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 Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 10:11 pm
 The brilliantly-colored solara was called many things--Argue, Amu, Argument, or even Argument Amusing when her parents were annoyed at her (such as her recent trans-oceanic solo flight to the mainland, which got her into quite a lot of trouble), but for as long as she could remember, she'd wanted to be called smith--just like her father. Venom Vile had taught her everything she knew about her craft, but at the end of the day, he was a jeweler; he made diadems, bangles, earrings, armbands. Pretty things to wear and look nice, but Amu liked to think of herself as a more practical soul. She preferred making things that could be used--tools.
Not ordinary tools, either. Armor. Weapons. She'd grown up hearing stories from her parents about mighty warriors and noble heroes. Sure, she could train up someday to become a knight and slay demons, but she was a smith at heart--better to be the one who made the weapons in the story. It was less dangerous, more creative, and arguably more fulfilling. All she needed then was practice. And commissions. She needed people to need her so that she could make them the things they needed.
Wow, that sounded a lot less convoluted in her head. Nonetheless, she paced back and forth, seeking inspiration to do a day's work making weaponry. She'd probably just make some spearheads today. It wasn't much, but she needed something to do before she went crazy.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 8:02 am
 It had been almost a year since her sword, Demon slayer, her been broken in battle. Her first loss as it were, it had broken more then just her trusted blade. It had broken something else within her, losing most her will to fight. Now she was headed off to have that blade forged anew. With the shattered pieces, as many as she could find from the battlefield, Aryanna sought out the isle where the smiths lived and worked.
The flight had been long and tiresome her cream wings and half robes a bit smudged from accidentally flying through the smoke that heaved from the volcano's top. Landing in a sputter of coughs, Aryanna looked around hoping to find a blacksmith that could help her. Raising her head up high, the somewhat smudged half robes falling almost to her own hooves. The small star like bells giving off a soothing tone. The mare set off down the lane looking at what else was crafted here.
She stopped at a couple places where she heard the ring of metal against metal, but found they didn't touch weapons, only cast settings for jewel crafting. Disheartened Aryanna moved on until she came to where a very vibrantly colored solara paced. Tilting her head to one side, the stardisc on her headpiece catching the glow from the fires a bit. Moving closer the clink of sword pieces in her ear as the cloth bag rested around a wing.
"Excuse me, might you be a Blacksmith dealing with arms and armor?" she asked, her tone light almost like she was speaking to a child or something. Aryanna watched to solara as she shifted a wing to let the heavy bag slide to the ground. It had been a long flight and the bag was heavy, if anything she could leave the pieces to be used for other purposes, she just hoped to have the blade reforged to match her new life style.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 12:59 pm
The ring of bells and flat pieces of metal sliding against each other in a cloth bag caught Amu's attention, and her head perked up in time to see a pale lyra clad in smudged robes stand at the entrance to her forge. She had the toned muscles of someone who fought regularly, in spite of her fancy dress. The light from the forge glimmered against a disc on the side of her head--fine craftsmanship, all around. It was the sort of thing you noticed if you were the daughter of a jeweler. The other thing she noted was a bag slung around the stranger's wing. The sound of sliding metal seemed to be emanating from it--knives, from the sound of it. She certainly seemed like the sort of star who'd be looking for a blade.
She grinned. A customer! At last! Condescending in tone, but a customer nonetheless. "Indeed, my lady, I am Argument Amusing, and I am a weapons- and armorsmith. What services may I offer you?" She stepped aside from the entrance, waving the customer in with a flick of her vibrant wings while she went to pick up the bag to investigate. The island was far away from the mainland; anyone flying here was bound to be tired from the flight, and it did well to be courteous to someone interested in her services.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 1:34 pm
It wasn't that Aryanna had meant any offence by her tone, it was just one that she had adapted to after months of recovery and bed rest. Losing that will to fight had nearly ended her life, but circumstances came about and gave her the start of a new life as a healer like those that saved her own. But she still wanted a blade as a means of protection. For both herself and those she wanted to protect.
"My name's Aryanna and thank you, I hadn't thought this place was so far. I regret scoffing the one who told me so." With a bit of a sigh, Aryanna stepped into the forge. "At least it is warm here. It grows cold back home. "
Aryanna turned her head towards the Solara as she went to inspect what was in the bag. When upended the many shards of a once might broad sword would fall to the ground in a heap, last to fall a finely crafted hilt that had lost its gleam from the muck of the battlefield.
