Decker Arsenal

HoH season levi. Source: valucre.net static Gaia dump.

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  6. Tei Kae
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  10. Tei Kae
  11. Dante Decker
  12. Ruuvan
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  14. Ruuvan
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  16. Ruuvan
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  18. Ruuvan
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  22. Ruuvan
  23. Designated Hero
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1Dante Decker

DECKER ARSENAL

LOCATION - DESCRIPTION - LAYOUT - PEOPLE

QUESTS - ORDERING- PAYMENT

INVENTORY - EXAMPLES - CUSTOMERS

Location:

The Arsenal is located on the corner of Main St. and Arwood Ave. Just down the road from the famous Grove of Arvins. Needless to say the location is well traveled and though distant from the Inner city is one of the best-kept and patrolled areas in the outer city. Its Whitewashed buildings and climbing ivy help to set a romantic and upper-class setting only a few blocks from the (true) north gate.

Description:

The Decker Arsenal (formerly the Sunburst Forge) is a quaint two story brick and plaster building adjacent to one of Latents busiest streets in the outer city. A nine-foot high security fence surrounds the lot, and dominates the view of the shop from the main road. The shop itself sits in the northeast corner of the yard (fig.1) Though located in a fairly romantic section of town Dante's shop is anything but new looking. The soot from the chimneys and a long period of abandonment have made it somewhat of a minor eyesore compared to some of the more well kept stores along the street.

Three chimneys rise out of the top of the Spanish-style tiled roof, the ceramic roofing a necessity considering the amount of smoke and fine embers emitted by the forges chimneys. Though producing enough smoke to make it easily distinguishable at just about any point in town it, does not typically linger and quickly dissipates over the town. The fence that surrounds the shops yard is topped with eight inch long cast iron spikes angled slightly towards the outside of the wall for decoration and to discourage any attempts to climb over the wall.

A large steel double gate is on the front side of the fence (facing Arwood Ave.) to allow larger shipments of steel or other materials to the either the shop directly (via the forge’s loading door) or to the yard itself for storage and organization. This gate is nearly always locked from the inside and has no external lock meaning such a gate is only really accessible during business hours. Though perhaps not the most attractive of buildings Dante's shop is a functional and well maintained location that serves him well. Despite its appearance the shop is here to stay, and with its excellent location and existing reputation it is a prime location for such a business.

Layout:

First Floor–

The front door of the shop is elevated approximately three feet off of the usual sidewalk. A set of brick steps descends from either side of the main door with a small landing and a doormat at the top of the steps. The steps are lined with a simple but elegantly designed iron hand rail and attached to the rails supports are the words ‘Decker & Co.’ in brass letters. Above the doorway hangs a wooden post with two hooks hanging down, these hooks may have at one time held the shops banner, but for now remain barren.

Just inside the front door is a luxurious wood lined showroom, with a small brass bell over the door ringing gently every time the door is opened or closed. The walls of which are lined with glass cases of various sizes adorning the walls around the shop filled with various mundane and exceptional weapons. Each case has a small area etched into the corner of each case reading in a scrolling script ‘Please ask for Assistance.’ The showroom terminates with a large oak desk that seems almost as if it were taken from a Bar. The tall desk has a platform behind it that is actually six inches off of the showroom floor, to allow the showroom attendant a commanding view of the room.

Behind the desk is a single large wooden door that leads out of the showroom to a small storeroom for overstock items or some more valuable items that may not be completely secure. This door ism usually locked and the attendant and Dante are the only ones that currently have keys. Inside the storerooms are various shelves and second locked door. The size of the doors and their proximity prevents both doors from being opened at the same time as they swing towards each other. This means a maximum of three people can come through at a single time.

On the opposite side of the showroom is Dante’s Workshop. This room is filled with wide worktables and drawing areas, whole corners are devoted to holding blueprints and small steel ingots are stacked on various tables to help hold the blueprints in place. Several small circular frosted glass windows let diffused light in illuminating the workroom, as well as half a dozen small work lights that are clamped onto the edges of the work tables. A large industrial fan helps keep this room cool being so close to the forge area just on the other side of the workshops southern wall. A metal door separates the forge area from the workshop. This ‘wall’ is actually a sliding temporary well that can be folded and slid via a set of rails to one side of the shop to allow for easy access from the workshop to the forge.

The forge is twice the size of any other room in the shop (with the exception of the basement of course) against the outer stonewall are three large stone forges. Each forge is lit and unless Dante is actively working they are simply idling, burning but not roaring. Above each forge is a smoke hood that leads to the shops distinctive three separate chimneys. Each forge looks very much like the other, as do the three identical anvils that are set adjacent to the forge. The stone floor of the forge 9for obvious fire prevention reasons) is clean and uncluttered; hundreds of different metalworking tools line the walls, from Hammers, and punches, to dies and metal cutting guillotines. A set of 1, 3, and 6-ton impact hammers powered by a power source in the basement line the east wall with a English Wheel completing the list of forge tools.

A small two-person elevator sits just west of the stairwell and only travels from the basement to the shop level; its winches and motors are stored adjacent to it in a small soundproof closet in the workroom. A stairwell that runs from the basement to the second floor with a wide landing on the first floor level. This wooden staircase is isolated from the forge by a stonewall, and a steel plate reinforces the stairwell it from any potential attacks coming from the show room much like the workshop is protected.

The Basement-

With the exception of the Elevator the Shop’s Basement is not much different than many of the wine cellars. Arched brickwork reinforce the shop above them and provide exceptional strength for what is only a two story building, even if the stone slab above the basement is an impressive six feet of stone. This shelter provides excellent humidity control for the metal ore stored down here as well as providing a safe haven for Dante should the town come under attack. Though the basement takes up the entire floor, because its separated be dozens of brick columns and arched ceilings it has an almost labyrinthine feeling to it, as due to the arrangement of the materials you cannot simply walk from one wall to other directly. At the southern corner of the basement is a pair of back-up generators in case the shop is forced to provide its own power, as well as an emergency food and weapon locker to assist in defending the forge in case something should breach Latents outer wall. All told the forge could conceivably support over a hundred civilians with food and water for three weeks and weaponry and ammo for up to a week should the supply yard gate hold that long.

Besides the maze of materials that is the Shops basement; at the center of the maze is a section of columns that is bricked up to produce a small separated room. There does not seem to be any door or latch to open, in order to enter this area. As it stands it is a mystery but perhaps its better that way…

The Second Floor-

The second floor is the living area of the shop, and is separated into three areas. Directly ahead of the stairwell lies the common area. A large screen TV in the corner of the room dominates this area. A matching (if worn) couch and love seat combo separate this area from the kitchen/dining area. Directly behind the seating area is an oak dinner table with four wooden chairs, and a breakfast bar that opens into the small but workable kitchen area. Heading back towards the stairs is a wide hallway that continues around the stairs and back towards the eastern wall of the building. To each side of the stairwell is a pair of bedrooms.

Each of the four rooms on the second floor are Spartan by comparison to most homes but certainly more spacious than most dorms or hostels. To one side sat a simple twin sized bed covered with a common brown colored wool blanket. Next to the bed sat a small desk, and a set of dresser drawers, a small bookshelf built into the wall near the door, and taking up a good portion of the right hand corner of the room was a small bathroom with a shower and toilet and a sink. It was cramped for certain, but definitely livable and better than sharing a bathroom with someone else.

People:

Dante Daniel Decker-

Role: Owner and Chief Armorer.

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 178 lbs

Eye Color: An almost dark Olive Green or pale Emerald Green

Description: Neither particularly tall nor particularly short Dante stands an unimpressive five foot nine inches capped off with what has grown out into a somewhat shaggy short haircut that stops just above his eyes. A much more relaxed form then his usual military buzz cut, Dante’s fiery red hair has long since remained mostly hidden under his now almost trademarked cowboy hat though a corner stone of his appearance his hat is not truly a cowboy hat if anything it could be closer considered a fedora than a true cowboy hat, but alas such titles are hard to remove after four years and such his ‘cowboy’ hat has remained with him.

Dante’s’ skin tone is fairly common for an Ankaa, that is to say he is extremely pale, though not of sickly skin tone and does not seem to tan regardless of exposure. His eyes area faded shade of Emerald green though to be honest he rarely leaves them exposed, for view most commonly a pair of rimless designer sunglasses hide his eyes and all to often his intentions from those he spends time with. Though fairly quiet and often times fairly preachy when he is around most of those he is an acquaintance of, he is often very open and giving to those few he has become comfortable with. It is in fact the few people who he is close to that may perhaps individually know more about Dante then the entire combined mass of those who are merely acquaintances. It is in this way that Dante has made some very close and long time friends and still kept to being a fairly unknown fighter amongst most Leviathan Stadium residents.

Dante is extremely physically fit for his wiry frame, though not overtly muscular, the work of a forge does demand some strength and as thus he is well built, his unusual training regiment of long hours in a hot forge countered by long hours of stretching and running tends to keep him from really bulking up much, it does however make for an incredibly lithe body form and one that is very quick to react and parry, as well as strike when he has to.

2Dante Decker

Quests:

These Quests are considered cannon, but are so minor in the grand scheme of things that they wont make you a hero… They may get you some ‘free’ equipment though if you’re willing to invest the sweat equity. A note to those interested in performing these tasks, depending on what you accomplish will determine what sort of reward you get. Slay a dragon and bring back its horn scales, and teeth and we may just give you a new weapon of choice. Whitewash the store and we may just give you a chain mail shirt, or count it as having been referred by a former customer for a custom weapon.

How much effort you put in (post length, the danger of the quest, how much its useful to us) will determine the reward. Do not take this as we're required to give you your one truest wish as we will decide the usefulness to us, not what you feel its worth. All such quests will be posted outside the front door on a cork board for passing travelers to read without having to enter the shop. If you have a quest you’d like completed by others in Latent you can use our board for free but please PM it to us first and if we approve we will add it below.

  • Whitewash the Shop-

What? You thought we were joking? After several years of abandonment and the continued industrial presence felt in Latents nearby merchant sector. The Shop is looking pretty shabby, especially for being in such a nice part of town. Your mission; repaint the outside masonry and yard wall. A good strong adventurer like you should be able to do it in a day or two tops. Speak to Dante or Maer for details and on completion.

+Sweep the Chimneys

Whoa boy those things are chock full of soot by this point! It’s a fire hazard for so much coke dust to build up in the flue and Dante is worried about starting a flue fire in his nice clean shop. If you’ll take the time to take on this dangerous job Dante would be willing to reward you handsomely in arms or armor. Speak to Dante for details.

+Rare and Wonderful Hides!

There is no doubt that Gaia has a wide proliferation of wonderful and amazing beasts, and more interesting still is that all these beasts parts can be used for something. This is not so much a quest as a standing request; Dante pays well for the parts of an animal (cleaned) and ready for use by him for any number of projects. The more rare the species or the finer the hide/tooth/claw/skin/etc. the more he’s willing to pay or trade for.

