The ache in his muscles was easing; no longer did they threaten to leave him in a position that would require him to close shop this night. Let that be a lesson Krugey my boy, never play the Prima Ballerina and the Overworked prop Boy with Tara. That was what he told himself, but if the opportunity arose again, he was sure to make the same decision; he was still a man after all. His late night stop at the Red Dragon had paid off this evening. Ebon had promised him work, and then there was the stranger and his gem. Kruger eyed the gem with some suspicion as to its origin, but was reasonably confident that the right jeweler would take it off his hands at a price that would cover the rapier the man wanted. Strange the man would give no name, but not the rest. He wouldn't be the first that had to be tracked down at the busiest inn in town. A look around the forge gave him that seemingly ever present feeling of foreboding. He had to get this place turned around quickly or go under once more.
Fire had closed his first place, and an unwillingness to stay here where he had lost so much had pushed him off world. It was mere chance that brought him back. A battle that had left one ship nearly crippled and the other a hulking void was the key to his reopening a weapons shop. From that ship he was able to strip these new alloys. He stood to make a fortune, if only he could get the smiths guild to leave him alone. Kruger was putting every copper he earned back into this venture. His own needs he took care of by betting on himself at the coliseum.
Above the cash counter was mounted a Katana sword, his masters piece. This piece had been his submission to the circle of masters whose duty it was to reward smiths with the title of master. Kruger had carried it for years. Above the doorway to the stock room a war hammer was mounted. This had belonged to his best friend and partner Hornfel. Horn had been killed by that mob of Neoists who had taken up residence in Rhydin's back alleys. That was before the fire, Kruger still half expected to see the dwarf every time he entered this place.
Upon the counter were the two pieces Kruger had most recently completed. The first was a bodice dagger, a neat little piece, and his design. The sheath was made from Malachite; Kruger worked often with this mineral. Its properties of premonition of danger, and its inexpensiveness made it ideal for weaponry. The piece itself Kruger called The Education of Merlin. The dagger was made to look like a large carving; the daggers were in an over under configuration. He had used lapis lazuli to invoke the user's passion when they held the daggers. The lapis lazuli handles carved with characters. The top was the image of Cerridwyn with a large wooden spoon, where the dagger fit into the sheath the carving extended into the malachite. Cerridwyn's pot in which she created her Greal potion was carved in the malachite. Below the pot were three droplets of greal falling into a chalice. The lower dagger went in here and its lapis lazuli handle was carved in the image of Gwion Bach reaching toward the chalice. The chain linking the two daggers to the sheath was a chain that seemed way to long. Kruger had made this of hematite for warrior's strength. If the wearer chose they could change the configuration so that when drawn the two daggers could be used in such a fashion that they would negate the reach of a long sword.
The other weapon on the counter was far less complex but just as intricate of detail. A wickedly curved wide bladed scimitar rest there unsheathed. Its hilt was gilded; the handle was carved bull horn. Upon the blade was etched in great detail a desert scene. The Great Bull lay hornless on the dunes. In front of him a woman lay on her stomach, her face turned to the side and visible. That she was dead was obvious for from her back one of the bulls horns stood erect. In the distance atop another dune was a tiny etched figure of a man walking away from the scene, in his hand he carried the second bull horn. The carving in the horn handle proclaimed the swords title, The Death of Ishtar.
Fire had closed his first place, and an unwillingness to stay here where he had lost so much had pushed him off world. It was mere chance that brought him back. A battle that had left one ship nearly crippled and the other a hulking void was the key to his reopening a weapons shop. From that ship he was able to strip these new alloys. He stood to make a fortune, if only he could get the smiths guild to leave him alone. Kruger was putting every copper he earned back into this venture. His own needs he took care of by betting on himself at the coliseum.
Above the cash counter was mounted a Katana sword, his masters piece. This piece had been his submission to the circle of masters whose duty it was to reward smiths with the title of master. Kruger had carried it for years. Above the doorway to the stock room a war hammer was mounted. This had belonged to his best friend and partner Hornfel. Horn had been killed by that mob of Neoists who had taken up residence in Rhydin's back alleys. That was before the fire, Kruger still half expected to see the dwarf every time he entered this place.
Upon the counter were the two pieces Kruger had most recently completed. The first was a bodice dagger, a neat little piece, and his design. The sheath was made from Malachite; Kruger worked often with this mineral. Its properties of premonition of danger, and its inexpensiveness made it ideal for weaponry. The piece itself Kruger called The Education of Merlin. The dagger was made to look like a large carving; the daggers were in an over under configuration. He had used lapis lazuli to invoke the user's passion when they held the daggers. The lapis lazuli handles carved with characters. The top was the image of Cerridwyn with a large wooden spoon, where the dagger fit into the sheath the carving extended into the malachite. Cerridwyn's pot in which she created her Greal potion was carved in the malachite. Below the pot were three droplets of greal falling into a chalice. The lower dagger went in here and its lapis lazuli handle was carved in the image of Gwion Bach reaching toward the chalice. The chain linking the two daggers to the sheath was a chain that seemed way to long. Kruger had made this of hematite for warrior's strength. If the wearer chose they could change the configuration so that when drawn the two daggers could be used in such a fashion that they would negate the reach of a long sword.
The other weapon on the counter was far less complex but just as intricate of detail. A wickedly curved wide bladed scimitar rest there unsheathed. Its hilt was gilded; the handle was carved bull horn. Upon the blade was etched in great detail a desert scene. The Great Bull lay hornless on the dunes. In front of him a woman lay on her stomach, her face turned to the side and visible. That she was dead was obvious for from her back one of the bulls horns stood erect. In the distance atop another dune was a tiny etched figure of a man walking away from the scene, in his hand he carried the second bull horn. The carving in the horn handle proclaimed the swords title, The Death of Ishtar.