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ph_logs2023-09-01 12:11 pm
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September Open + 2 Closed
Who: River la Croix and YOU
What: Blacksmith open for business, sword practice, crippling coffee addiction, tailoring a cloak, & laying the dead to rest
When: [waves hand like a magician] September
Where: River's forge, Annabelle's tailoring shop, the festival green, the woods, Oak & Iron
Warnings: Likely discussions of death & necromancy, River's general bluntness about death, injury, and maiming, and I dunno about the woods thread, that's Dara's party
Glory to the Secondborn [Open | River's Forge]
River spends most of the time after her arrival in August getting her forge ready to go - all smiths need to ensure their workspace is just how they like it - but now she's completely open for business. The sign hanging out front proclaims INFERNAL ARMS AND ARMOR, with a second, smaller sign hanging beneath it: Custom Work Accepted.
Find River here five days a week, laboring over her anvil and forge. A smith's work is never done, and right now a great deal of her own is in the little things a town blacksmith does - helping the overall owner of the forge make nails and rivets, hammering out wire, repairing pots, pans, and tools, melting down broken equipment to either reclaim the metal or make into new tools, and the like. But she's eager to work on other things. River didn't train much as a traditional smith. She's an armorer, and the night, it is so very dark, isn't it?
River works with a faceplate on, a blank bit of steel with a slit so she can see, so if you come up on her in the middle of a project odds are good that her hair is tied back and her face is not immediately visible.
The sigils on her bare arms burn with a light that matches her forge, which is curiously free of coals despite the heat coming from it.
Best Practices [Open | Festival Green]
One can find River in the evenings at the festival green, while the sun is setting, training with her spatha. Her style has a curious quirk; she fights dirty and mean, yes, but mixed into the more usual moves of her two-handed stance are light, quick touches, as if all she intends to do is make brief contact with an opponent. She could use a sparring partner.
Black As Night, Sweet As Sin [Open | Oak & Iron]
From the studio that brought you the last 'come bother me' prompt, a second one: find River in the mornings at Oak & Iron, carefully measuring out her budget for a daily cup of coffee. You can almost see her transformation from 'I'll fight God if he so much as looks at me' to 'eager and curious about all these new people' as the cup drains. She is not a morning person by inclination, merely by habit.
Anyone who feeds this girl something she doesn't have to cook herself may have an instant friend.
Custom Order [Closed to Annabelle | Annabelle's Shop]
With weather being a thing on the island, River is making her cloak a priority...quite aside from it being an excuse to talk to Miss Whitlock again. She comes in with a heavy cloak in deep green folded over her arm, her ears twitching curiously as she looks around and takes in the ambiance. River wouldn't dream of expecting special treatment as a client here; she can wait for the sticheress to be ready to serve her, especially when the measurements might need...
...Privacy.
The Family Business [Closed to Degas | The Woods]
"Thank you for agreeing to this," River murmurs. "...I know there's misgivings, but I want to stress again that my primary goal here is to get the deceased laid to a proper rest and provide closure to their families. If there are none who might be willing to see their earthly remains used to protect the community, that's fine. Not ideal, but fine, I can't expect or demand anything."
River's here, she's ready, she's at the edge of the woods. She's come armed with her sword, but to be frank if a monster attacks her job is to make sure that Degas can get away. Cold as it is, the dead will wait for a return trip, but the Temple needs its minister.
What: Blacksmith open for business, sword practice, crippling coffee addiction, tailoring a cloak, & laying the dead to rest
When: [waves hand like a magician] September
Where: River's forge, Annabelle's tailoring shop, the festival green, the woods, Oak & Iron
Warnings: Likely discussions of death & necromancy, River's general bluntness about death, injury, and maiming, and I dunno about the woods thread, that's Dara's party
Glory to the Secondborn [Open | River's Forge]
River spends most of the time after her arrival in August getting her forge ready to go - all smiths need to ensure their workspace is just how they like it - but now she's completely open for business. The sign hanging out front proclaims INFERNAL ARMS AND ARMOR, with a second, smaller sign hanging beneath it: Custom Work Accepted.