Condition 1: We don’t just buy skins from the ‘rack’ we prefer to buy skins from recent kills that are cleaned and ready to be tanned or processed. As such we need to see the post where you fight said beast, and claim its components for trade. So get out there, hunt! And claim the natural booty that surrounds you.

Condition 2: No Baby or Immature animals, this isn’t about them being super cute or any of that jazz. Simply put it’s not only dishonorable, but it’s harmful to the environment to kill juvenile creatures that might otherwise grow up to continue their species. Killing all of them till their gone makes it harder for everyone involved in such trade and may eventually put you out of work.

Condition 3: All skins and hides must be from fresh kills, scavenged hides are dirty and could bear disease and thus are not wanted. Teeth, and bones of scavenged skeletons however are bought but they will fetch a lower price due to natural erosion and the lack of challenge in their capture.

Condition 4: We do not buy live animals, either kill it in the field or let it go, in addendum we do not buy skin or teeth of sentient creatures. Thus no Orc, or Goblin skin are admissible. Goblin tools or contraptions however may be negotiable.

Condition 5: We will buy what we need, if you have left over material it is your responsibility to cart away the material and sell it or dispose of it elsewhere.

+Quick Stone Scurry

Quick Stone is a very efficient fine sharpening stone of grey-green color sometimes found near rare ore deposits. Originally it was used by the Dwarves to sharpen some of the toughest weapons of the day, it is in fact one of the only substances that can put a proper edge on mithral. When used on conventional steel it allows for an exceptionally fine edge that is both sharp and smooth to a level unobtainable with other natural sharpening stones. As such it’s incredibly valuable, and only found in a few rare places. Primarily it is found in Rock crevices and several of the old Dwarven mines where it can still be found mixed with other ore. Because of its subterranean location though many dangers await in the dark of the Mithral Mountains, and this should not be an adventure undertaken by the weak of heart.

Speak to Dante for details, Good for a reference, and probably something more. Being undertaken by Ruuvan

Ordering:

For Flat sale items the traditional format follows-

  1. Choose your item (Please send a PM with the item you want to purchase)
  1. Pay your money (Send the trade to Dante Decker)
  1. Wait. ( I will confirm the trade After I have PMed you with your serial numbered item,and write up. Depending on traffic, or how crazy my life is this may take a day or two. One PM is enough, if I see a trade and no PM I will PM you to find out which item you wanted or cancel the trade till you do it right.)

For Custom items and weapons-

  1. Get a very good idea of what you want (see text)
  1. Get a reference from a prior customer or complete an open quest. (See the former customers list below, or look up for open quests)
  1. Make sure you have a very good idea of what you want.
  1. Come to the Shop, introduce yourself to Dante, and present the Reference.
  1. Tell Dante what you want (see steps 1, and 3)
  1. Complete any secondary quests or requests of the Smith
  1. Send trade (This will not be confirmed until you have been sent your item.)
  1. Wait. (Customs take time, if your not willing to wait a bit you probably shouldn’t have sought out a custom weapon.)
  1. Rejoice when you receive your item. (You will now be added to the Former customers list, the responsibility of recommending people worthy of such weapons is now yours,)

Payment:

For conventional items or flat sale items the cost will usually be listed with the item. This cost is to be paid both IC (as per ‘John pays 300 gold to the attendant’) and OOC (as in Send a trade of the amount listed in pure, no items please) Its for this reason that I will try and keep the flat sale items cost down to make them more accessible to everyone. Why do you have to pay both IC and OOC gold? Because you will be getting an image and a write up (usually quite a lengthy one) with your purchase. If it’s an item that’s not a custom the cost will usually be fairly low but the weapon will still be of excellent quality. Some items wont list a price or will be listed something like ‘five silver’ those prices that are below 1 gold can be effectively ignored as they are merely fluff items that only cost IC currency, as such you do not have to send a trade for them.

Custom items however are another matter entirely. In order to receive a custom order from Dante you must have an IC reference from one of Dante’s former customers (see below) what form does this reference have to come in? Well traditionally it would be a letter of introduction from the person introducing you to me, or conversely you will be lead to the shop by the former customer and introduced in person. Don’t think you can convince one of those legendary people to recommend you? Well Dante always has errands that need to be run, the more you run or the more important the task the more likely Dante is willing to trust you.

The cost for a custom item is hard to calculate it will be determined by the customs difficulty, the power of the item in question, and just how bloody long it will take me to complete. A finished custom usually includes a several page long description and an image suitable for including in a bio or occasionally (if requested) a signature. Though an exact cost is very difficult to calculate for a reference point most customs start at 100,000 gold pure (IC & OOC) Do not feel this is an impossible amount to reach. Sometimes references will not only allow you to get a custom item they may reduce the cost of it as well, so choose your references wisely.

Sob stories or missions of revenge will not count as references so do not try. The most you’ll get is a mundane weapon and a swift boot out of the shop, sometimes requiring the mundane item to be forcibly removed from you before your able to continue on with your journey.

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Inventory:

[Coming Soon...]

Examples:

In no particular order.

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[[05]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/work/bokkens.gif)[[06]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/work/q1c.png)[[07]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/273c.png)[[08]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/M63.png)

[[09]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/sigp300.png)[[10]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/ArgusSMG1c.png)[[11]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/night.png)[[12]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/machete.png)

[[13]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/disassembly.png)[[14]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/pitbull.png)[[15]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/guns/pnd2.png)[[16]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/Hardware/sierra.png)

[[17]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/Hardware/Machette.png)[[18]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/Hardware/saif1.png)[[19]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/Hardware/faefae4.png)[[20]](http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v203/jay3135/kids/nagamaki-s.gif)

Customers:

These are the people that can provide you with a letter of reference for a custom item from Dantes forge. Most are willing enough to give their consent as long as you behave yourself and act in a suitable manner. Some may make you prove your worth, while others may judge you based on other criteria. It is their decision to make. Please PM the person of choice before hand and let them know what your trying to do, and then meet with them somewhere accessible so that such a recommendation can be verified.

They are all nice folk, show them courtesy and they shall return it. Cross them and fear their wrath.

Kanashimi Kurai

Wistomaniac Darkchild

Winter Rose Darkchild

Nedyfay Norrell

Enki Leviathan

HonoRaven

Vahn Fah

Tellus Jade Leviathan

Silver Alexander

Sunstrike

Maximos

Evan White

Ruuvan

Faeriun Decker

Shouyin

Scyllua

Customers I owe Art to-

These are people that are lucky enough to have a 'get into store free card' they do not require a reference for a custom, and despite being required to show up IC are pretty much guaranteed a freebie.

Designated Hero

Ecks X

Psychofish

Maximos

If you have a question for me directly, and do not have a reason to be IC at this location please PM me and I will answer your question as soon as possible. Please keep all OOC in this location to a minimum and only include it in this thread if accompanying an IC post.

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[Reserved, Just in case...]

Time line-

09/01/08- Store now officially open, a tad delayed do to a family trip that was less relaxing then planned.

5Dante Decker

So the store was officially open, it had taken three days or so to finalize everything and take items from the safe and put them on display but the shop was essentially ready to go, it of course lacked two things. First it lacked advertising, not a bad thing by itself as Dante wasn’t necessarily doing this for the money, and given time word of mouth would grow. Not that he wouldn’t assist such gossip by placing an advertisement in the paper soon enough, but that could wait.

Second he lacked customers, a symptom of the first but none-the-less still as important. He realized he’d been running a custom shop for so long the thought that he might sell regular items for travelers was probably a tad hard to grasp for some. Such was the market, however with everyone on the move there was perhaps more money to be made in the selling of mundane articles to travelers than a few highly priced and prized custom weapons.

He had considered the local competition and dismissed it as his usual merchant mind over complicating issues. There were resources to be collected here, contracts to be finished and of course peace to be contemplated. After his rather violent and difficult hunting trip in the desert it was nice to have access to fresh water and a shower ‘on demand’ as it were. That did not mean the silence of the foothills wasn’t missed, but some things (such as material resources) made Latent a much better choice for his forge. Such was the life of a merchant it seemed, he went where the people and pieces were.

Dante had been up since dawn in his workshop fighting with a rather troublesome turbine section and its linkage to a rotary chamber mechanism. Why Dante was attaching a steam turbine to a transmission and rotary chamber was perhaps the best question that could be asked at the moment but luckily for him there was no one around to ask such a question. The rotary chamber had seven indents in its surface that disappeared beneath a curved piece of metal that sealed each chamber as it came in line with an opening. In truth it looked like the base of a giant gun without a barrel.

On the table lay a similar system attached to what looked like a four foot long chainsaw, both drive systems and the turbine were about the size of a basketball in diameter, far too large to be carried by a single person for any notable distance considering their mass. Which would probably explain the mass of steam pistons and reinforced steel joints that made up the skeleton of some metal monstrosity…

Though really that would be more surprising if it weren’t Dante doing it. As it were though he seemed to be happy fiddling with this and that. He had a small mounting of cast parts set to one corner of his workshop mostly cast the day before. At this point he was merely assembling the sub assemblies so that they could be fit to the frame. He finished attached what appeared to a be a conical devices with three hoses coming out of it to the back of the revolving chamber mechanism and using torque wrench secured the eight screws that attached both a balance weight and the conical devices to the back of it before pushing it to the far end of his work table.

After having taken a quick measurement of the base of the conical device at the back of the rotary chamber with a set of calipers he walked over to one of the metal skeletons ‘arms’ and checked the diameter of the conical device against the inside of what seemed to be a securing collar of some kind. Obviously the collar was meant to allow for modular changes to the ‘hands’ of the beast and now that both Chainsaw and chamber were equipped with their Modular Attachment Device or M.A.D. as Dante had referred to it on his hectic blueprint the actual work on the insides and locomotion of the beast could continue.

Dante’s stomach rumbled loudly as if in response to his mental notes to keep working, realizing he’d had no breakfast and was pushing deeper into Lunch territory he decided it was time to take a break. He put down his tools and walked through the forge to the stairs, jogging upstairs to the kitchen for some bread and such to make a sandwich.

6Tei Kae

A glance up, and purple eyes narrowed. Sneaky b*****d, she thought as she pushed the door open. Their own store opening had taken her and Lucian about three days as well, and now Fae was going about, passing out flyers and cards to Latent's businesses. But for the moment, she'd play it by the books. Besides, it's not like she could talk about being sneaky.

"Hello? Anyone here?", she called out, her voice as bright and shining as ever.

7Dante Decker

Dante rolled his eyes as he heard the small bell above the showrooms door begin to jingle. Being directly above in the kitchen Dante heard it loud and clear. He was not happy about however as he held in his hands the very sandwich he had come up here to make, and he hoped eat.

