The Hammerfall is blowing up these days
Jan 31, 2020 11:22:00 GMT
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Post by Milo Brightmane on Jan 31, 2020 11:22:00 GMT
Anyone stopping by the Hammerfall Smithy the last few weeks will have been met by a happy but busy Milo. He's taken commissions, with an explanation that he is working on a special project and there will be a delay.
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He is almost finished. Helmets are not terribly difficult to make, but this one has to be special. Wings swept up from the jawline, picked out in bronze, copper and gold. The small feather Milo had been gifted by the phoenix, he had encased in a representation of the phoenix's head, which he would be able to rivet on above the browline. He did this now, carefully, fixing the head until it was flush. Milo stood back proudly, and admired his work. He picked it up, and placed it on his head. It felt warm. The power of the phoenix, Milo thought, smiling. But it got warmer. Uncomfortably warm. Milo took the helmet off and place it back on the anvil. Now he could see the embossed phoenix glowing brightly, and quickly it was bright enough to leave impressions on his vision, and he could feel the heat coming off it in waves. He took a step away from the helmet, nervously...
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From the street, people walking past the Smithy heard what could have almost been a single, loud cough, at which the door shook, the windows rattled, and dust floated down, dislodged from the stone walls.
The door opened, releasing a cloud of smoke, from which emerged Milo, coughing, sooted and singed. He patted his chest heavily, before looking up at the anxious bystanders with streaming eyes. "All good! It's all fine, just a... small explosion. Nothing to worry about. Go about your business! Thank you..."
Leaning on the wall outside he regained his breath, then re-entered. Smoke and dust still hung in the air, but it was settling swiftly. Returning to the helmet, Milo's heart sunk to see that, while the structure of the helmet was unharmed, the embossed decoration was scattered in melted globules around the room. It would take another week to recraft it, not to mention purchasing the metal again, including the gold.
Well, he thought, I suppose nothing that's worth doing is ever easy.
(Magic item crafting complication: An accident in the work process causes a small explosion, ruining some of the progress you have made. The cost and time needed to craft the item are increased by 25% from the original requirements, to a minimum of 1x taxing DT slot)
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He is almost finished. Helmets are not terribly difficult to make, but this one has to be special. Wings swept up from the jawline, picked out in bronze, copper and gold. The small feather Milo had been gifted by the phoenix, he had encased in a representation of the phoenix's head, which he would be able to rivet on above the browline. He did this now, carefully, fixing the head until it was flush. Milo stood back proudly, and admired his work. He picked it up, and placed it on his head. It felt warm. The power of the phoenix, Milo thought, smiling. But it got warmer. Uncomfortably warm. Milo took the helmet off and place it back on the anvil. Now he could see the embossed phoenix glowing brightly, and quickly it was bright enough to leave impressions on his vision, and he could feel the heat coming off it in waves. He took a step away from the helmet, nervously...
****
From the street, people walking past the Smithy heard what could have almost been a single, loud cough, at which the door shook, the windows rattled, and dust floated down, dislodged from the stone walls.
The door opened, releasing a cloud of smoke, from which emerged Milo, coughing, sooted and singed. He patted his chest heavily, before looking up at the anxious bystanders with streaming eyes. "All good! It's all fine, just a... small explosion. Nothing to worry about. Go about your business! Thank you..."
Leaning on the wall outside he regained his breath, then re-entered. Smoke and dust still hung in the air, but it was settling swiftly. Returning to the helmet, Milo's heart sunk to see that, while the structure of the helmet was unharmed, the embossed decoration was scattered in melted globules around the room. It would take another week to recraft it, not to mention purchasing the metal again, including the gold.
Well, he thought, I suppose nothing that's worth doing is ever easy.
(Magic item crafting complication: An accident in the work process causes a small explosion, ruining some of the progress you have made. The cost and time needed to craft the item are increased by 25% from the original requirements, to a minimum of 1x taxing DT slot)