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Post by Dungeon Master on Dec 17, 2016 19:26:14 GMT
The Smith is run by Daveth Neverborn. He is a master smith and works in True steel. True Steel is crafted in Foundries only located in the Dwarven Empire and has mystical properties. Daveth is constantly at work in the forge, and often works straight through the night. He has a house connect to the Smithery that is small and orderly.
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Post by Louis Cypher on Jan 11, 2017 18:50:51 GMT
Louis visited the smith of Daveth Neverborn, rapping his knuckles on the door frame as he entered. Though he was anxious, his outward appearance was the epitome of calm and collected.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 11, 2017 20:37:54 GMT
Louis heard a voice deep inside his soul. The voice made him shiver, it was a pale reflection of his patron. The voice simply said. -ENTER-.
Once he did he saw an extremely neat Smithy. It was full of tools he did not understand but they were all put away on pegs built into the wall or in drawers sized precisely to their inhabitants. The floor was so tidy he felt guilty stepping onro it. The doors to the Forge were wide open but the smith was not out there either. Though the smell of fire and ash still hung in the room.
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Post by Louis Cypher on Jan 14, 2017 13:28:23 GMT
"Hello?" Louis called out, trying to remain unfazed by the unbidden voices in his head and seemingly empty shop. "Daveth? Are you in?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 14, 2017 18:45:22 GMT
Gareth Neverborn was only a dwarf, but Louis heard his loud steps slamming up the stairs. Being a dwarf, Gareth's residence was under his business rather then above like most of the town's other shop owners. The door opened and he stood there looking at Cypher with a blank face. Then Louis noted the tray with a white teapot with little pink roses enameled on them. The two large tea cups and the saucers they rested on were all mismatched, but all bright and colorful. Neverborn raised a single black eyebrow, "Tea?"
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Post by Louis Cypher on Jan 14, 2017 21:19:21 GMT
"How could I refuse such a....gracious offer?" Louis replied, this not having been what he had expected after the foreboding invitation, raising an eyebrow at the mismatched cups and saucers. "One lump of sugar, no milk."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 14, 2017 21:36:34 GMT
Daveth walked to a clean nearby table and put the tray down. He grabbed a lump of sugar in his hand and placed it into the tea. He turned and offered the cup to Louis. Once Louis took the cup, instead of returning his hand he left it extended, and pulled back the arm of his shirt, leaving his skin exposed. His skin was naked except for an inky stain that seemed to swirl across his skin like debris floating through water. He asked with a raised eyebrow, "How's the tea?" His voice was deep and rumbling.
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Post by Louis Cypher on Jan 17, 2017 4:12:51 GMT
"That's a unique birthmark," Louis replied, with a glance at the inky black mark as he sipped the tea, feigning ignorance and maintaining his best poker face. "Could be hotter," he answered, in response to the question, as if the quality of the tea was his primary concern at the moment.
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 17, 2017 12:34:41 GMT
Daveth reached a single finger and placed it against the cup of tea. The dwarf concentrated for a short moment and then he spoke in the am same ancient language that Louis used to summon magic. A language that was born eons before this world was created. A language not used by any culture or civilization of this earth. Hearing another use that same tongue brought a shiver up Cypher's spine.
Daveth's spell heated Louis cup so that it steamed lightly. "It is not a birthmark actually." He removed his finger from the cup and asked. "Better?"
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Post by Louis Cypher on Jan 19, 2017 7:30:59 GMT
"Pardon?" Cypher inquired, as if he had not understood a word, though tried his tea again, pleased to find it was now scalding hot. "Thank you."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 19, 2017 10:39:59 GMT
Daveth sat down and studied Louis closely, and smiled vaguely. His thick beard danced below his own tea cup as the dwarf sipped. He placed his tea cup down and from a pocket in his coat he pulled a large rod crafted out of true steel and placed it on the table halfway between himself and Louis. The rod seemed to pulsate with the dark power of Hadar. Louis could feel his hands begin to itch to touch that rod. Every handful of seconds it seemed to pulse with the power from beyond this small world.
Daveth waited a couple of moments before speaking. "What I said... was that the mark was not there from birth. I do not know if you are but I am a warlock and that mark is a legacy of the magic I wield." He turned his arm over to study the mark again, and as they watched more and more inky residue collected in his arm. By the time he had finished speaking his arm was almost half inky swirling tentacles and half earthy skin.
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Post by Louis Cypher on Jan 29, 2017 8:01:38 GMT
"Just a common wizard myself," Louis lied through his teeth as every fiber in his being screamed at him to grab the artifact. "My parents abhorred shortcuts."
"A pity all their tomes went up in the fire," he added, observing Hadar's mark soread up the dwarf's arm, feining academic curiosity rather than showing genuine interest in a kindred spirit. "I would have been curious to research more about that mark of yours."
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 29, 2017 22:20:58 GMT
Daveth kept his face blank, his dark eyes still on Louis. He looked down at the mark on his hand, "This mark started out the size of a coin, but over the years as my soul has been drained away and replaced with my Master's touch. The skin on the dwarf's hand was slowly filling with the black ichor. "My power comes from outside this world. I doubt your father would have had much writings on it."
Louis felt like the rod was making a sound so deep the he felt it more then heard it. It was like part of him was vibrating in sync with the steel rod. He could resist its lure, but he could feel it link to Hadar and his oily, cold presence.
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Post by Louis Cypher on Jan 30, 2017 0:27:58 GMT
"From outside this is world you say? Fascinating," Cypher replied, smiling through the incessant buzzing on his brain, wondering how large his mark would grow. "But why tell me of this, master smith?"
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Post by Dungeon Master on Jan 30, 2017 2:56:54 GMT
The dwarf sipped his tea for the first time and his face soured. He looked down into the cup and said, "I forget the lemon. Give me one moment." He rose suddenly and walked to the staircase leading down into his rooms. His loud boots could be heard hammering down the stairs.
The steel rod rest on the table just inside of Louis reach. He suddenly saw a black spot of ichor move across the surface of the rod. A spot that looked just like that mark of Hadar that he could feel at every moment of his life. The inky dot trailed across the surface and moved toward Cypher, and stopped at the end of the rod close to him. He felt his own mark move to his right hand, his palm now felt the familiar, alien chill.
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