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Post by Horas on Feb 19, 2014 15:12:22 GMT -5
Among all the Free Cities, only Qohor can rival Tyrosh for the quality of its smiths. The Tyroshi craft elaborate helms, armor, and weaponry. Among all the smiths in the city, Aegon had been informed that this one was the very best. It is in a rich quarter of Tyrosh, with a shop displaying the smith's work in the front and a forge in the back.
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Post by Horas on Feb 19, 2014 15:16:29 GMT -5
Aegon was not typically fond of queer foreign things, but he could appreciate good steel. Some of the Tyroshi helms he had seen were a bit impractical for his tastes, but they were undeniably well made. As he had nowhere else in particular to be, Aegon had decided to see what the best of Tyrosh could offer. Penance was on his hip as he walked in, and any weaponsmith worth his salt would be able to recognize it for Valryian Steel.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 19, 2014 15:33:41 GMT -5
As expected, he found helms shaped like animal heads and even fruit. One was even the shape of a pineapple, a fruit occasionally imported into Kings Landing. He saw enamelled armour in jewel bright colours and swords and axes with gems encrusted into their handles. Not surprisingly, the master smith came over gushing with courtesy. "My lord, that is a very fine blade you have. Valyrian steel, is it not? Would you like a fine suit of armour, a helm?"
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Post by Horas on Feb 19, 2014 16:24:07 GMT -5
"Perhaps," Aegon answered. He lifted the pineapple helm and briefly amused himself by imagining giving it to the Lord Commander as a gift. He set it back down. "And you have a good eye; it is Valyrian steel. Indeed, I was curious what a master smith such as yourself might know about Valyrian steel."
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 19, 2014 16:36:38 GMT -5
"I have sold it, of course, and my old master when I was a prentice boy had the secret of reworking Valyrian steel into new forms. I have never attempted it myself. But I have never met a man who knew the secret of forging new Valyrian blades. What of it, my lord?"
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Post by Horas on Feb 19, 2014 16:53:38 GMT -5
"I have heard Tyroshi smiths are the best in the world, and everyone says you are the best smith in Tyrosh." Aegon was not particularly adept at flattery, but he tried employing it here. "Have you never wondered about that lost formula?"
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 19, 2014 17:01:25 GMT -5
"Of course I have, but it was lost with the Doom of Valyria. All smiths know this fact. No man will ever be able to do it now." He sighed. "A tragic loss, to be sure."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 19, 2014 20:51:37 GMT -5
Brandon looked at the Smith's wares. He was not a man with much appreciate for material things, but he admitted that ever since he'd seen his grandfather wield Ice, he had desired such a blade. Then again, there was no knight who didn't.
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Post by Horas on Feb 19, 2014 22:05:14 GMT -5
"Do you give credence to the old tales, that such blades were forged with spells or dragonfire?" Aegon asked.
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 20, 2014 9:42:07 GMT -5
"I do. As I have said, my lord, I cannot claim any personal experience of such matters, but my old master was quite confident that Valyrian steel was the work of sorcery," he replied. "But the secret has been lost. Such a tragedy. Imagine what a fortune I could make if I had the secret." He beamed at Aegon.
Meanwhile, one of the assistant smiths bowed to Brandon. "My lord, are you looking for something in particular?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 20, 2014 9:49:34 GMT -5
"I am accompanying his grace," Brandon replied dismissively, "I've no coin, so I regret you'll get no sale from me."
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 20, 2014 10:16:51 GMT -5
"What a pity. Are you sure? This sword has your name written all over it." The younger smith showed him a longsword, wickedly sharp, with a sapphire pommel, silver crossguard and a hilt wrapped with black leather. "Perhaps the prince will buy you a gift."
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 20, 2014 10:22:50 GMT -5
"Your smithing is better than your salesmanship," Brandon replied with a half smile. He pointed to the unadorned blade he wore. "Knowing your customer is important. Although I'll grant you the blade is quality."
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 20, 2014 10:55:29 GMT -5
"We don't sell such plain work," the younger smith scoffed. "That would be too shameful in Tyrosh. But perhaps you cannot afford such things yourself, if you are just a poor knight. Why should your master not grant you a blade more suited to your station as his guard?"
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 20, 2014 10:58:23 GMT -5
"Steel kills men, not sapphires," Brandon replied, giving the smith a cold stare. "I am the blade, his grace the glittering hilt, and the hand that guides it."
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 20, 2014 13:44:51 GMT -5
"As you wish, ser." The smith turned away very pointedly, since he had no interest in someone who wasn't going to make a purchase.
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Post by Horas on Feb 20, 2014 17:47:26 GMT -5
"I do. As I have said, my lord, I cannot claim any personal experience of such matters, but my old master was quite confident that Valyrian steel was the work of sorcery," he replied. "But the secret has been lost. Such a tragedy. Imagine what a fortune I could make if I had the secret." He beamed at Aegon. Meanwhile, one of the assistant smiths bowed to Brandon. "My lord, are you looking for something in particular?" "Indeed," Aegon replied, "A shame your master did not teach you how to reforge it before he passed." Aegon examined another expensive piece, allowing his coin purse to jangle heavily as he walked over to it. "Have you heard of anyone else with such knowledge?" |
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Post by Vhagar on Feb 20, 2014 17:53:53 GMT -5
"I do. As I have said, my lord, I cannot claim any personal experience of such matters, but my old master was quite confident that Valyrian steel was the work of sorcery," he replied. "But the secret has been lost. Such a tragedy. Imagine what a fortune I could make if I had the secret." He beamed at Aegon. Meanwhile, one of the assistant smiths bowed to Brandon. "My lord, are you looking for something in particular?" "Indeed," Aegon replied, "A shame your master did not teach you how to reforge it before he passed." Aegon examined another expensive piece, allowing his coin purse to jangle heavily as he walked over to it. "Have you heard of anyone else with such knowledge?" "Not in Tyrosh, alas, though it may be that they simply keep such skills to themselves. Yet none of them are half as skilled as I," he boasted. "You might have luck elsewhere, Your Grace, if you are going to another of the Free Cities. Not every smith guards his secrets as well as I." |
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Post by Horas on Feb 20, 2014 18:24:24 GMT -5
Aegon really had no idea what the smith was trying to say. Some might have a skill he did not, yet they were only half as skilled? Why would a smith hide the fact that he was could reforge Valyrian steel if it could make him money?
As the man had not been helpful, Aegon decided not to reward him with his patronage. He set down the helmet. "Ser,"Aegon nodded to the blacksmith as he left.
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Post by Lord Commander Brandon Snow on Feb 20, 2014 19:13:22 GMT -5
Brandon scowled and departed.
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all alone and also really bored 
Hopefully going to kickstart the festival too