"Just a minute..."

He called down, and began to quickly make his way across the upstairs common room, down the stairs, into the forge, into the workshop and finally to the set of double doors between him and the showroom. Catching his breath he swung the workshop door inwards and closed it behind him turning around in the small store room to find an empty shelf to put his sandwich on. Finding no decent place he finally decided to rest it on the inventory clipboard and hoped it wouldn't be long. He mentally made a note to box Maers ears for being gone so long, for a paid employee he had certainly taken his time collecting his belongings.

"Always when I'm eating..."

He commented quietly to himself and pulled open the second door of the closet appearing behind the desk to greet Fae... He would have commented on her being a sneaky b***h, but he was far to surprised to see her there to mentally comment.

"Uh.. Fae-"

He stammered as he walked around the counter to greet her, still a tad flabbergasted that she was there, with no advertising having gone on he could only assume some twist of fate had brought her here. This was not good, not necessarily bad, just not necessarily good either. With time ticking down and an unknown threat lurking out there for Latent he wasn't sure if he could finish up these prototypes in time to make a difference. At least with his wife present...

"...what are you doing in Latent?"

8Tei Kae

She raised one eyebrow, and smiled at her husband, in a seemingly perfectly innocent manner. "Well, Lucian brought to my attention a property of mine that's been neglected since before the HoH, two years ago.." Not really needing to say what exactly had stopped anything from it being perused then. When one of her splits had kinda taken over after the wedding, and then entered her in HoH with the demoness Ra'kar, Demon Kain and another man known as Rain Yupa. It had cost Dante his hand to get her back after all, and Fae was easily creeped out with any mention of the hand, although it was part of the husband she loved, and therefore accepted.

"And he decided that he'd like to follow in his parent's footsteps and become industrious." She flipped out a flyer, and handed it to him to look over at his leisure. "So I'm passing out flyers for the grand opening of "D'ine" a small chuckle over the name her son had chosen. A mixture of his 'Dad's' intial, and 'ine' from undine. "Mostly simple fare with..." a smirk crossing her face letting him know that she was doing something mischevious. "...some amazing desserts." Which meant either she'd finally told Lucian some of her recipes, or she was preparing them herself.

"The girls are doing fine though. I've had to redo the living room due to Devon. Oh, and she somehow got into your workshop, but I'm pretty sure I took everything away from her before she could figure it out." She thought for a moment, since they were meeting up, she might as well catch him up on things.

"Dakota....well, apparently got into some of my spell books." There was the smallest twitch from Fae which meant a few nasty things had happened thing. "...and Wu says hi. I really think those girls are too much, even for someone as wonderful as Wu."

9Dante Decker

Dante took the flyer from her and read it silently as she continued talking, Dante taking it all in a piece at a time before placing it on the counter, he would have to find a place to tack it up later.

"Id say he gets his mercantilism from me, but breaking into my workshop and stealing your spell books is probably more likely from my side, then his industrialism."

Lucian certainly had come a long way since he first saw him and gave him his last name, a rather unorthodox choice for a man not even dating a women to take when she was unconscious but it was better he had a name, any name other than none. His thoughts turned to the girls and Little Wu who was occupied tending to the girls back at the plantation.

“Wu really is a great girl, I hope she’s getting some rest occasionally though…”

He smiled as he thoughts about Wu, but the smile didn’t last long. He knew if Fae was here he would have to tell her that he would be gone for a bit. Of course saying it directly wasn’t necessarily hard, but how the hell do you start that kind of stuff off? Dante had always been decent with word but sometimes they failed him miserably. This was one of those times.

“…But Fae I need to tell you I’m a tad occupied at the moment, and may be for some time. I opened this forge back up to fulfill a contract. A contract that’s rather important and now that Lucian is in town one even more important. I’m here to work on the contract to improve Latent’s defenses.”

Yeah that sucked, it was true of course and all but it certainly was not put as delicately as he would have liked. In fact he wondered if he could have said it anymore over dramatically. Day one and already he had been through a flurry of emotion and he was not expecting it to be like this. Certainly not expecting Fae, at least not yet. If he wasn’t so scatterbrained he would probably have moved onto anger by this point. Fiery temper as he was the hate inside him had burned for the last few days it had driven him and pushed him deeper into this contract, and now that he was making progress he wasn’t sure how well he would handle his family in town.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m going to be a bit distracted for while.”

If that wasn’t the blatant truth than he was a liar, he had discovered a lot on Barthavos, but more so on the roads back to latent and he still had very little insight into what had happened. With everything he had seen the lives he’d touched on the road back it stood to reason that he was astoundingly confused to find most memories of his trip missing. Not amnesia just a blatant gray fog rolling through his mind. Had it not been for the incident at the cafe earlier in the day he probably wouldn’t be so focused on it but now he fully realized he needed to work, work to understand why he obfuscated such profound things from himself. Things that had made him so conflicted inside, yet blissfully ignorant on the outside.

“It will probably be for the best anyways, we always get tangled up when were in the kitchen together and Lucian could use your help right now.”

…And that was that, he wasn’t sure there was much else to be said, and though he wanted to just hold up his hand to keep her from asking questions, that would be rude and certainly not how she should treat his wife. After all saying he’s going to be purposely driving himself into his work was bad enough. He at least should leave her open to respond. Not that he wanted to here her response in fear of having tipped off her fiery temper, but he had to do this there were no ‘ifs’ it was as serious as any cancer and just as painful for him to sit back and not work actively to solve this problem.

10Tei Kae

Oh...

wow...

Ouch...

"Yes, of course." She seemed accepting enough. And didn't say anything else really. They'd always gone their own separate ways. In some ways, that was what made their marriage work.

It had always been her talking over their line, rarely ever him. Apparently, this was just something he felt the need to do alone. But she was quiet, something she almost never was. Something that was worse than her temper.

"I'll leave you to your work then." Not a trace of hurt entered her voice, but she was. She simply turned around, and headed back out the door. If he wouldn't talk, there was no way to force him to, and she loved him as he was, she wouldn't try and change him.

11Dante Decker

Ack…

It wasn’t that he didn’t want her to leave, he hadn’t been expecting her to be truthful but that didn’t mean he wanted her to just up and leave. That was that though he had just been far more efficient than he had been planning. Not a word of discourse or disagreement meant bad things he could tell, even if she didn’t say them directly some things were very apparent to the smith. Through out all of her exit, his tongue merely hung limp in his mouth just a bit sad and shocked expression on his face as she left. Though apparently struck moot by his own effect he frowned when she was finally out of sight, as much as he knew he should he did not go after her. Once she was truly gone and he couldn’t feel her in the immediate area he finally spoke out loud, barely a whisper but he had to say it even if she didn’t hear it.

“Im sorry Faeriun…”

It had to be done he told himself, his mind reacting to the logical conclusion but his conscious still answered back ’I know!’ and after each repetition he answered his own logic in a more aggravated tone before he finally lost control of himself and slammed his hand down on the countertop in frustration his tongue finding the volume he yearned for earlier.

“I KNOW, DAMNIT! I know…”

He took a deep breath and held it in letting his heart rate slow from his outburst. Hearing his own heart beat in his chest several times as it began to slow before he finally let his breath out. His heart rate slowly winding back down he turned around and opened the small supply room closing the door behind him and ignoring the sandwich as he head into the work room and laid his head on his workspace with an echoing thud. Dante wasn’t the sort to go on a self destructive rampage especially when there was work to be done but for the moment he let his head rest there and closed his eyes to get his head to shut up while he tried to refocus on the work in front of him.

“meh…”

Dante removed his head from the desk and flipped a paperclip to the other side of the worktable before standing up and quietly walking to the forge. If Maer was gone, and His mind wouldn’t stop beating him self up over Fae and his recent runaway emotions the best thing he could do was focus on something else. Not wanting to bang endlessly on the good steel Dante looked around the shop for something to use, the scrap bin had just what its name implied scrap, but all the pieces there were too small to use unless melted back down and that would take too much time to effective in this stress relief exercise.

Not far from the Scrap bin however was a dustbin and tick from its top were three pieces of old rebar, not rusty but definitely in the ‘used’ area of their life span. He’d forgotten about them having found them in the basement probably left over from the construction of the shop, but since they were stored in the moisture-controlled basement they had stayed in fairly good condition. Now the mild steel in rebar is not a particularly great choice for a weapon by itself but mixed with some better quality steel and a bit of heat you could make a perfectly serviceable blade out if it. And little bits of better steel were just what he on hand.

Taking some binding wire from a spool near one of the forge Dante laid out the three pieces of rebar and added a few thin strips of fine steel and wrapped them all together tightly so they wouldn’t shift around in the fire. That was the easy part of course… Switching on the fans below the forge on he watched the fire begin to roar as he waited for it to reach hot enough temperatures to tack the pieces together. Placing the bundle in the fire as he went to get some larger tongs and he gloves. From this point on he would be dealing with exceptionally hot metal.. That was the point of pattern welding after all, its got to form one cohesive structure.

Once he was prepared and the bundle had began to fuse he used the large tongs to withdraw the orange hot mass of steel from the fire and carried it quickly to one of the impact hammers. Holding it with his tongs he pressed on the release pedal, forcing the mechanical hammer drown onto the steel squishing the bundle slightly and forcing out any air that might be left between the pieces Once he’d passed the entire length of the bundle through the hammer he pulled it back and just tapped the pedal once the hammer forcing down on the steel and holding it against the anvil below before twisting the tongs making the whole bundle wrap around itself like one giant piece of liquorish. The metal had cooled down with all this manipulation to a dark red and Dante quickly moved back to forge and reinserted it into the fire before it cooled too much letting the heat from the forge bring the steel back up to the bright orange color of before.

Once more Dante took it to the drop hammer and pressed down on the foot pedal, the electric motor driving a fly wheel that forced a large hammer head downwards with a ton of force onto the bundle shaping it into a long thin rectangle from its liquorish stick shape of before. The Blank of pattern welded steel was now almost too long to work with so Dante took it over to the forge stuck the first half in the fire and left it there retrieve his six pound hammer. Returning he placed the placed the half heated sword onto the anvil and aligned a section of orange hot metal with the flat edge of the anvil striking the overhanging part first at the tip and them quickly moving in towards the edge of the anvil to fold the piece of steel into a ninety-degree bend. Picking up the piece I placed the tip against the anvil and struck the cool section of the sword folding the metal over onto itself and struck it so as to force as much air from the joint as possible.

Once more into the fire and the ‘Scrap sword’ that he had chosen to call it for now was now on its way to being more then just some left over steel.

