The man hesitates, clearly not having been expecting the question. "That is something you are able to do?" He performs a bit of mental calculation and then continues, "That would be more beneficial, of course, but I assume it would cost more and take more time. While I have recently come in to...more money than I think I have ever held before, I do not think that I have enough gold left right now to have it enchanted also."

After a long moment, he shakes his head slowly. "Is it possible to later have it enchanted? And what cost and time would it require, if so?" He tilts his head to one side. "Actually, I suppose I should ask, you don't have any breastplates currently crafted to be sold? How long will it take to craft a set for me?"

OOC: I have recently received DTUs for the Assault as well as what I have and have not used since joining the game, so just let me know what you require.
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Guyver entered, a little shinier than when Spark last saw him on the battlefield, gone is the dust of ages, gone the muck of his watery grave. Black lacquered wood and darkled steel plating and glowing eyes that have witnessed the distant past now all forgotten.

He nodded to Spark and waited his turn.

In reply to Spark (msg # 60):

Golun nodded. “Time I can offer. It would be interesting to see a craftsman at work, and more so to assist him in the creation of his artistry. I am yours to command.”

I have plenty of gold and 60+ DTUs so let me know what the cost is.

In reply to Golun Fearstorm (msg # 63):



Yes, any time a character spends DTU for any reason, they get XP.

In reply to Conspirator (msg # 64):

Nice. Spark, can you confirm Gold + DTU cost to complete my request?

Guyver turned himself off while waiting.

In reply to Golun Fearstorm (msg # 63):

With the sudden surge in customers for the warforged smith, an assistant steps forth to help with the work. Qitris approached Golun as she shifted a few beads on an abacus. "Sorry for the delay. With everything on the order - new splint mail and enchanted - as well as providing your old armor which we can - of course - offer a reduction in cost of work your total will come to 912 gold pieces and 5 silver. While the armor itself will not take long at all, the enchanting process will take around three weeks; materials and magic stuffs and all that. Is this agreeable?"

OOC: Golun's Final Total: 912gp 5sp and 54 DTU

In reply to Qitris (msg # 67):

Golun nodded in reply. "Your offer is reasonable, and I am happy to play my part in creating the new armour. I will add Selune's blessings as I labour."

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Over the next few weeks the Bearfolk laboured at the forge, helping the smiths in fashioning the new armour. Finally it was ready and he tried it on. "It is perfect, just what is needed to face the challenges ahead. I thank you, maybe I will join you again when my coinpurse allows for something else new, maybe a shield. In the meantime, I bid you good day, may Selune shine her moonlight on your endeavours."

Collected:
- +1 Splint Mail
- 54xp

Payment deducted:
- Chain Mail (used)
- 912gp + 5sp
- 54 DTUs
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In reply to Malkus (msg # 53):

There was another order that seemed to have gone by the wayside. Why did some of these people insist on blending in to the metal and stonework? The guy who liked riding giant angry dogs had quite the order to fulfill. "Okay, so if we understand what you are going for - you want special splint mail for your mount and a really, really nice greatsword. We can do that." A few more beads slid across the rails. "The metals are not a problem and can have those done in a few days. The enchanting is still the long part. Mythrian only grants blessing to the craft of metal, not the infusion of magic into it. That will be around three weeks. The total comes to 2,100 gold pieces for the whole package. Will that work for you?"

OOC: 2100gp and 55 DTUs

In reply to Ten (msg # 61):

Next in line was the quiet man with the creepy vibe - and a very simple order. "Sorry for the delay. Your request is simple enough to have it done today as there is no enchanting needed. For the cost of 400 gold pieces the armor will be made for you."

OOC: 400gp and Qitris will absorb the DTU cost of 1

In reply to Guyver (msg # 62):

The newest... oldest?... Most recent warforged addition to town had come in, but not yet placed an order. Giving a few taps on the chest to see if that would stir them from sleep Qitris began the sales meeting. "Greetings and welcome to Master Spark's Melting Pot. I am Qitris, providing assistance at this time. What can we do for you today?"
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The man will look at the speaker, as it changes from the warforged to a new person. His confusion is momentary but then washes away. He gives her a small bow. "That would be wonderful, thank you."

He counts out the gold quickly and hands it over to her, then waits patiently for the measuring and the armor to be created.

OOC: I am more than happy to pay 1 DTU in addition to the gold.

Malkus readily agrees to the proposed cost.

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After what feels like months, our hero returns to the smithy. Snow swirls into the shop before landing as wet droplets as he holds the door open, and his worg stalks in behind him. Malkus carefully inspects the craftsmanship of the sword and the barding; satisfied, he hands over the agreed upon payment of coin.

He glances at the worg, and Dread silently crouches to an almost-prone position. Malkus removes her saddle, manages to wrestle the new armor over her form, and straps it down with the saddle on top.

He carefully slides the greatsword into his quiver and waves to the smiths as he leads Dread back outside.

"Thank you kindly. I look forward to joining you in battle once more!"

-2100 GP, -55 DTUs

In reply to Ten (msg # 72):

"Very well then, we shall have your armor coming up shortly."

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After the team took the man's measurements and the crafting rituals performed, Qitris presented Ten with the completed Breastplate. "Here you are, please check that everything is to your liking. If anything is off we can correct it."

