Chazcon
10-28-2004, 08:28 AM
...Brummbar sat down, after a long days hunt. The area around Fort Teth is sure getting dangerous, with that Lugian encampment there now, he thought. He took off his helm and lay it on the ground beside him, next to his pack. His head still hurt where that Tiatus had cracked him a good one. Damn hollow weapons. Rubbing it didn't help. He opened the flask of water from his belt and, tilting his head back, let it pour over his face, through his hair. Some food, and an ale or two, sounded really good right now. But first he wanted to see what he had stuffed in his pack while hunting. It was so furious out there, he hadn't had time to examine it yet.
A couple of good katars, that he would sell. He turned them over in his hands. Unarmed, indeed, he thought, with a chuckle. He looked at his own PR crossbow and smiled. It had saved his butt many times. A few gems, that he slipped in his belt pouch. You never know. The rest was just junk, that he would salvage later. Ah hell, I'll just do it now, then head into Arwic to the tavern. He picked up his gear and headed downstairs in his cottage.
The pack he hefted up on the workbench, and dug about for his Ust. "Where is it, Xel?" he said to his pet Ursuin. He dug around some more. "You never talk back, do you, girl?" He wasn't sure if she growled or purred...heh. Still half wild. "Here it is!" he shouted. Under a dress that was on his bench...hmm...Katherine...last weekend...he would have to find her again to see how she was.
Smiling, he pulled a steel girth out of his pack, and set in the vise on the bench. Workmanship didn't look too shabby, but the steel was thin. He'd save as much as he could with his limited tinkering skills. He bent over it and pried the seams apart with the Ust. The rivets popped out easily. The steel strips he saved and tossed in a purple sack he had under the bench. When he had a full bag he'd have to find a tinkerer to pound it into his armor, to thicken it. Could always use thicker armor. Next he took a velvet shirt and cut it up into pieces with the Ust. This he stuffed in a bag for velvet he had on the floor. Almost full. There was a red garnet orb, and he carefully pried out the gems that it was encrusted with. One or two cracked with a loud pop as he worked. "Damn it!" he said under his breath. "I should have somebody else salvage this stuff!" He had a cousin named Alezan who could take apart the best piece of steel armor and not waste a speck of it.
He threw the Ust down at last. His stomach was grumbling. On the way out he stuck a dagger in his belt, and patted Xel on the head. She did that growl thing again. A steak and a pint of ale...yeah. And Katherine...maybe she was in Arwic tonight...
A couple of good katars, that he would sell. He turned them over in his hands. Unarmed, indeed, he thought, with a chuckle. He looked at his own PR crossbow and smiled. It had saved his butt many times. A few gems, that he slipped in his belt pouch. You never know. The rest was just junk, that he would salvage later. Ah hell, I'll just do it now, then head into Arwic to the tavern. He picked up his gear and headed downstairs in his cottage.
The pack he hefted up on the workbench, and dug about for his Ust. "Where is it, Xel?" he said to his pet Ursuin. He dug around some more. "You never talk back, do you, girl?" He wasn't sure if she growled or purred...heh. Still half wild. "Here it is!" he shouted. Under a dress that was on his bench...hmm...Katherine...last weekend...he would have to find her again to see how she was.
Smiling, he pulled a steel girth out of his pack, and set in the vise on the bench. Workmanship didn't look too shabby, but the steel was thin. He'd save as much as he could with his limited tinkering skills. He bent over it and pried the seams apart with the Ust. The rivets popped out easily. The steel strips he saved and tossed in a purple sack he had under the bench. When he had a full bag he'd have to find a tinkerer to pound it into his armor, to thicken it. Could always use thicker armor. Next he took a velvet shirt and cut it up into pieces with the Ust. This he stuffed in a bag for velvet he had on the floor. Almost full. There was a red garnet orb, and he carefully pried out the gems that it was encrusted with. One or two cracked with a loud pop as he worked. "Damn it!" he said under his breath. "I should have somebody else salvage this stuff!" He had a cousin named Alezan who could take apart the best piece of steel armor and not waste a speck of it.
He threw the Ust down at last. His stomach was grumbling. On the way out he stuck a dagger in his belt, and patted Xel on the head. She did that growl thing again. A steak and a pint of ale...yeah. And Katherine...maybe she was in Arwic tonight...