12Ruuvan

A nice looking place Dante had chosen for himself. Fairly out of the way, access for deliveries, and above all secure. It might have been interesting to attempt to get in one night and see what surprises Dante had in place, if any. Something for another time, and another person. Ruuvan couldn't be bothered with it; aside from a little joke what good was it? Exactly.

Out of everything going on in Gaia, Ruuvan figured Dante would open shop relatively far away from it all. He didn't know what was going on, aside from the few bits he overheard, and frankly he didn't feel the need to get involved. Strange for one who devoted themselves to the cause of right and all that, one who fought as a General in many wars against darkness, but until he learnt more he would observe.

Ruuvan was wearing fairly plain clothes; an almost beige-green colour that shifted with every movement. Outside it was perfect for melding into the background. They appeared no more than rags, but the way they fit and hung from his body suggested precision and not a single fold done unnecessarily. On his feet were simple yet sturdy boots, nice and soft on the sole. His bow was across his back, quiver at his hip, and a single long Elven blade tucked in behind the bow in its own sheath.

The blades Dante had made for him sat atop a finely carved stand in his home. They were prized possessions, but since he rebirth he found himself drawn to his old styles of fighting. No doubt those swords would be used again, in something worthy of their craft, but not menial tasks.

As he entered the store a friendly chime rang out, signaling his arrival. How quaint. Dante would most likely be manning the shop, unless he had hired someone he trusted enough to run it. Though surely enough Dante would be the only one making the orders.

No business brought him here really, except maybe a few sharpening stones worthy of Elven steel, but otherwise a social visit.

13Dante Decker

Now that Dante had a strip of metal that could actually be made into a sword he had several options as to how to accomplish this. Though because he wasn’t trying to lengthen this project anymore than he should, with other work that was supposed to be taking priority. So in order to save time Dante went with one of the first methods he learned about forging; the Draw and Fold method. Though this was not always the best method for some swords because of its mixed material choices Dante needed a good means of homogenizing the steel if it was ever going to be battle ready….

Ching-a-ling-ling

Came the store bell as another person came in though the front door of the shop catching Dante off guard nearly ruining the sword he was working on by twisting it off the end of the anvil. Dante put the hammer down on a nearby workbench and marched angrily towards the front door, growling all the way. Coming to the workshop he maneuvered around the metal superstructure that was the frame work of his steam powered armored suit. He opened the door into the back of supply closet and took a deep breath so he wouldn’t seem so frustrated when he emerged from the other side. His calming attempt successful he closed his eyes and opened the door leading to the main shop opening once nearly through the door his mouth already moving before his vision had fully adjusted to the light.

“May I help you?

Oh, Mr., Lassanger.” Dante smiled and closed the door behind him as he walked up to the oak counter that separated them.

“What can I do for you today?”

14Ruuvan

No one would ever know that Dante had almost ruined that sword, or that he was irritated as he stood at the counter. He seemed as good as ever, a little more wear and tear from life as would've been expected, but otherwise healthy. No cigarette, though that could just have been a policy within the shop. Digression.

"I think we're onto friendlier terms, Dante." Besides, mister sounded too formal, "You could help me find something to get this back to scratch, so to speak."

Quickly and carefully enough the blade was drawn and set carefully on the counter. A simple long Elven blade, slightly curved towards the end, with a small guard and sturdy-enough grip.

"If you stock those kind of stones, that is."

Ruuvan couldn't tell you the exact type of stone, or the makeup of such stones and the metal they worked on, but he knew that something this refined would need a hell of a good sharpening stone.

15Dante Decker

Dante just smiled at his friends response, he had to recoup some of the frustration he'd just locked away for later projects somehow and picking on Ruuvan seemed to do the job, at least for now. Dante watch him draw the weapon and place it on the counter to which Dante promptly picked it up with the tips of his fingers and let it bounce a bit as Dante judged its weight and general balance. His face crumpled up as he seemed deep in some arcane calculation , but then faded as he put the weapons down and picked it up by the handle running the blade along the back of his finger nail and judging by its sharpness how much work it would need, and boy did it need a lot barely a cut into the nail at all, and certainly no blood.

"Yeah you definitely need it sharpened, but I'll be honest with you I'm fresh out of Quick Stones so I cant be much help to you. I don't even have enough to install any in the sheaths either which is gonna hurt my profits this month.

I actually put a wanted sign out front for some adventurer to go retrieve some for me but so far no takers... I need quite a few of them if they are to last me awhile."

Dante wiped the sword down with and oil cloth to remove the finger prints he'd placed on it while weighing it and put it back on the counter for Ruuvan to retrieve.

"To be honest its all a bit depressing having opened up so recently and not having any of it in stock."

16Ruuvan

Well fancy that. There was Ruuvan with nothing to do, and there was Dante with a job that needed doing. However could such a situation be resolved?

"Well then, if it is in both our interests, I'll go and fetch some of this stone for you." He was always up for a job of such description; the more danger associated the better, "A piece for myself and perhaps a lining of it in my sheath for payment?"

Perhaps the last part was asking too much, but Dante would know that - if his request was too much, of course - Ruu would make up the difference out of his own pocket. After all, a sheath that sharpened your weapon was very handy.

Just as carefully and quickly as he drew it, Ruu had the blade in hand and slid it onto his back. He had his bow, since the sword would not be sharp enough for defense, and a projectile weapon-come-quarterstaff was just as good in a fight.

17Dante Decker

"I must warn you though they aren't exactly just sitting out in the open for the harvesting. You'll have to go to the Mithral Mountains, and well from there you'll just plain have to search. Most of them can be found already shaped, but worn in old Dwarven mines where they were used to sharpen picks and mining equipment. I can use those stones for sheath inerts, but for actually sharpening weapons I need new, raw stones, and those you will find deep in the tunnels among the other ore."

Dante pulled out a small piece of stone not much larger than a quarter around, the stone a sort of a gray-green in color and seemingly smooth to the touch he did not dare try to run his finger over its surface he knew how painful it could be.

"To be fair is sort of a mix of mineral a Mitheral tough dust of some sort mixed with a smooth almost oily stone of some sort, which means it doesn't require lubrication and cuts into steel well. Other than that though your guess is as good as mine. You'll need to bring some sort of light source with you, personally Id suggest magical and technological it gets dark and dangerous in those old tunnels as things better left forgotten have made their homes there."

OOC: sorry man My wife pulled me off the computer (literally) before I could finish it last night ![smilies/icon_sweatdrop.gif ]

18Ruuvan

Ruuvan had no doubt that this would be hard, that was why he suggested it after all, but the warning Dante gave still didn't hurt. It was always better to go in prepared, otherwise death could be around any corner in those kind of place. He took a moment to examine the stone, not requiring touch as he could guess the outcome, and affirmed it in his mind for recollection later.

All the way to the Mithral Mountains, then hours trudging around in the dank caves looking for either used stones or amongst the ore. Hopefully he wouldn't need to actually mine it from the walls - though that would be an easy enough task - and it would simply be sitting in piles of ore. It was nice to have hope.

The comment of light made him smile; magic was as good as technology, and he could light his way easily enough, but being an Elf he could see in the dark. Maximos' floating home was pitch dark inside, he could see it as if it were a bright day.

"Give me directions and I'd be more than happy to oblige, Dante."

Finally, something exciting.

19Dante Decker

"Directions?" Dante scratched the side of his head as he tried to decide how best to explain 'go that way till ya cant, then find a whole a crawl into' but he really couldn't it put it much better that that.

"Well, head North North West until you reach the mountains, then try and find a valley of some sort that leads up to one of the old mines. There's dozens of them around there, but to be more specific Ive no idea. I'd suggest either following some clues from the abandoned equipment up there or better yet finding a village and getting a guide. Otherwise your kind of on your own."

Dante shrugged visibly -that would do- it wasn't perfect but what was an adventure if X always marked the spot?

"To be fair there's a reason you don't see a whole lot of this stuff on the market... That's why Ive run out. Now Im going to need a fair amount of both types of stones, so really what ever you can carry without weighing yourself down would be appreciated.

I'm willing to pay a hundred gold an ounce for the unrefined stones, and fifty gold and ounce used... hopefully that should make it worth your while."

20Ruuvan

Ruuvan made a mental list as Dante spoke, securing all the information that was necessary; the directions, what he required, and the payment to be received. It all sounded simple enough, if one disregarded the earlier warnings, but things never went as smoothly as you thought. If it ever happened once in your life, consider yourself lucky.

With a nod once Dante was done, Ruuvan took a few steps back towards the door.

"Well I can't put say how long it will take me, but the next time you see me I'll have a bag of stones for you." Said as a statement of fact.

And with that, since the business was concluded, Ruuvan pulled the door open and slid back out into daylight.

How much could he carry? It had been a long time since he actually tested his strength, like trying weights and all that business, since spars hardly gave you a measurement to go by. He would play it by ear, or by pain in this case. Once he found the mine, a few journeys back and forth to get a few more bags of stones, maybe. Pay a local trader to deliver them? Thoughts for another time.

Ruuvan took off towards the mountains.

21Dante Decker

Ruuvan Wrote:

Ruuvan made a mental list as Dante spoke, securing all the information that was necessary; the directions, what he required, and the payment to be received. It all sounded simple enough, if one disregarded the earlier warnings, but things never went as smoothly as you thought. If it ever happened once in your life, consider yourself lucky.

With a nod once Dante was done, Ruuvan took a few steps back towards the door.

"Well I can't put say how long it will take me, but the next time you see me I'll have a bag of stones for you." Said as a statement of fact.

And with that, since the business was concluded, Ruuvan pulled the door open--

"Well now hold on a second Ruuvan, I didn't say Id let you just walk out there without something to keep ya safe..."

Dante said as he turned towards the supply closet door and opened it sticking his head inside to rummage around a bit. finding the sandwich he had left there an hour ago with a grunt of satisfaction before returning to his hunt through the various bins in the supply closet.

"Now where did I put those darn things..."Dante pushed drawers of knives closed pulled open another drawer of arrow heads the finally looked up and saw what he was looking for.

"ah.. there we go"

Above Dante's head hanging by a nail was a quiver of arrows, though there was no description or tag on them Dante grabbed a handful (about five) and came pack to the counter laying them down. They were of a reed of some sort, jet black in color and ending in a short three sided triangular head. The tip itself had three even ogival sides and was solid with no extending blades. It was in fact somewhat similar to the late medieval bodkin point, and seemingly of the same armor piecing purpose. The Fetching was of three white feathers of some sort that was soft and sprung back quite easily probably eagle feathers treated with some sort of bleaching agent. The whole shaft was light flexible and seemed to bot reflect much light at all as such as the matte finish on the haft. The bright silvery end was another mater of course and it shined quite brightly even in the dim light of the shop.

"I cant say these will get you very far in a life or death situation but they just might help even the odds."

Dante smiled as he stepped back to let Ruuvan pick them up if he liked and then motioned for him to go ahead.

