LF Blacksmith will tip [OPEN]

[zombiewolf]

The ruins of the City may be disheartening to the rest of the crew, but Kyladriss wasn't concerned with repairs of any kind. She stalked through the streets dragging a pile of robot parts on a large awning she'd salvaged from one of the buildings, inspecting fallen enemies with a critical eye.

She ignored circuitry and smaller parts in favor of larger pieces of sheet metal, prying the pieces off with her bare hands. It may not be saronite, but she supposed it would do.

When she judged she had enough scrap to at least cover her person, she dragged her claim across the city to Hiccup's workshop, where she had been told she could find a blacksmith. Unlike in Stormwind, it seemed that finding one here was a rare feat. Luckily this one was also a Councilor, and made it easy to track him down.

Kyladriss dragged the scrap to his front door and sat down beside it to wait.

(OOC: You can run into Kyladriss in the city while she's salvaging or while she's waiting for Hiccup, just note it in your comment.)

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[boobhat]

"They'll have to be added later by someone else. Daja was able to do forge magic, but she was repodded and even though she was training me up to be a better blacksmith, unfortunately, that was the part she couldn't teach me."

Hiccup dragged over a stool. He was going to need it to measure her.

"No wizards in my world."

No latent magical ability, either.

[zombiewolf]

"There is a wizard on board who may be able to serve. None of the Azerothians on board appear to be enchanters, but it sounds as if his school of the arcane may be similar."

She held out her arm without needing to be asked, her glowing blue eyes following his motions. "Your world does not have magic," she said flatly, more a statement than a question - with the kind of incredulous tone someone might use if they found out there was no gravity.

Last tag before my trip. I'll pick this up when I'm back!

[boobhat]

"Nope. I'm guessing from your tone of voice, that's the same to you as saying I'm from a world that doesn't have air, huh," he said, sounding amused.

Using the measuring tape, he started measuring away, occasionally stopping to add those measurements into a file on his omnicom.

"The only thing remotely fantastic that we have in my world is dragons."

[zombiewolf]

Kyladriss tilted her head at him a he walked around her. "Dragons, but no magic? The dragons of the blue flight taught mortals how to wield mana in ancient times, long before the Sundering."

Back from vacation!

[boobhat]

"In my world, they're more really big, flying, fire-breathing lizards. Some are fairly intelligent, others not so much," Hiccup explained. "So they're not magical either. No magic at all."

Welcome back :D

[zombiewolf]

"Hm," Kyladriss said. "Curious. Strange that some things from other worlds might be familiar, but still completely different." For instance, the number of humans on the ship that were not from Azeroth.

She changed the subject. She didn't much like talking about Azeroth in the past tense, and she knew the feeling was shared by most of the crew. "Have you constructed plate armor before?"

Re: Welcome back :D

[boobhat]

"Yep, though I'll admit, not many sets by myself, but I'm the best you've got, and I promise I'll test it out thoroughly before handing it out to make sure it's durable. The omnicom scanners are good for that, measuring structural integrity. If it's not up to par, it'll get a do-over until it's what you need it to be."

He nudged her elbow. "Hold your other arm out?"

[zombiewolf]

Kyladriss dropped her arm and held the other one out as he directed. 'The best you've got' wasn't all that encouraging, but she recognized the practicality in it. "I prefer function over form," she said, which might have been obvious already given the hodgepodge of scraps she'd brought him. "However I will admit to some preference that I do not look like a walking scrap pile."

She already missed her standard-issue Ebon Blade armor in all its saronite glory.

[boobhat]

"So you want durable, but you need mobility, and it sounds like you want it practical but not to the point that form is forgotten entirely. I gotcha. That's no problem," he promised. "I tend to keep it simple, but I try to make it look good."

He stepped down from his stool and pointed out a vambrace he had as one of his other projects. It was, as he said, very simple in form, but not unfinished-looking, and the very light etching on it--very complicated knots that wound into each other--was actually rather complex and fairly beautiful though it looked like he hadn't finished etching them yet.

"That's my usual style."

[zombiewolf]

Kyladriss relaxed her posture, standing a little more hunched and definitely more wolfish as she stalked toward the piece he pointed out. She reached out with one of her long foreclaws, movements tightly controlled as she traced the etching.