Find River here five days a week, laboring over her anvil and forge. A smith's work is never done, and right now a great deal of her own is in the little things a town blacksmith does - helping the overall owner of the forge make nails and rivets, hammering out wire, repairing pots, pans, and tools, melting down broken equipment to either reclaim the metal or make into new tools, and the like. But she's eager to work on other things. River didn't train much as a traditional smith. She's an armorer, and the night, it is so very dark, isn't it?
River works with a faceplate on, a blank bit of steel with a slit so she can see, so if you come up on her in the middle of a project odds are good that her hair is tied back and her face is not immediately visible.
The sigils on her bare arms burn with a light that matches her forge, which is curiously free of coals despite the heat coming from it.
Best Practices [Open | Festival Green]
One can find River in the evenings at the festival green, while the sun is setting, training with her spatha. Her style has a curious quirk; she fights dirty and mean, yes, but mixed into the more usual moves of her two-handed stance are light, quick touches, as if all she intends to do is make brief contact with an opponent. She could use a sparring partner.
Black As Night, Sweet As Sin [Open | Oak & Iron]
From the studio that brought you the last 'come bother me' prompt, a second one: find River in the mornings at Oak & Iron, carefully measuring out her budget for a daily cup of coffee. You can almost see her transformation from 'I'll fight God if he so much as looks at me' to 'eager and curious about all these new people' as the cup drains. She is not a morning person by inclination, merely by habit.
Anyone who feeds this girl something she doesn't have to cook herself may have an instant friend.
Custom Order [Closed to Annabelle | Annabelle's Shop]
With weather being a thing on the island, River is making her cloak a priority...quite aside from it being an excuse to talk to Miss Whitlock again. She comes in with a heavy cloak in deep green folded over her arm, her ears twitching curiously as she looks around and takes in the ambiance. River wouldn't dream of expecting special treatment as a client here; she can wait for the sticheress to be ready to serve her, especially when the measurements might need...
...Privacy.
The Family Business [Closed to Degas | The Woods]
"Thank you for agreeing to this," River murmurs. "...I know there's misgivings, but I want to stress again that my primary goal here is to get the deceased laid to a proper rest and provide closure to their families. If there are none who might be willing to see their earthly remains used to protect the community, that's fine. Not ideal, but fine, I can't expect or demand anything."
River's here, she's ready, she's at the edge of the woods. She's come armed with her sword, but to be frank if a monster attacks her job is to make sure that Degas can get away. Cold as it is, the dead will wait for a return trip, but the Temple needs its minister.
no subject
(At the edge of the parade grounds, down the street, a citizen on one of those huge-ass pennyfarthings goes pedaling past.)
River shakes her own question off. "We can definitely start there. A knife's still a good weapon, especially if you're up against someone unarmed, but...well. First rule of knife fighting is don't get into knife fights. Most of the rules after are variations on that theme - the winner of a knife fight goes to the hospital. Tell you what, why don't we start up tomorrow? I'll see if I can bring down a deer, we need something already dead for you to practice your cuts on."
Fun fact! Also a common technique when teaching actual knife fighting.
no subject
"It's just that I pretty much always have a knife on me, and this place has a habit of catching me unawares... but I'll, uh, keep that in mind for just in case new people start trouble. No knife fights."
He nods at her suggestion about starting tomorrow -- and the deer-as-practice-dummy makes sense, once he considers it. "Maybe it was rude to seek you out when you were already practicing, but I didn't expect a lesson right away. Thank you, River."
Wraaaaaaaaaaaaaaap?
Sure thing
Yeah, he's probably going to get his ass kicked just by the demands of the training, and he's gonna suck at it at first, but... one has to start somewhere. And he's grateful for the help.