22Ruuvan

Ah, a brief hold on his departure for... supplies? It took a moment to Dante to find whatever it was, but soon Ruuvan was looking down at five expertly crafted arrows. Aside from the magical ones in his quiver, Ruu doubted he could've made a finer arrow.

"A wonderful surprise, Dante. Thank you." Ruuvan smiled and took the five arrows carefully in his hand.

His own quiver was no place for these, too much conflicting business going on in there, so he slid them carefully in slots around the sword sheath; a small addition for the archer in the field, you never knew when you could use more arrows.

"They'll get me farther than you'd think." And with another smile he was out of the door.

It had been a while since he had hiked a mountain; good exercise and all that.

23Designated Hero

Times were tough for Reyin Nova. His hometown had been invaded and subsequently exploded on by an undead army, he had entered a tournament to get some money to help restart a bar he had helped run, and not only had he come up empty handed, but his sword had been tossed into the ocean.

But the blonde swordsman had come across a bit of luck when, during his long walk back home, he came across a coupon snagged in a tree. Being the thrifty kid he was, Reyin had a look and was astouned to find that the flyer he was about to disregard as trash was, in fact, a card for a free weapon.

Sure, it was a little out of the way, and sure, Reyin was traveling on foot and, when he could, in the back seat of a kind stranger's car, but Reyin figured it would be worth his while to check things out.

So by the time he arrived at Decker Arsenal, he was more than just a little dissheveled. Poor kid looked like he could have used a bath, too, as some bits of dirt, or what strangers hoped was dirt, still clung to his cheeks. A rather old-looking but still reliable dufflebag was thrown over his shoulder, though it didn't look like there was a clean change of clothes stuff in there, as Reyin's t-shirt and jeans were pretty grass-stained and filthy as well.

Sure, he didn't look like a hobo just yet. But he was getting pretty close.

Fumbling around in his pants' pocket, Reyin made it up the brick steps and halfway through the door before he finally retrieved the thing. Now inside the building, Reyin finally took the time to actually look at the lobby, if that's what it could be called.

A low whistle was all Reyin could offer as he immediately forgot why he was in the building in the first place. Duffle still over his shoulder, Reyin went about looking over the various weapons on display, making subtle yet dorky comments to himself as he got his nose as close to the glass as possible.

24Dante Decker

To be honest Dante was getting surprisingly little work done on his contract. First the interruption by Fae had emotionally thrashed him, and the second interruption by Ruuvan had left him more than a tad confused and weary. He wondered earnestly what it was like out in the wilds these days, though he had just returned from a rather harsh outing in the Barthavos foothills he had almost specifically avoided the northern parts of Gaia. ‘It’s the cold’ he told himself as he cleaned up the counter and popped into the storage room to finally take a bite of his sandwich. And though the stale bread and now less than cool meat had sated his hunger, his wanderlust still tugged at him slightly.

His sandwich now little more than crumbs on the inventory he began to organize some of the items he had disturbed while looking for Ruuvan’s arrows, but before he could finish his task he once again was disturbed by the shops front door.

He was beginning to hate that bell, and though perhaps it was the cost of doing business this had been a much more active first day than he ever imagined. Walking out into the front room he closed the storage room door behind him and walked to the front counter to see no one standing there. That was odd usually when people entered they went right to the front counter. Now however Dante was met by a customer who seemed to just be browsing some of the mundane weapons he’d made in the last few years.

At first he wondered if he should address him at all. His clothes were worn and dirty, and he was obviously a vagabond of some type, but Dante could tell a traveler when he saw one and figured the man was merely on the road between towns.

“Can I help you sir?” Dante asked politely but somewhat bluntly, though not approaching the man directly Dante knew better than to approach someone unknown who seemed to not be carrying any weapons. So he stayed behind the relative safety of the heavy wood counter and sought the strangers attention.

25Designated Hero

"Aww man. Wish I could get me onea those."

His index finger was reaching up to tap on the glass protecting one of the various weapons from nosy little kids like him.

“Can I help you sir?”

Oh crap.

Reyin shot straight up like he had just been stabbed. His dufflebag dropped to the ground and he quickly turned around to face whoever it was that had addressed him. The kid smiled nervously, then looked down to his pants as he began fumbling around for something in his pocket.

"Hi! I...uhh...found..."

It took Reyin a good ten or so seconds to realize that the thing he was looking for was actually in his left hand, having been retrieved before he even entered the Arsenal.

"This! Found this."

He approached the front desk and set the coupon on the counter, obviously doubting the piece of paper's authenticity by his body language, shuffling nervously after presenting it.

"I wasn't sure if it was legit or not, but I lost my sword in a uhh...boating accident, and I figured it was worth a shot coming here."

26Dante Decker

“Well lets just see what you’ve got here…” Dante said his voice trailing off as he picked up the crinkled piece of paper off the counter and began reading it to himself. Though the more Dante read the more his jaw seemed to hang loosely, he could not believe what he was reading, more so he could not believe what this man had just found. Dante lowered the piece of paper, as his face grew stern as he looked at the man in front of him.

“Do you know what you have here? Do you have any ******** idea?”

The words were stern and matter-of-factly as Dante stood there without saying a word for just long enough for a short silence to sneak in between the two strangers. Though he was sure Reyin would attempt to answer he was never going to give him a chance. The stern eyes and set jaw began to soften as Dante’s smile grew his eyes closed and he jumped around a bit behind the counter excitedly, an odd sight for anyone who knew Dante… and an even odder one for a stranger to behold.

“THIS!” Dante exclaimed and turned it around so Reyin could see the coupon. “Is a coupon I issued randomly to someone I met in town several years ago when I entered a partnership with the former owner of this location! This is astounding to find it now after all these years…”

Obviously the smith was smitten with the history this piece of paper had brought him, and despite all the interruptions of the day this had indeed made Dante’s day.

“But that’s not why you came here is it?! No you came for a weapon! So tell my young man what can I make for you.”

Dante again wouldn’t let the man speak, it felt as if his mind was going a mile a minute and he was already onto a new topic.

“Wait- hold that thought, we need to get you cleaned up first, cant have my clients looking like that. Quickly follow me we’ll give you some time to freshen up then we’ll talk business. I’ve got many questions and measurements to take depending on what you have in mind... so quickly, quickly, follow me!”

Dante flung the door to the supply closet open and disappeared into the darkness.

"Mind your head!"

Dante warned of the closet door, and just like that Dante had become the white rabbit and was leading Reyin down the rabbit hole…

27Designated Hero

Dante Decker Wrote:

“Do you know what you have here? Do you have any ******** idea?”

The words were stern and matter-of-factly as Dante stood there without saying a word for just long enough for a short silence to sneak in between the two strangers.

"I-"

Reyin looked like he was a beaten dog, ready to leave the shop with his metaphorical tail between his legs. But just before he started to turn around, he caught a quick glance of the smith's face. Was that a...smile?

Quote:** Wrote:

“THIS!” Dante exclaimed and turned it around so Reyin could see the coupon. “Is a coupon I issued randomly to someone I met in town several years ago when I entered a partnership with the former owner of this location! This is astounding to find it now after all these years…”

"Huhwha?"

Quote:** Wrote:

“But that’s not why you came here is it?! No you came for a weapon! So tell my young man what can I make for you.”

"Well I-"

Quote:** Wrote:

“Wait- hold that thought, we need to get you cleaned up first, cant have my clients looking like that. Quickly follow me we’ll give you some time to freshen up then we’ll talk business. I’ve got many questions and measurements to take depending on what you have in mind... so quickly, quickly, follow me!”

"Alright?"

And at some point Reyin had lost track of what Dante was saying and just panicked. Dante disappeared, leaving Reyin to run to catch up to the smith.

He must have missed the warning about the head, because the next thing Dante would hear was a rather loud, resounding 'thud' followed by an even louder "OW!"

28Dante Decker

“You’ll have to work on that awareness if you’re going to be a fighter…”

Dante said as he waited for the man to enter the closet then closed the supply closet door behind him, before opening the door to the workshop. It was obvious that the workshop door wouldn’t have room to open of the other door was still open. Whether this was a security measure or am design flaw was hard to tell but Dante wasted no time in explaining it as he continued out of the closet at a whirlwind pace, through a cluttered workshop the massive steel armature filling a whole corner of the room, through the metal dividing wall that separated the forge from the workshop and finally to the stairs while he waited for Reyin to catch up.

In the forge proper the sound was almost deafening the roar of three fan-stoked forges filled the air with heat and wind as trip hammers pounded away in another corner grinding up ore for use in making alloys. When Reyin was close Dante tried to say something to him over the cacophony but it was lost to the noise around them, though this was probably bad as the doorway to the stairwell was another low doorway.

Up the stairs they went, Dante though smaller and not very muscular seemed to be filled with the endurance of a rabbit in heat as he had moved so quickly that he barely seemed able to stand still. Once upstairs it was like another world, the sound of the forge was almost gone and the aire of the upstairs was clean and relaxed. As they reached tot he top of the stairs Dante pointed to an open door leading to a small dorm like room, though the only thing visible as was small single bed with a brown blanket over it.

“To your right…” Dante's his voice now easily understood compared to the past. “…Is room with a shower and sink, sorry no tub, but it should do for getting yourself cleaned up.”

Dante walked past the open dorm room door and pointed to a similar door just at the end of the hall before the hallway opened up into the commons and kitchen area.

“Here is the laundry room, if you’ve got some clothes that need to be cleaned Id put them in there to wash first then go take your shower, with any luck you’ll get cleaned up and you and your clothes will be ready to go at the same time… I’ll be downstairs tidying up and getting my tools ready while your freshening up.

If all goes well it should be very efficient…

Yes, Efficient.”

Dante took a deep breath trying to calm his self, but this was all so exciting. It had been so long since such an auspicious connection would be made. Of course he was coming off as sort of a loon, but who’s to say Dante wasn’t just a tad crazy… A little insanity every now and then was a healthy thing.

"If you need anything, just yell, and I'll try and get you what I can, though I'm sorry to say..." He looked the larger man up and down. "None of my clothes would fit you..."

29Designated Hero

"S'what everyone keeps tellin' me..."

Reyin was rubbing his head as he made his way after Dante, making sure to not whack his forehead against any other low hanging objects. For as in shape and athletic as Reyin was, he found that following the shorter smith was a workout in and of itself.

Up the stairs he went, and the blonde seemed more than grateful for the rest as Dante paused only to show Reyin where a bedroom, bathroom, and washing machine were.

"I'm not picky, just some water and soap's all I really need."

He commented shortly after the apology concerning the lack of tub, then fell silent as Dante started talking about efficiency. Reyin tried to be cordial, keep a smile on his face and all that, but in the corner of his mind he couldn't help but think that he was going to be murdered, stuffed, and put on display next to the weapons he was adoring earlier.