"I brought what was left of Demon Slayer, my old sword. I was hoping to have it reforged into something more delicate. But still sharp enough to wound someone should the need arise." She looked at Ama hopeful, she had heard great things from others about this herd and she wanted to see if things proved true. "Can you help me?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 3:07 pm
"Well-met, Lady Aryanna," Amu said, and then she upended the bag, shaking it carefully to make sure that every piece of metal came out. The sound was...well, "melodious" would not have been the right word. At least, not for most people. Amu, however, nodded her head in approval; sounded high-quality to her sensitive ears. The bag contained the shards of a broadsword broken in several places, as well as the heavy hilt of one. Natural curiosity wanted to know what had happened to it that it had broken, but she knew better than to pry. It had probably been broken in battle.
She nudged the pieces back into their original shape with the tip of her tail and looked it over. "I can help you." Satisfied that she knew the shape of the original weapon, she walked over to the smooth wall of the forge and picked up a piece of chalk with her mouth, drawing the rough outline of a long, thin blade. "A rapier, perhaps? Sharp, made for stabbing and piercing rather than slashing. Flexible, too, elegant, and delicate." A rapier would take some very fine craftsmanship--she might want to bring her father in to help her on some of the details. But already her mind was running wild with ideas of the design, something to match Aryanna's attire and appearance, especially those bells.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 8:13 pm
Aryanna watched Amu as she dumped the sword pieces from the bag and assemble them back into original form. The sight of the sword, all be it broken, made her eyes sting. If anyone ask she would say it was the smoke she had inhaled from the volcano. Turning away from the shards she watched as the smith take up a bit of chalk and start to draw something on the wall. The blade was thinner then what she was used to seeing, but she liked it, so far.
'That looks like it would cause damage no matter how it is used." She nodded not wanting to look back at Demon Slayer. "I look forward to seeing how it will come out."
She was over joyed that her sword could be made anew. Sad as she was to lose a friend, but to give it new life was a blessing. Moving to where she would be out of the way. Aryanna settled herself down to watch what happened. If anything she would leave if asked, she was interested in seeing what else was available.
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Posted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 10:44 am
Aryanna's face looked heartbroken as she gazed at the remains of her sword. Amu felt a twinge of sympathy for the lyra. After all, it was surely a trusted blade that had served its mistress well. Demon Slayer. Good name. And any sword that had a name and was broken was all the more heartwrenching. But it was also a chance for myth and legend. Amu had always loved stories about magic weapons or armor. And of course, no legend was anywhere near as great as those legends about broken swords reforged anew. This was the stuff of which stories were told. All the more reason to do her very best work.
"It will take a while," she said. "Probably more than just a day. No more than a week, I think." She grimaced. "I know that sounds like a long time, but good craftstarship cannot be rushed. There's no way to say that without sounding like a prat, but I couldn't bear to see this rushed." Now her mind filled with ways that the other star could help, if she wanted to help, or things she could do if she stayed here during the forging. She didn't doubt that Aryanna would want to stay--this was important to her, that was plain.
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Posted: Mon Dec 02, 2013 1:38 pm
"This I know, art is something no one can rush." Aryanna knew from tales her father told her when she was younger. "My father told me that the three blades he carries around his neck took a fortnight to create."
Looking about the forge, she was unfamiliar with anything here and didn't want to be under hoof while Amu wove her craft. For the time being, she wanted to rest and sleep, her wings were tired and she was just plain exhausted from the events of the day.
"If it is alright with you. I think I'm going to go and find a place to rest. Perhaps see what else is offered on this isle. Such a wondrous place you live at." Drawing herself straight again, Aryanna stepped carefully around the sword remains and looked back towards Amu. "Take as much time as you need. I shall be around, should you need me for anything else."
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Posted: Sat Dec 07, 2013 3:23 pm
Blades carried around the neck that took two weeks to forge? Amu found herself intrigued by the idea, but was too absorbed to ask. She had to concentrate on the work at hand if she wanted to do a decent job, and she wanted to do better than a merely "decent" job. She wanted to create a masterpiece. "Your father has taught you well, then," she said. She started picking up the pieces of sword and laying them out on the forge. She set the handle aside--the blade had been sheered from the hilt, and her design had no use for it. She would be handing it back at the end of the endeavour, but for now, she kept it nearby.
She looked up at the other mare and smiled. "My family lives on the mountain," she said. "If you need a place to stay tonight, you can stay with us. Or we have some guest quarters for customers." She smiled. "I love this mountain. It's my home. And it's nice to be surrounded by creative people." With that, she flicked her tail in farewell. "I will contact you when I have finished," she said. "I promise you that." With that, she turned back to the blade and set to work.((I think that's it for this stage of the RP. On to the next one!))
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