In reply to Warwick (msg # 30):

Hrothgar looks at Warwick "Do I know ye youngster, ye look familiar?"

To Trysk Hrothgar says "Aye, adamantine can cleave adamantine as well as ultramacrulum."

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 33):

"Ye might know of me, Hrothgar.  I'm General Warwick Forgemaker."

In reply to Warwick (msg # 34):

Hrothgar smiles .. you think "Ah, that be it.  Forgemaker, yes.  General, for such a wee lad; but then ye lords are expected ta be.  I'll be regarding you as lord meself.  Welcome ta me shop Lord Forgemaker."

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 35):

Morteft chuckles.

In reply to Morteft (msg # 36):


Since they are there and the shop owner seems so helpful, Shorty reaches down to his boot sheath and removes his old dagger.  He lays it on the counter.  “Maybeso gots one dis big dat hab magics?  Papa make dis long time go.  Hard ta keeps sharp.  Metal old.”

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 35):

"The honor is mine, Hrothgar.  Me family are blacksmiths.  Ye might say I'm the black sheep of the family by not following the family profession.  I presume ye're also wanting to see me grandpappy's battleaxe, then?  I want to warn you to be careful.  Our last adventure caused it to become intelligent and remade.  It's no longer the Giant Cleaver.  It's name is Twain and it's very strong willed."

Warwick shows the smith the axe, but makes no motion to hand it to him.

In reply to Shorty (msg # 37):

OOC: Is that Shorty's dagger +2 or just a plain dagger and is it actually a dagger or a short sword pretending?  In either case the answer will be yes.

Hrothgar looks at the blade "What do ye have there .. hmm, yes I can probably upgrade ye.  It'll be 2500 gold for the blade I have."

--DM2

In reply to Warwick (msg # 38):

Hrothgar does not really seem that interested until Warwick mentions the little 'accident' and then his eyes brighten.  "Intelligent ye say, never hear anythin like that happenin during adventurin.  Mystical place ye go?  Magic ken do some .." he waves his hands in the air "... mystical thins."

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 40):

"Aye.  It would seem so."

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 39):

OOC:  I had forgotten SHorty had the dagger +2.  He uses it so seldom.  Lets just forget this whole piece of the conversation.  Been a long day I guess.  I thought he was using a non magic one and that was why I started this.  Sorry
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In reply to Warwick (msg # 41):

Hrothgar queries "Will there be anythin else for ye?"

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 43):

Morteft says, "No, unless you have something that is good against golems. Maybe a reflective shield or something?"

In reply to Morteft (msg # 44):

Hrothgar shakes his head "Sorry there Morteft me lad, nothin to help ye with them constructs."

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 45):

Morteft says, "That is ok. I thank you for all your help. We are now off to Calator for one more item."

He will teleport the group to the landing pad near the mage's guild in Calator and then says, "Let's go." He heads to the smithy.

In reply to Morteft (msg # 46):

The group Teleports with Morteft.  You go to the nearby tower, once at the door it open for you.  A voice says "Welcome Morteft.  Here for business I see.  The master smith is in, do you care for refreshment?"

Morteft will lead the group to the smitty.

You make several circles, past the main floor and down below.  Before you looms a large steel door.  It opens as you approach.  You see before you a large cavern, there is flickering light around a corner, could be a large fire.  You also hear the clang of metal on metal, it is fairly rhythmic.  You walk to the corner and around.  You see a large fire, in various areas around the room you see a variety of weapons, armour and other items of war.  Two large giant like people stand beside a smaller figure who is hammering away on would could be an axe head.

They appear not to see you.

Actions?

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 47):

Morteft raises a finger to his lips. *Let's not interrupt them. They may be making a magic item. We will be noticed shortly and if they can talk, they will.*

Morteft stands and waits...

In reply to Morteft (msg # 48):

Trysk smirks a bit, *You have quite the resources for someone who thinks that Calator is doomed.*

In reply to Trysk (msg # 49):

*I know people but that won't save them against some of these things we are facing. These minions of Set seem like quasi-dieties in power.* He shrugs.

In reply to Trysk (msg # 49):

Warwick gives Trysk a harsh look.  *Morteft has been doing all he can to prepare Calator for the fight.  Don't dismiss his efforts, lad.*

*And Morteft, don't dismiss yer own work.  It may not be able to stop the minions, but it may save lives, nonetheless.*

In reply to Warwick (msg # 51):

Morteft nods. *Yes, yes...I should not focus on the numbers as much as I do, but that is the problem with a logical mind.*

In reply to Warwick (msg # 51):

Trysk turns to the dwarf, *Actually, I was saying quite the opposite, Warwick. He's got access to a fair amount of resources, but maybe instead of forging weapons he should be recruiting heroes to fight for Calator. I mean, isn't that what Dualis is doing with us for Delith?*

In reply to Trysk (msg # 53):

*Ah, well, lad.  It didn't sound like that.  But, how do ye know he hasn't been cultivating heroes?  And wouldn't those heroes need to be armed?"

In reply to Warwick (msg # 54):

Trysk shrugs, *Only Morteft knows and he plays most of his cards close to his vest. Morteft, has Calator allied itself with Arcturus?*
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In reply to Trysk (msg # 55):

You then hear the smitty say, "Number 2 hammer, quickly lad."  The giant to his left in one quick motion - quicker than you would think for one his size, reaches behind and pull out a hammer, you can only assume a number 2.  The dwarf takes the hammer and gives a sword one more thunderous smack.  He gives the hammer back to the giant.  "Ah that does.  Time for an keg lads."  He then turns and sees you as do the giants, they are cyclops.

The dwarf says "Ah visitors and its our young adventuring friends." he then focuses on Trysk "I see ye brought someone new, a wild stygian."  he looks at the cyclops and says "Don't just stand there like stalagmites, get the kegs."  they both go off into the recesses of the smitty and the dwarf turns back to you "Good to see ye lads again and what can ole Stronginthearm do for ye lads this day?"

--DM2

In reply to Ron, The DM (msg # 56):

Trysk glances at Warwick and Morteft, *Is 'wild stygian' a Dwarven term?*