OOC: Total is 400gp and 1 DTU

The man waits patiently and then tries on the new armor as instructed. It will take some getting used to, and it is heavier than the old, patched-up leather armor he has been wearing, but it fits well.

He gives a nod of respect to Qitris. "Thank you. It fits well."

Barring anything else, he soon takes his leave.

Guyver considered breaking the woman's fingers. The audacity of putting her greasy sausages on his chest. If she assumed he was aware words would have sufficed to rouse him so poking him must have been intended to provoke him.

He stayed his hand. She had been brave in combat, and had been good enough to include him in the redistribution of the accumulated wealth, and he wanted to make allies with these people, at least until he could figure out his bearings in this time and place. And given the number of organics in town it was probably forbidden by law to break fingers when being poked. He decided to give her a chance to redeem herself.

"Hello woman", he corrected himself glancing at her ears:"Elf. Qitris. I would like to speak with the one called Spark. I have a weapon that I need fixing and I need a furnace and some tools. I also want to make a duplicate of the design". He placed a piece of cloth on the table and unwrapped the weapon. It was composed of a wooden grip, a trigger mechanism, a chamber to hold a number of small projectiles in and a tube from which the projectiles supposedly would emerge at high velocities.
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Organic ears were notoriously unreliable.
She was possibly deaf:"I NEED A FORGE TO FIX A GUN".
He pointed at the weapon he carried, then to the forge.
Hammering metal might have deteriorated her hearing.
It never hurts to be considerate.
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A soot-covered Tusk quickly approaches the loud, metal being. He looks down at the bizarre contraption, then back up at the metal golem.

He raises an eyebrow in response to the question.

"So let me get this straight. You're wanting to just use the forge, or are you wanting us to work on that for you?"

"Ah, you work here too. I can do the fixing and casting of new parts. I just lack the workspace at the moment", Guyver explained:"Are gunsmiths still a thing in this day and age?".
He considered for a moment: "I have been inactive for a thousand years or so. It takes some adjusting to the new era. I was hoping your colleague could enlighten me to a few as he appears on the surface to be one of my kind. We met on the battlefield during the big goblin war .. You were there too, weren't you?".

Tusk glances about the room, the whites of his eyes starkly contrasting his dirty appearance. "Yeah, a few of us work here. Spark keeps us pretty busy."

He takes a renewed interest in the device before him.

"Ahh, can't say I've ever worked in anything so... archaic ... before, I'll have to check with the others. Nowadays, we just throw sharp sticks."

He thinks another moment before answering.

"I'll ask him, cuz it's his forge. I'm not sure how he'd want that handled. I'd be happy to introduce you two. And yes, I remember seeing you briefly, although I was a bit distracted at the time.

I'm Tusk."

He holds out his hand to shake, somewhat expectantly.

"Sharp sticks .. how innovative", he shook Tusk's hand. He was a bit creeped out by the soft skin around the hard bones as he held it closer to his eyes to observe it.
"Perhaps I should put my war spoils toward a forge of my own and reintroduce the gun, it is an effective weapon".

A dirty, sooty Spark poked his head out from behind a corner to survey a fellow warforged.


"My sincere apologies, friend. The amount of orders come in after the attack on the goblin stronghold keeps us all busy. I'm afraid we've come to a decebt working rotation as far as this workspace goes and I don't think we could accommodate another. We would of course be more than happy to fashion the tools you require, and unless the work on the weapon is quite exotic, both Qitris and myself have a blessing from the Great Forge that could help in repairing it."

He wasn't inconsiderate of Qitris differing faith, Spark simply implied that the Great Forge took precedence over everything it had created, Gods and man alike.

"As for shedding light on our similar nature, I'm afraid I haven't had the time to do much research myself. I come from somewhere in the mountains I think, I recall only flashes of my journey to Smith's Gambit, and I have but vague notions of a workshop and a Master from Before. I haven't been able to figure when I was last active. It is something I'm keen on finding out, however, so once work here dies down I think I will mount an expedition to try and find my Master's workshop"

At first, Qitris had thought there was something stupid in her ear. Perhaps the vocalizations from the other metal man were distorted by centuries of cobwebs and dirt. But, no, she was right in her first impression from the interaction with its second round of vocal trash. "Ah. You are indeed from a long, long time ago. I'll let these big burly strong men take care of you, then." And so she left them to it to go work on a less offensive mechanical pig.

"When you do go on that expedition count me in. I can tell you what I know. I worked in a factory, building the type of weapons I came here to get fixed. It was located under the temple we fought the goblins. The place was in ruins when I came to and the weapon I carry with me was the last I found. There was black powder on the walls and the place had been flooded partially by a river that had been directed into the underground facility. From what I could tell the place was created by dwarves. It stands to reason they may also have created us. And given the work I was doing they were gearing up for war. Against whom I do not know but it may have been the goblins. And since the dwarves don't appear to rule the region they may have lost", Guyver explained.

"It took quite a bit of effort to get out and I found myself in the temple where the goblin war played out its climax. Thus stumbling on your allies in battle. The goblins were the least likely to react favorably to my presence so I picked the other side".

(Is Spark still around, how much does full plate cost? Full plate +1?)