Reyin was just a touch short of six feet in height, though maybe Dante had a point. While Reyin wasn't exactly huge, Dante was a little on the shorter side.

"Not a problem. I've got my own."

He shifted his dufflebag slightly, then started to shuffle his way past Dante, careful to not bump the smith for fear of being stabbed or yelled at.

"Thanks a lot though, really appreciate all this."

He added as an after thought before dropping his dufflebag on the bed, sifting through his clothing and finding what needed to be washed. And unless Dante had anything to add, Reyin would be doing his laundry and hopping in the shower without much afterthought.

Though for some strange reason he couldn't stand taking his eyes off of the bathroom door for more than two seconds when in the shower.

30Dante Decker

Reyins fears were unfounded though, As Dante was already half way down the stairs by the time Reyin had even given his thanks for the facilities, Dante was starting to calm down bit by bit but it was a whole lot of energy surging through him that even stopping to take a nice slow breath took some effort. The raging emotions in his body just seemed to fluctuate endlessly as the day had gone by. But now there he was with actual work to do… Though work in its own right was invigorating the initial part was more than slightly calming. Measurements rarely inspired the kind of emotional response reconnecting with ones own past.

Dante grabbed a few lengths of measured cord, and a T-square, some chalk and a two-inch wide plank of metal to make a template and mark out measurements. All very mundane items really, but the right tool was usually just that, the right tool.

‘Okay deep breath… tools assembled, client cleaning himself up, all is good’

Everything set Dante, began to arrange the tools in order he would need them, but even that did not fill all the time, He knew the man needed a chance to refresh himself, but for someone so jittery it felt like forever. To assuage his hyperactivity for the moment he closed his eyes and took several long breaths.

Some cultures would call this meditation, others searching ones self, Dante just called it a nap, and he wasted no time to relax when he had a chance, taking his hat he tipped it forward over his eyes to block out the light streaking into the workshop. Who knew perhaps Dante would find something deeper about himself in his dreams.

Doubtful though…

31Designated Hero

Perhaps it was a good thing for Dante that Reyin was always pretty quick at cleaning himself up. He didn't like to dink around in the shower like some others, treating the business of cleaning up like business instead of a leisure activity.

He was also terrified that if he made the smith wait any longer, the offer would be retracted and Reyin would be, once again, swordless.

So he was in and out of the shower in about ten minute's time, but as he shuffled across the hall, barefoot and wrapped from the waist-down in a towel, he came to the sudden realization that he was going to have to wait for his clothes to finish being washed.

So, still half naked, Reyin went back across the hall to the bathroom, and spent the longest half hour of his life just drying himself off and fixing his hair. Normally he would have just thrown on the clothes he was wearing beforehand, but since the laundry room was readily available every single article of clothing Reyin owned had been shoved into the washing machine.

When the buzzer sounded, Reyin was right back out to the hall, towel around his waist again, and he quickly removed his effects from the dryer, then hurried on back to his dorm, all the while hoping nobody else was going to be running into him as he did his little naked dash back and forth.

When Reyin headed back down the stairs from the dorm he was wearing a pair of rather plain black athletic shorts and a black t-shirt with a large, Ye Olde English typecast A emblazoned across the front. All the time put into getting his hair set up seemed to be for naught, as well, because now the blonde was wearing a blue baseball cap turned backwards. Across both the front and back of the hat was similar lettering to the shirt, only with two interlocking A's instead of one.

If Dante was still napping, well, Reyin would approach cautiously and clear his throat. Otherwise he'd just stride up and try to make himself noticeable.

32Dante Decker

Dante wasn’t quite still asleep when Reyin walked back into the workshop, his hat was still over his eyes though so he did not see the man enter the sop and the clearing of his throat made Dante snap back to the real world.

“Oh your back, just restin’ my eyes ya see... Lack of a good nights rest for awhile.”

Dante took one good look at the kid and shook his head, ‘so this is what passes as comfortable’ he thought silently to himself. He stood up and silently directed Reyin over to one of the clean worktables that bisected the room so that He could stand on one end, and Dante the other. Once both parties were in place Dante began.

“So what were you to acquire?”

Dante smiled slyly as he waited for an answer, he had his guesses, probably a sword of some sort. Of course details were needed and Dante intended to at least try and get a rough idea what he was going for before he even put chalk to metal.

“ My mind is your canvas, paint what your like, and I’ll go from there.”

33Designated Hero

"Well like I was saying earlier, I lost my old sword and I'm just looking for a replacement. I mean, it doesn't have to be anything fancy..."

He shrugged his shoulders as he approached the table, planting his palms on the surface before leaning forward, his head dangerously close to leaning directly over the area where Dante was hoping to start chalking things up.

"I don't want anything too heavy, but I don't want a fancy little rapier or anything. Something like a long or b*****d sword is fine with me, just with a little extra hilt space for two hands, y'know?"

Reyin was trying his hardest to think of something badass to make, but with his previous weapon being a fairly utilitarian, mundane affair, it was hard to imagine using anything different.

"I could do with something that's not too unwieldy in the middle of a fight, though. Something I can move around with a lot."

He pushed away from the table and crossed his arms in front of his chest before bringing his right hand up to scratch his chin.

"Err...need anything more specific?"

34Dante Decker

"Not verbally, no. Stick out your palm, I need to take some measurements."

Dante didnt have any response to his request, he could do that, 'nothing fancy' was how he usually worked, just becuase his mundane was considered 'fancy' elsewhere wasn't his fault. Once Reyin had lifted his hand, either right or left it didn't really matter in this case Dante would take out a measuring cord And measure the length of his hand from the base of the wrist, to the tip of his index finger, then The length from his wrist to the tip of his middle finger. Both measurements he chalked down on the piece of metal in front of him. Next measurement was the width of his palm from the far side of his palm to the tip of his thumb. Again he wrote down the number though he marked an 'x2' next to it and placed a triangle next to that.

Gripping the mans wrist from underneath so that the palm was up the walked his index fingers across the inside of his forearm to the elbow and wrote that number down as well. Well that was all well and good, but Dante was no where near done yet.

"Alright now stand up straight, legs together, gotta get some height measurements."

Dante walk around the Table and bopped at Reyins foot to get him to lift it for a second. Once up he'd stick the end of the rope on the floor and push the top of Reyins foot down to step on it to hold it secure. Pulling lightly on the rope he let the measured length slip through his fingers as he stood up till the rope it was about level with his belly button. Punching at that part of the rope he read off the number silently and bopped Reyins leg to let him know he could step off the rope again.

"You can relax now for a second."

Dante walked back around tot he piece of Metal and chalked down the length, then puled a small hand calculator out of his pocket and crunched some numbers, audibly babbling to himself as he did so. Once he seemed to have completed his number work his pushed the T-square up against the piece of meal and marked six points on the piece, though at seemingly random intervals.

"Okay, one last question... bare wood or braided grip on the handle?"

35Designated Hero

Reyin followed instructions, though he looked pretty tense in doing so. Probably because he was worried that if he didn't do something exactly right the sword would come out horribly deformed and useless.

So after suffering through the measuring phase which felt like hours instead of minutes, Reyin was finally able to relax as Dante instructed, choosing to lean on the table again, but staying well out of Dante's way this time around as he began marking off on the metal.

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"Okay, one last question... bare wood or braided grip on the handle?"

Reyin paused for a moment, then shrugged his shoulders.

"It really doesn't mat--...eh, let's go with a braided grip. That'll make it easier on the hands, right?"

He really had no idea what he was talking about.

36Dante Decker

“It matters a lot actually, since most of the time training or in combat that’s what you’ll be touching. Too slick and you wont have a good grip, too rough and you’ll develop abrasions and other nasty sores. Plainly put the very sword itself will have its usefulness determined by the grip…”

Dante was drawing out a rough half-profile on the sheet of metal in front of him not really looking up from it as he made notes here and there on the template. Obviously this was merely for reference so Dante wasn’t going all out on the detail but he wanted to atleast get some rough ideas down while he was still around.

“Braided grips can sometimes be softer on the hand it depends on what the material to be braided is. Let me see your hand.”

Taking his hand he pushed at the palm of his hand with his thumb to check how hard the skin was, or how callused the hand was. Obviously the grip would come after the sword itself was done but it was equally important to the overall design.

“Okay well that’s about it for now, Id say give me two weeks to complete the weapon and I should be done.

Is there a place you would like it delivered, or will you come and pick it up?”

37Designated Hero

For a swordsman, Reyin's hands didn't have a whole lot of callous or roughness to them, particularly in the palm area. It definetly had to make one wonder how Reyin even survived out in the world trying to be an adventurer, his clothing notwithstanding.

"Two weeks? I can come and pick it up then, shouldn't be any big deal. Is there like a receipt or something I might need?"

Reyin took a step back away from Dante, but if there was nothing else to be done he'd thank the smith for his time, grab his dufflebag from the dormitory, and head out onto the streets of Latent.

Only to try and flag down a taxi to get him a ride to Aekea.

Assuming the town was still there.

38Dante Decker

“No receipt… You’ll just have to trust me. Besides you didn’t pay anything to get a receipt for.”

Dante smirked and looked down as he made a few more notes on his slab of metal that would stand in as a design template. Though when he looked up the man was already gone. Odd person that was, a fighter with soft hands, a coupon long since expired, a stranger in a strange place… Yes definitely something interesting about that one.

Finishing up his project notes he shook his head as he picked the sheet up and carried it to the forge and placed it on the anvil, tomorrow morning he would start in earnest, but for now it seemed like it was time to close up for the night. Walking back to the front room he closed the front door and turned the double bolt, and walked back behind the counter, turning off the lights and arming the security system via the small number pad hidden under the counter.

From there is was straight upstairs, making sure Reyin had turned off all the faucets first, and didn’t leave any clothes in the dryer he cleaned out the lint trap and made his way to his bedroom to sleep, skipping his dinner wasn’t ideal of course but it had been an eventful Day and Dante needed the rest.

39Eternal Dirge

Check map, look up. Check map again, look up one more time. Cross check street names, and nod. This was definately the place. Crinkle up the dry old paper, and throw it into a nearby waste basket where it bounced twice before falling neatly into the hole. Oh yeah, Damion was on a roll today. He stood across the street from the dominating construction that was Decker Arsenal with his arms crossed over his chest, the map already forgotten about. The gentle breeze that blew along the street made his vest blow open like a cape, too short to snap in the wind, while his pants performed a similar motion against his legs. Even with the plethora of mixed peoples in Latent, Damion stood out as a foreigner with his tanned skin the color of dirt, along with the serpentine tattoos that coursed around his sides.

" Well...no time like the present."

