Emergency Repair (Crafting Repairs)(Eadon+Open)

[Aeon]

(Set after Scouting Mission)Eadon    

Aeon had come back rather battered from his encounter, a couple of bandages here and there, of course this was like a war effort he wasn't going to go and sit around and do bugger all when he had the skills that where needed.

After “acquiring” himself a Base of Operations, aka an open tent and the acquiring was more like a legal hijacking, it was a rather straight forward humble place made of simple fabric enough to keep the wind and rain out

Aeon had hanged up a sign outside

The Sign said:

“Repairs for Armour, Cloth and Leather free emergency repairs for Operation Sarum Forces”
“Other Craftsmen and Women wanted”

Aeon had arranged himself a couple of worktables and chairs for use by any “staff” aka slaves as the craftsman role wasn’t paid because it was part of the operation.

Aeon had found himself rather sleepy with the fact most people where either on their way to Sarum Base Camp, or where in Field Operations.

He leant back in his seat as he put his feet up onto a worktable, as he leant back with his cloaks hood sliding back off his head as his mask sat over his face. He was still rather kitted up he wasn’t the type to go unprepared in case those damned golems went on the offensive.

Could they go on the offensive who knows but if they did it could work well, attack while the enemy is preoccupied on other operations, strike in and cut off there retreat and crush them under boot.

But if that did happen one battered Sorcerer wasn’t gonna be able to kill that many.


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[Eadon]

Having read the news article about a new frontier and a new city that needed exploring, Eadon had of course been one of the first ones out there looking to see if he could put his skills to any use. One of the things he loved the most about this whole new world thing was that he could make a difference and that there were new places to explore. The old world had been mighty boring, because everything was known, everything was explored. Here, that was definitely not the case. Well, if the reports about giant golems out here were true, at least. Not that Eadon was necessarily about to go doubting the news company. Reporters honour, and all that.  Having spent most of the morning heading though the Windsor forest, he was suitably surprised to find a miniature tent camp already set up on the other side, with all kinds of support personnel ready and waiting to help out with the new expeditionary forces. Smiling, Eadon glanced around for somewhere he could offer his own services. While not a full fledged master blacksmith, he liked to think that at level twenty four he was well and truly into his apprenticeship. Well, at least enough that he could offer some assistance here and not be laughed away. Spotting one tent advertising repairs on cloth and leather based armours, and looking for other crafters to help, Eadon knew he had found just the place. Walking on in, he spotted a bunch of different work stations with all kinds of materials and gear available. There was everything he would need in here, if barely. Though, they were on the frontlines. He shouldn't be expecting a full workshop to work with after all - though one would definitely be nice. "Uh, hey there. I'm Eadon. You said on your sign you were looking for other crafters yeah?" Eadon said, sounding a little bit nervous, "Well, I'm a blacksmith. Only a level twenty four apprentice, but I can try and help out some if you want me. You could go and add chain and plate armour, and metal weapons, to that sign of yours..."

WORDS: 360 TAGS: Eadon SONG: Start Something NOTES: Wahahahah. Let the crafting and repairs/slavery begin.

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[Aeon]

Aeon had ended up half asleep at this point, only to find himself being abruptly awoken as someone entered and began speaking, it was clearly obvious that it would be hard to tell he was asleep with the mask and all.

He toppled backwards in his seat, the seat pivoting and falling backwards, as it did so he seemed to launch himself forwards ending up leaning forwards in the direction of the new comer leaning over the worktable.

A man in chainmail stood before him claiming to be a blacksmith well that would kind of make sense because he was in chainmail.

Once the young man had finished talking, Aeon perked up and said “sure find yourself a station, just grab a piece of wood or board and scrawl into it and hang it up outside to show that you’re here to repair the soldiers equipment, im sure you’ll find plenty of the hardy frontline vanguards in need of repairs from the stone legion out there”

Aeon had dropped his hand to his side, it was most likely not smart to suddenly jump up while still regenerating but it would have most likely been worse clattering into the floor that shooting forwards.



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[Eadon]

Eadon nodded happily to the other persons request, quickly grabbing a plank and chiseling out a short addition to the sign out the front, advertising that the tent was now taking projects for metal based repairs as well. The other guy seemed to be somewhat out of it, no doubt injured in some way. This area must be pretty dangerous after all, Eadon thought with a small frown. He had been considering going out and doing some exploring of his own, but seeing this other sorcerer all beat up... "Umm, anyways. You got a name buddy? Also, you're a sorcerer. What's with the word? Am i not the only swordmage in Elder Tale after all or something?" Grabbing up his hammer, and grabbing a bent out of shape sword from a nearby pile, Eadon quickly went to work, sowly teasing the weapon back into a serviceable shape. Once that was done, he took it over to a grindstone and began the slow and laborious process of griding a rather large chip out of the edge of the blade, so it would have a nice sharp cutting edge once more. The young smith hummed quietly under his breath, already lost in work.  He might not be super strong, or the greatest of casters in all of history, but Eadon was confident enough in his abilities to craft and to fix things when it proved necessary. In only a few weeks, he had quickly established himself as one of the premiere crafters in all of London with people from all over the city coming to him to request things to be made. The fact that he was capable of fulfilling those requests was a source of pride for him. On that note... Eadon grinned. The mask this guy wore was one he had crafted not too long ago, as part of a pile of accessory crafting requests. It was good to see that it was being used. "So do you like the mask?" Eadon asked, eyes slowly going over the form of his new companion and fingering the bracelet and cloak he had had commissioned himself, "I was the one that made that, you know. Good to see it being used out here on the frontier where it is serving some kind of a purpose..."

WORDS: 383 TAGS: Eadon SONG: Start Something NOTES: Tag, you're it.

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[Aeon]

Aeon eyed up the young man, he was rather odd compared to others he had met in his time.

Aeon answered “aye my name is Aeon, I wouldn’t call myself a sword mage more of a combat sorcerer, I have skills why my blade but it’s the use of both at once or combing from each other that I believe makes the two different from each other”

Aeon continued

“Ahh so your to the one whom make this mask, I guess you acquired those accessory’s I made then, the world seems a small world when you’re on the frontier, but it’s the most likely place to meet people you have worked with or for in the past, due to the fact it pulls in the people who seek new adventure or challenge”



Eadon
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