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Post by SoultheBarnOwl on Jan 11, 2014 9:17:08 GMT -6
Soul stayed close behind, as they got closer to the forge
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Post by Malevora on Jan 12, 2014 5:56:46 GMT -6
Taylor swept her head sideways as the tiny sooty returned with a bucket of seagull splat. It stunk to glaumora, so she covered it with a piece of wood. Once she had finished bending the claws Ryth had left, she gathered hunks of copper and tin from under a ridge of rock. She smacked them with her hammer until they split, then chose the pieces with the purest colour. She placed a small fragment of tin on top of a larger part of copper, then, when it had melted, slowly poured the stinking splat into the mixture. Thankfully, the metal quickly smothered the stench. She placed the empty bucket in her tub of water, rinsing the splat from it. She checked the brnze, which was mixing nicely, and then returned to the bucket. A piece of paper was rapidly being soaked, floating. It was signed with that mysterious motif that marked her wing
Sabine, don't trust them.
The water claimed it and it sunk into a sodden mess.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Jan 12, 2014 8:12:55 GMT -6
Ryth watched as the sooty returned with.... seagull splat. Ryth advanced torwards the entrace, and peered in. She saw... and smelled, the seagull splat poured into the metal.
Ryth was outraged, and signaled for soul.
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Post by SoultheBarnOwl on Jan 12, 2014 15:51:30 GMT -6
Soul followed quickly behind, and inched closer after Ryth's signal
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Jan 12, 2014 15:57:47 GMT -6
Ryth watched as Soul approached, and walked inside, quickly saying "Glaux, what's that stench, Taylor? Smells like, seagulls." Ryth wanted to yell, but she couldn't, she knew who Taylor really was, she began trusting that she had amnesia, but it could be wearing off.
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Post by SoultheBarnOwl on Jan 12, 2014 18:14:06 GMT -6
Soul followed behind quickly, playing along "Yes, it does"
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Post by Malevora on Jan 13, 2014 5:19:47 GMT -6
Sabine started at the sound of their voices, then turned.
"No kidding. Of course it's seagull splat! It makes the bronze soft enough to not break when you strike with it, ut hard enough to do damage. Jeez, I can't even forge without owls gawking at me!"
(OOC: Also, she's not lying. Ancient civilisations put bird faeces in their bronze to forge it properly~)
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Jan 13, 2014 13:52:02 GMT -6
"Oh, im no smith so I wouldn't of known that, well I came to check on you, so how are you doing, Lieutenant Taylor?" Ryth said, beginning to feel dumb about doubting Taylor, of course she was trustworthy
(Ooc: I've heard that they used bird feces, just never knew why XD)
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Post by Malevora on Jan 13, 2014 21:29:48 GMT -6
"It's alright. Not everyone's heard of the more obscure methods of forging. They all reckon that it's just hittinf hot metal."
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Post by SoultheBarnOwl on Jan 18, 2014 22:41:43 GMT -6
Soul blinked, churring "Oh the art of smithing, such a great art. But i'll probobaly never understand it"
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Post by Malevora on Jan 21, 2014 19:13:53 GMT -6
"Being a loner is a smithy's life, Soul. I'm not sure you'd want to understand."
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Post by SoultheBarnOwl on Jan 21, 2014 20:17:01 GMT -6
Soul blinked understandingly, turning to Ryth "We should leave her to her work.I'll be in my hollow if anyone needs me."
She took off, into her cranny in the way, and flying down the twisting corridors.
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Post by Batt the Barnowl on Jan 23, 2014 13:56:42 GMT -6
Ryth nodded, and took off. She wanted to keep an eye still, but she couldn't, if she saw something amiss, she would freak out. She arrived at her hollow and looked at her claws, neatly hidden in a crack in a forever locked chest, perfect. What if Sa... she paused and shook her head, forgetting the name, what if Taylor was not, a Pure One now? She would have to be wary if Taylor asks her to do anything, she might be captured if she is off gaurd.
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Post by Malevora on Jan 23, 2014 19:21:28 GMT -6
Sabine formed the hot iron into four prongs, and connected them with a ho'low metal tube. Sweeping uo her tongs, she plunged them into the water, then dried them and applied the clay solution to each claw. Lost in thought, she didn't see the note flutter down and land in the coals, turning to powder without a glance.
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