The elemental was reluctant, however, to move fidgiting in place instead of walking across to the door, letting people move around him like water around a rock. He had met Mr. Decker only once before that he could remember, the loss of his shield prompting him to complete a small mission for the man. He had sent the materials through the mail afterwards however, and had never had the time to return with Heaven or Hell rolling around and his Guardianship of the Northern Swamp taking up more than enough of his time. He wasn't even entirely sure if this was still the Smith's shop, the map he had found rather old and infact stuck in the pocket of a dead man.

Damion looked down the street once to make sure no cars were arriving, the metal monsters high on his list of things to hate. Belching smoke and poisons into the air they were a construction he dearly wished were absent from his little world. Luckily for the little iron 'dragons' none were present, and he was free to cross the street unmolested, hesitating once again at the door.

" Hail ut Dominus ferrarius."

His fears and anxieties were keeping him up, making him unsure and cautious when he had no need to be. The elemental held in great esteem anyone who worked the earth into a usuable form, and the man here was a literal legend, atleast amongst those that Damion knew. Did he have to say specific things? Was there some kind of ritual to this? Well, he could probably start it by knocking on the door at the very least, summon up someone who could help him.

His knuckles smartly rapped on the hard wood of the door, tapping out a 'Taps' beat he had heard before. If it was a ritual, might as well have drums in the end. His knocking completed, the elemental stepped back, hands limply at his sides. Dagon had not seen fit to arm his champion with an excess of social courage.

40Dante Decker

Damion might have had a moment to himself, to collect his thoughts and courage had the door been locked or even fully closed when he came knocking. On the first knock the door, now visibly several inches thick, swung open as if it was essentially weightless. Its mass seeming a non-issue as it opened up to a wide parlor, its walls covered in display cabinets full of weapons of all sorts. Other than the display cabinets the room was essentially bare, a thin red carpet runner leading to long oak counter taking up most of the far wall.

Sitting behind the oak counter sat the man Damion was searching for, his hat sitting in front of him the mans revolver resting in the crease of the top of the hat. It was within easy reach of the man, but Dante was decidedly not paying any attention to the now open door and the man who stood before it. Dante was in fact looking down towards the floor behind the counter, his right arm rest on the counter as he polished something small on the thigh of his jeans with his left. Dante looked up slightly and breathed on the small object no larger than a coin and rubbed it on his shirt before finally turning towards the door way. His dark sunglasses covering his eyes, his lips curving into smile as he talked.

"Well don't just stand there boy, come inside and close the door behind you."

Dante pulled off his sunglasses and set them next to his hat, his left eye apparently squinted closed as he leaned forward and placed the small object, apparently some sort of silver coin into his eye socket a stream of steam rising as he did so. Dante blinked twice to seat it properly in the socket before grinning. The silver coin and Dante's white teeth glinting in the somewhat dim light of the show room.

"I do believe I know you"

Dante recovered his sunglasses and Slid them back into place, hiding the silver coin filling his left eye socket, as he turned his body fully towards Damion. His right hand rested on the grip of the revolver lightly, almost casually, at the current moment at least Dante didn't make any sudden moves toward Damion. Though Dante was certainly not an old man, his salt and pepper beard made him seem much older than his thirty two years of existence showed.

"Yes I believe I do, you're Damion yes?"

Dante picked up his revolver and placed it slowly back into its holster at his hip, before likewise retuning his hat to his head. Adjusting the hat slightly Dante stood up from the stool and leaned over the counter motioning for Damion to come closer.

"Its been awhile since you've sought me out, hasn't it?."

Dante could guess why he'd come, but in this town one never knew for sure. The world was changing, blood was flowing everywhere, and for all Dante knew there was a price on his head. It certainly was past due after all for such an occurrence, was this man here to be Dante's albatross?

41Eternal Dirge

It was all Damion could do to keep from jumping as the door swung open on silent hinges, his eyes widening abit before control reasserted itself over that part of his body. The smell of wood, the faint smell of special oils and powders so common in the care of weaponry, even the smell of warm flesh, all of it wafted out of the shop in a rush and into his nose to be sifted and categorized as fast as his mind would allow. Some of the smells were old and faded, while others stood out well, though he could tell they were abit aways.

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" Well don't just stand there boy, come inside and close the door behind you."

He eyed the man behind the counter for amoment before giving a small smile of his own, lips tight together to keep his teeth from showing as he nodded and moved through the threshold. A hand slipped back to pull the door shut gently, the soft click not registering to the elemental.

" Hello sir."

The insertion of the silver coin was abit astonishing, making Damion stare in open astonishment. How did that work? What made the silver stay in place? Could he see through it? He burned to ask these questions and likely a thousand more but Dante was speaking again and he would be remiss to miss the words if called upon to answer.

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" I do beleive I know you."

He had missed the gun, a fatal mistake, but the Smith did not seem to be making any sudden movements with it. His increased heartbeat was slowing as they spoke, no longer the runners pace it had been.

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" Yes, I believe I do, your'e Damion yes? It's been awhile since you've sought me out, hasn't it?"

A short bow and the spreading of his arms was Damion's agreement, eyes towards the desk and the gun but with his arms as far from the Fangs at his hips as could be.

" Yes it has."

He did not miss the forward motioning, and complied readily, taking long steps until he was closer to the desk itself, stopping within arms reach.

" This is a nice place you have here....did you have it before?"

He couldn't remember if the smith had owned this particular location before or not, their meeting in the stadium keeping that knowledge from him. The Hydra did admire the place though, taking a moment to look around slowly, drinking it all in so to speak.

" An artist surrounded by his work."

This second sentence he added softly, a smile reforming on his lips, teeth still hidden carefully. Animals, after all, only bared their teeth in shows of threats. And that was not why he was here at all. Much like Dante, Damion let his hands rest on the hilt of his weapons, thumbs placed carefully on the pommel to support the mass of the hand and keep them in easy draw reach. No sense in not being careful. As close as they were, Dante could likely catch the stench of rotting vegetation, warm and cloying rising off the swamp dwellers body.

42Dante Decker

Dante did not respond to the mans salutations watching his body language, the mans words slipping past him like the breeze slipped past Damion wafting the scent of the swamp towards him. It certainly was not the most pleasant of smells, but considering Dante spent most of time surrounded by solvents, charcoal and sulfur it wasn't like he was about to wrinkle his nose and send the man on his way.

"Ive owned it for quite awhile, though its not always been in such good condition. But I seriously doubt your here to make an offer on the property."

The man assumed a similar pose to Dante, but considering there was a wide counter between them and Dante was sporting a ranged weapon he thought it somewhat silly. This was all well and good but Dante was starting to get a little impatient. The artist comment might have been the last straw though because Dante interrupted him by the time he had reached the second syllable in 'surrounded.'

"I'm sorry Mr. Hedley, but I don't have the patience to discuss what you consider art, I make tools, and tools get work done.

Just like Id like to."

Dante frowned, not maliciously but with a certain air of Impatience. It wasn't that Dante wanted to be rude, but plainly put Dante had never become a smith to be an artist, and even now after years of work he was not known for making exceptionally over decorated weapons. No, Dante did not consider himself an artist, and he tended to consider it a rather sore point for the man.

He had always felt people who called him an artist, were missing the point.

"So if you'd be so kind to get to the point, Id appreciate it."

43Eternal Dirge

And now the air had changed and it felt like he had insulted the man without meaning to. Damion frowned at that, wondering where he'd gone wrong, before deciding it was unimportant. The man had a point, he hadn't come to buy property, and it was time he got to the point it seemed.

" As you wish. I have a desire to commision a piece of armor from you, a shield. Are you open for such things?"

He honestly wasn't sure, he'd known of some blacksmiths who specialized in one thing and one thing alone, such as armor or weapons or literal tools, but Dante was still an enigma. He also wasn't sure what the man would require, be it money, materials, or what have you. Money he had, Materials he could gather, but the unknown would be unknown until he was told.

" I know you make the best weapons."

Another pointed look around.

" But I am unsure of armor. Not many on this world seem to favor such protection."

While he spoke Damion made sure to face towards Dante, letting his hands slide away from his knives and rest simply at his hips, fingertips moving slowly as if pressing keys on a keyboard or on a piano. But his passengers were far less patient than he, and soon began to make their appearance, bright red dots moving along out of his hair, down the side of his neck and out from the corners of his vest to swarm over his body. Dozens of quarter sized spiders traveled over Damion's body or hung from it on gossamer threads, keeping well from the ground.

44Dante Decker

Damion had insulted Dante, though not in the way most people would consider an insult. This was not to say Dante was going to hold it against the man. Few people understood Dante's method, Dante included at time so there really was no reason for Dante to have an issue with someone naive of Dante's views on art and tools.

"I am"

It was a blunt answer, and he offered no direct reference to which question it was in direct response to. Dante stepped back and pulled out a notebook and pen from underneath the counter. Laying it on the counter and turning it towards Damion he walked away from the notebook and went to get a small ceramic mug from one corner of the room.

Walking back to the counter he returned to sitting on the stool and lowered the sunglasses slightly to get a good look at the man who had come to his shop, in search of a shield of all things. It was certainly a request he had not received in some time.

"What are your Specifications?"

It was only the second question Dante had asked the entire visit but it was direct and very much so on target. Sure steel would be required, but other than that it would depend precisely on what Damion actually wanted.

45Eternal Dirge

Damion spread his hands to demonstrate as he talked, holding them out infront of him,

" Circular, about 2 feet across from edge to edge, comprised of a smaller circle within a bigger one. 3 inches from inner edge to outer edge, with the inner circle taking up 18 inches from edge to edge."

Now that they were on to specifics, he could talk faster, the words rolling out in a clipped and hurried tone. His hands drew out the pattern infront of him, sometimes dropping to a single finger on each hand to display.

" the outer ring should go unpolished so that it reflects next to nothing, with the inner ring polished to a mirror sheen. The outer rim should be slightly thicker than the rest, I need depth to put script on it."

This was important only to Damion, he wouldn't bore the man with details or specifics.

" The only other detail is that it should be cooled in a small bit of salt water at some point during its' creation, it isn't important when."

He smiled again, letting his hands drop.

" Is there anything you require? Aslong as it is within my power to provide, I will provide it."

46Dante Decker

Dante sat while Damion drew and described his request, sipping quietly from the mug. For the most part Dante was taking a mental inventory and though he had everything on hand he was considering sending the man on a quest, but then he'd already done that already. That wouldn't be terribly sporting of the man after all, but it was awfully tempting. Dante smiled a small grin hidden behind the lifted coffee mug before returning to his mental inventory.

"Cooling in Salt, is perhaps not advisable as if you mean quenching in salt water. Beyond the fact that its potentially corrosive if not immediately rinsed, its also a much higher chance of cracking. Which considering the surface area of the item would mean even if it doesn't fully crack the grain stress would make for a much less robust and certainly lower impact resistance."