"It looks like dwarf work," she said. "Or like Titan-work... the runes. Yes. Like something of Northrend, but not of the Scourge..." Her brow wrinkled. No matter. It didn't exist anymore. Perhaps she should finally cast off the saronite, that was the Lich King's uniform.

[boobhat]

"You have dwarves? Like real ones?"

Not just stories that were passed around?

[zombiewolf]

Kyladriss's lips twitched in an aborted smile again. "Yes," she said. "They stand about as high as you... much stockier, though. They brew excellent beer, they are known as the best blacksmiths in Azeroth and they are impressive in battle. I spent much time with the Wildhammer Clan, fighting cultists in the Twilight Highlands. Honorable people."

Her claws rested on the piece of armor, brow wrinkled in thought. It wasn't often that she missed Azeroth, as much as she ever felt homesick for it at all. She had grown fond of the Wildhammer dwarves, though.

[boobhat]

"Annnd as usual, there are blacksmiths out there I wish I could learn from. I picked up a lot from my master who was repodded, but I still feel like there's more I can learn." He added, "Even though I'm sure I know enough toc make you a good set of armor."

[zombiewolf]

Despite herself, Kyladriss was cautiously taking a liking to this boy. "I do not doubt your skills," she said. From this piece here, and the ease with which he'd taken her measurements, she was more confident now in his abilities as a blacksmith than when she first walked into the forge. "I am certain I will be pleased with what you craft."

"Which brings us to the matter of payment. I came to this ship without gold or silver, or even copper, but perhaps I could interest you in a trade. I am a scribe by profession, and I've found several plants in Hydroponics that yield good color. There is a tree with orange leaves, for instance, and the pigment mills true." She gestured at a small pile of sketches on one of the flat surfaces. "It seems you may be in need of ink."

[boobhat]

"Colored ink?" He rose his eyebrows. I was the sort of thing that he hadn't really seen on shore leaves that he was hoping that he'd see. "Wow, actually that would be great! I don't usually get to work with color."

And he wasn't the best artist ever, but he did enjoy his little drawings.

[zombiewolf]

"So far I have effectively been able to produce green, orange, blue, and of course black," she said. "I am running short on bottles to put the ink in, but I can supply you with at least two of each. I will need to find more binding agent on the next shore leave."

Inscription was the one thing she had left from her humanity, and she held tightly to it. "I am considered an Illustrious Grand Master on Azeroth, so you will not find it lacking in quality."

[boobhat]

"You illuminate manuscripts?"

That was a skill that he found impressive, given his love of reading and the dearth of books there'd been on book. He hadn't even seen an illuminated manuscript until he came to the ship and had access to the Media Library, only heard of them.

[zombiewolf]

"I have provided that service for the priesthood, when they can stomach my presence," Kyladriss said. "There is more call for arcane glyphs, decks of cards..." she offered him a smile, forgetting how discomforting it looked on a worgen. "I have even forged documents on occasion."

[boobhat]

He didn't seem discomfited at all by her smile at this point.

"...Why would the priesthood have trouble stomaching your presence?"

She seemed nice enough to him, for a big, scary, toothy, wolf-zombie...thing.

[zombiewolf]

Kyladriss paused, then finally turned to face him. "Something about the Scourge makes wielders of the Light ill," she said bluntly. "Just as being touched by the Light is... unpleasant. Highly unpleasant." She shuddered.

[boobhat]

"What is the Light? Like what is it you're talking about. Some sort of mystical force?"

It sounded like something deeply culturally ingrained, like the Viking perception of death, or concepts of the afterlife like Valhalla.

[zombiewolf]

"I'm not a priest or a paladin, to be defining the Light," Kyladriss said. "I suppose the easiest way to define it would be 'holiness,' or perhaps 'divinity.' The church certainly views it as the energies of the divine, but then there are the Naaru, who are not of Azeroth at all, and they are beings of Light - at least that's what they claim."

She shook her head. This was getting a little too philosophical for her tastes, and as she said, she wasn't a paladin. "The Light that I have experienced is simply holy magic."