "So, what're you here for? Got sword troubles too?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2012 10:15 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
Halliviere only laughed a bit, startling Rook--who was already shaken from the flight--with the sudden noise. 'So, I seem to have at least found one of Sei's guards.' She shook her head at the guard. "No, I dare say not. I seem to have been hired to reforge a sword. Come into my shop and I will get to work on yours as well. I am Halliviere Valquien, by the way." Turning to unlock the door, she opened the ornate door and stepped into the doorway before stopping. "Ah, one more thing...I spent a lovely afternoon with my new friend the Queen and a few others...she is none too pleased with the sudden 'disappearance'. She gave the guard a sympathetic look before walking into the shop.
…to thrive in chaos~
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:34 am
Almas gulped auditably, absolutely sure that he would be in deep trouble if he were not to return soon. But, he couldn't do that without a proper weapon. Sighing loudly, he followed the other Ean inside. "So...you must be the Halliviere foretold by the shoppe sign. New to the region, ne? I have been around here a while and I've never seen ya. Never seen this shop either, ya gotta be new. Names Almas Ferrison, nice to meet ya. I'll probably be around here often...I sorta have a rep for getting into nasty battles." Almas walked around exiting one section of the blacksmith's shop and entering another. He came across some armor, a guilded plate-mail and decided his old armor needed an upgrade too. "Um...after your done with that blade, mind upgrading my armor and blade, too?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:44 am
~Such a beautiful thing…
Halliviere worked on the green woman's sword while she listened to this new customer. At one point, she simply stopped working and just stared at the man. How one creature could contain so much wind to speak was beyond her. Still, she would answer him as per the rules of etiquette. "Yes, I am Halliviere Valquien, charmed to meet you. No, I am not exactly new, I lived here once long ago before I began traveling. While I do appreciate the repeated business, I am none too fond of my hard work being marred, deteriorated, or lain waste to in any form or manner. Stopping to remove the fox from his content position of chewing on her hammer handle, she continued, " And yes, I shall modify your armor and blade...but I hope you can cover the cost for both. Fine weaponry is another form of fine art...and art is expensive, is it not?"
…to thrive in chaos~
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 6:50 am
Almas turned his head to the side and gave another sigh. "Yes, I can pay for it. I am a guard after all. We are paid well..." He looked off to the side, a depressing aura coming over him...'When we do our jobs...' He glanced back at Halliviere, then at the fox, then at Halliviere again. "Um...Halli-..Hari-...your name's a mouthful, you know that?" Shaking his head slightly, as if to shake his tongue-tied state away, he pressed on, "Just gonna call ya 'Havi'. So Havi...mind calling off your attack fox?" He pointed to Rook who was currently gnawing at his legs.
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 1:08 pm
~Such a beautiful thing…
Halliviere lifted her eyebrow at the sudden nickname--why on Earth did he choose 'Havi? (well she understood, though it was still a weird nickname)--but she didn't protest its use. She also found her name to be a mouthful. With one long, exasperated sigh, Halliviere clapped her hands loudly and called the fox kit. "Rook! You bloody little fool, behave and remove yourself from Mr. Ferrison's leg!" Startled by her stern voice, the kit reluctantly stopped biting on the guard's ankle and pranced happily over to his master, contenting himself with pawing at the hem of her pant leg. "Please hold on for a little while longer, I am almost done forging my previous customer's sword." Firing up the iron striker, Halliviere displayed a disconcerting amount of strength as she hammered away at the wrought iron. Forming and folding and pressing and heat treating and cooling and more folding and more heating, then compressing and hammering and heating then finally cooling. Hours on hours had past as she finally drew her reforging to a close. With one final sharpening and polishing, she had finished the green Ean's weapon. Looking over, she called to the guard, "Alright Almas, if I may call you that, it is your turn."
…to thrive in chaos~
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Posted: Fri Sep 07, 2012 1:13 pm
Almas, who had fallen asleep waiting for the process to be completed, snapped awake when he was called out. "H-huh? Wha-? Oh, uh...yeah, thanks." He stood from his seat unsteadily, his legs still asleep, and walked over to the counter, placing his blade in front of her. Um...I want you to modify this armor as well. Mind making it more durable, Havi?" He didn't bother to wait for a reply as he shed his outer armor and was standing in his plain uniform. Placing the armor next to the blade, he gave a large grin and walked back to his seat, but not before snatching up one of Halliviere's many books on the way back.
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