Dante paused to take another sip of the mystery liquid in the cup.

"Which I'm assuming is a property you'd like to keep. There is however, a potential compromise."

Dante put the cup down on the counter an walked around the counter to loop at the notebook from the same side as Damion. Picking up the pen, Dante drew an arrow to the rim on the outside of the shield.

"Polishing or not polishing the steel really doesn't effect the finish all that much, once clean of scale steel can still be shiny, even if not polished. The only thing polishing does is ensure a more regular surface finish. Depending on how much its polished, the surface becomes more and more uniform, and therefore more reflective."

Dante wrote simple annotation next to the arrow 'NaCl' and laid the pen back down.

"What you are actually looking for is a uniform surface treatment that will not reflect light. THAT I can do, and more than that it involves Salt."

Dante picked up the cup again and took a quick drink from his mug to wet his throat as he began speaking again, setting the mug down next to him.

"Salt in molten salt forms a surface coating known as a phosphate, or in the gun trade its known as a 'salt bluing.' Its not an easy thing to do but done right it will protect the rim from rusting and get you the sort of non reflective surface you are looking for.

Now I don't know if it has to be cold salt water for whatever ritual you have planned, but other than just rinsing it in salt water I wont compromise the pieces performance for rituals sake.

It wouldn't help my reputation in the least..."

Dante walked back around the counter carrying the mug with him.

"... And no to answer your question I don't require anything else. Since it seems you will be handling the finishing yourself, I should have everything I need."

47Eternal Dirge

Damion listened in silence, his head tilting slightly to the side as he considered. The salt was the important part, everything else was secondary to him. But it was as Dante said, he didn't want it breaking on him after all, and this compromise sounded perfect. A nonreflective surface was what he wanted, but how it was achieved had been beyond him to begin with.

" That sounds perfect. You'll have to excuse my lack of knowledge, my knives were relatively simple to make so I don't know much in the way of making things."

He wasn't embarrased, after all if he had known enough he could have just made it himself right? No, he had come to Dante for just this reason, the mans knowledge was as he had been told.

" So with this Salt Bluing, the edge is more protected from the elements and comes off as a Matte finish? Tempature is unimportant for my purposes, the salt is what matters really. It simply needed an element of salt. I do have a more pressing concern. My Homeland is mostly swamp, a mixture of salt water marshes and freshwater brought down from the northern mountains. Will the shield be able to take such an environment for long or will special precautions be needed?"

He didn't want the shield rusting up or being destroyed somehow just because of his duties. He could only do so much in the way of weather protection by himself, the shield had to be able to do well enough by itself. He noted the lack of additional supplies, feeling slightly disappointed. It was his job to hunt for things or deliver things after all, but this would be a kind of vacation.

48Dante Decker

"Well I'm not going to lie, you are going to have to stay on top of things to keep it from oxidizing. Oiling it daily, avoiding direct submergence, polishing it regularly to avoid pitting. These will all go a long way towards preventing rust. On my end there are a few things I can do to prevent or delay rusting, but in the long run its going to take regular maintenance and consciousness of your equipment if you continue to stay in that swamp of yours."

Dante pulled a glass bottle from behind the counter a thin black label wrapping in a spiral along the sides, pouring a bit of the clear liquid into the coffee mug. He stopped about half way up, and set the bottle down on the counter putting the stopper back into the mouth of the bottle, then offered the cup or so of alcohol left in the bottle to Damion.

"Its going to take six days to make your request, and probably another day of finishing to get it properly outfitted with the fixtures and furniture that would make it actually useful as a shield. So seven days give or take a day.

Now as for payment..."

Dante took a long drink and smacked his lip as the sweet, apple based brandy hit his throat. Though even from this distance Damion could probably smell the strength of the alcohol. Dante smiled a warm smile as the liquor burned his throat all the way down.

"...That's where I draw a blank. "

Though the chill in the air had almost passed, it was still cool enough to enjoy a warming drink before the morning chill had completely passed. though drinking this early in the morning probably would seem odd to some people.

"I've absolutely no idea what you have to offer. I'm assuming your wealth belongs in things other than monetary assets considering you're living in a swamp these days."

49Eternal Dirge

Damion nodded slowly, listening to the things he had already suspected. He took the proffered drink with a nod and smile, holding it gingerly between fingertips and thumb as if it was some caustic acid. Bringing it to his nose, the elemental took a sniff, smiling as he sifted through the scents contained there-in, eyes watering as the full force of the alcohol scent smacked him in the face.

Before he could drink, however, Dante brought up the issue of payment, and this brought an even wider smile to his face, teeth the color of old ivory shining on his face.

" I had something in mind."

He set down the bottle, reaching behind his back to a small kit he kept there. In his right hand he pulled out a bottle not much bigger than a prescription bottle, a leather casing covering it and hiding the contents from view, and in his left a small pouch, about the size of a baseball although irregularly shaped. Both of these he set on the counter.

" the bottle contains a mixture of water, fresh, and a trolls stomach acid. The water keeps the acids from melting straight through stone and steel, but makes it potent enough to do short patterns in the material. Like mundane acid, but more potent. You use this brush to apply it. In the bag there are gems, a random assortment, I am unsure of their value here."

As he spoke Damion pulled out a brush aswell, the fine hairs at the end brown fading to green at the end, brought down to a rounded tip almost like a caligrapher's brush.

" My homeland may not be much in the way of monetary value, but I am able to make things from time to time myself when the rigors of protecting it aren't too demanding. If these are not acceptable, I have one final offer."

And once again those hands disappeared, taking the last item from the kit at his hip, the 3 pouches now very empty as he thumped it onto the table. It was a dark rock, almost like marble with the multiple colors shooting through it and just as shiny, but it was warm to the touch. He had carved it into the shape of a large coin, almost three inches across.

" This Rock."

50Dante Decker

Dante watched as he pulled out the various items he had on him, it was not exactly what he had expected. From a swamp he had expected plants and poultices, teeth of large reptiles, skins etc but this was decidedly different. One thing was plainly obvious, the acid wasn't exactly what he was looking for. The gems on the other hand generated a subdued response from Dante as he opened the pouch and peaked inside before returning them to the counter.

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"If these are not acceptable, I have one final offer."

"Lets see it."

Dante was not known for driving a hard bargain, and though he was more than willing to trade for the most part had had no real need of gems and even less need of acid. He wondered what his newest offer would be when he got his answer all Dante could do is laugh. It was the sort of laugh not expected from such a consistently serious person, but regardless of its levity it was also quite short, Dante composing himself quickly and taking a drink from his mug before continuing.

"Alright, you have my attention..."

Dante couldn't help but barely hold back the hint of a giggle as he wondered what sort of snake oil this stone was going to exude.

51Eternal Dirge

" Seems a simple rock, yes? Simple as can be, but feel it." He offered the stone to Dante, picking it up gingerly and holding it out with a smile. " Feel the heat, the texture. Smooth as can be, and lighter than it should be. I found this on an adventurer who came to my home, he was holding onto it. If you grind some of the stone dust off it, it makes a small poof when thrown in fire!"

Damion became very animated now, clearly enamored with the small rock, " Just a small bit, I am afraid of what may happen if more is taken. It may have been harmless at first, but who knows what would happen if more was taken? or if the veins were introduced?"

And he didn't, but he had a good idea what it would do if the greenish veins were ground into the stone dust. The Hydra's poison sense was good, he could tell when something was amiss and this stone definately had the taste of poison around it. Dark purple streaks ran across it's surface like lightning, cutting across the green veins without reason. The white stone around it reflected the light around them brilliantly.

" In any case, you are free to expirement with it at your leisure, even if it is not an acceptable offer."

52Dante Decker

"uh huh..."

Dante was not exactly clamoring over the counter to take the stone as payment. Sure it was interesting but it wasn't exactly the most useful of items for a smith. It was unusual and perhaps he'd either find a use for it or barter it off to some other explorer. For now though he needed to try and cover his expenses or this would be less than a fair exchange.

"Alright I'll take the rock, and the gems but I'm going to need a touch more collateral to cover the costs."

Dante picked up the bag of gems first and did a quick precursory sort and guesstimate of what the stones were worth and then closed the bag and did a bit of mental math. He had already guesstimated what he could sell the stone for and overall it was still coming up short to even cover his costs. Though admittedly it wasn't that much of a loss, Dante wouldn't mind a few extra items to even it out.

"Keep the acid, I really don't need it. However, If you throw in some skins from a plated lizard. That and eight or so large teeth from a gator or some other carnivorous reptile by the time I finish the shield...

Then we have a deal."

53Eternal Dirge

" I beleive I can manage that."

He smiled alittle, back into his own territory.

" Do you need the teeth from a live creature or no?"

A dead alligator would be easier and likely safer for both parties, but a live one presented new opportunities Damion rarely got to explore. But it was up to Dante in the end, sometimes rituals called for odd things. As he talked he scooped the bottle of acid back up, twirling it between his fingers for amoment before replacing it amongst the hip pouches. It would take him awhile to get home and back, but he was sure his ride was fast enough for the job.

"And any specific size of plated lizard? We....tend to have big animals at home....I beleive it's the influence of our diety, but it requires more research."

That had been the subject of much debate between himself and some of the Deep Ones, but Dante didn't need to know all that. It would make a difference to Damion though, who had to gather the things and make sure they were good enough for Dante's purposes. Damion settled his hands on his hips, all ready to leave out now but needing his info.

54Dante Decker

"Good, I didn't expect it would inconvenience you much. The teeth don't have to come from a live animal as long as they are clean, I don't exactly enjoy the smell of rotting flesh, at least when I can avoid it."

Dante really did have an aversion to taking thing' s from scavenged kills, mostly a sense of honor but that was really irrelevant if the kill was fresh enough. Raw materials were raw materials after all.

"What I'm really after is the tail, so as long as its over two feet it should be fine. The rest though still quite useful for various projects is not my primary object in this material."

Dante was unaware of what the deep ones were and truly for the moment he didn't care, with a price negotiated his mind was already at work. Considering the conditions the shield would encounter and the modern world he still lived in Dante had already worked out an arrangement of materials for the shield. Nothing that he didn't already have on hand, but still he had other plans for the items Damion was going to fetch.

"Well Mr. Hedley if yo agree to the price than I believe we have an agreement. In seven days your order should be complete, I dont reccomend returning before then...

I can be somehwat 'twtichy' if approached un announced."

Dante signed the bottom of the piece of paper which had the rough dimensions on it, wrote down the additional items he requested as well as what he had already paid and ripped it from from the notebook, holding it out for the man to take.

"Here iss your receipt sir, if you see anything in the display cases you would like just make note of it, and you can pick it up with your order."

And with that, Dante turned and walked out an open store room door behind the counter, closing it with a definitive 'thud.' The doors here were apparently much thicker than they seemed.