Post by The Iron Ambassador on Apr 29, 2014 2:51:41 GMT -5
Now now, no need to worry. Everyone has the right to their opinion... and not all of us wish to be remembered as great figures on the pages of history. I more wish my father to be remembered, than myself. All that I've done, wouldn't have happened without his fate.
Poppy's gaze is as serious as ever, a constant contrast to how calm and positive her tone of voice is.
I am merely the daughter of a great smith after all. And without differing opinions, how can any faults be seen in the world? When stuck in your own views, you may be blind to problems that are obvious to others. Loyalty, is always good. Blind faith however, not so much.
Post by The Dragons Disciple on Apr 29, 2014 4:11:30 GMT -5
Tyrith nodded as he looked back to Poppy. "Well I'm glad we agree on that," he says after a moment to collect himself. He looks to Alfred. "I'm going to take a break to cool off a bit. Forge is hot today."
Alfred nods before saying, "Hurry back. We have a lot of work to do today, my boy."
Alfred waits until Tyrith enters the shops back room to sigh and shake his head. "I'm sorry if he's done anything to offend you while I've been gone," he says to Poppy as he prepares to work. "He's a good man, if a bit headstrong and prideful. Every year he comes to Demacia, assists us with whatever work he can, and then leaves a month later. Almost like clockwork. His burdens apparently won't allow him to stay in one place for long. My wife has tried for several years now to get him to stay in Demacia. As we never had children, we want him to take over our business when I'm gone." He looks to the Dragon armor. "Then there's that armor. He refuses to sell it no matter the bid. But he takes it with him on his travels. And anytime I see him look at it, its with a somber expression. Like he's remembering something from a long time ago. I know he's never known his father, but his adoptive father was a smith as well. So perhaps that has something to do with it."
He then smiles to the Iron Ambassador, his kind eyes seeming very prideful. "But he never burdens anyone else with his problems," he says. "We can tell he's in pain, but he never talks about it. So we do what we can for Tyrith. We give him extra money whenever possible and do our best to make sure he's comfortable while he's here. Lord knows he works hard enough for it."
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Half-Dragon on Apr 29, 2014 4:51:19 GMT -5
Warm sun, clear skies and no wind to cool her down from the warmth of the sun. Today was a good day for Shyvana. A couple of days with barely any sun and rather windy had made her a bit grumpy, but with the recent change in the climate was slowly changing that. There was a couple of things the Half-Dragon enjoyed and one of them was feeling the warmth of the sun against her skin.
Walking around Demacia in her 'Classic' armor Shyvana kept her eyes open for anything that stood out, be it someone trying to pick another mans pocket or something that just caught her attention. Her pony tail hitting her thighs as the Half-Dragon walked, nodding at different people who greeted her.
As Shyvana walked she looked through various shop windows as well, being somewhat curious about different things humans sold or tried to sell to their kin. There was one thing that caught her attention as she passed an open forge. Standing on a rack was a piece of armor that looked a lot like Dragon scales, now this was interesting for Shyvana, for numerous reasons, mostly because of the Dragon style.
Deciding to pay a visit to the forge she walked closer to it, seeing Poppy there made her even more curious as it had been a while since she had seen the small ambassador. Shyvana walked up next to Poppy and looked at the armor a bit closer then at the older man next to the forge.
"Morning, are you the smith that made that armor?" Shyvana looked at the old man with a raised brow and her hand resting on her hip. She had left her gauntlets at home, she didn't feel a need to take them with her.
Post by The Dragons Disciple on Apr 30, 2014 4:42:16 GMT -5
Alfred was stunned as the half-dragon approached. Not one, but two champions of Demacia in front of his small shop. He stammered for a moment before answering, "That armor? Oh no. No no no. That was made by a man who works for me occasionally. He's taking a break right now, but I can go get him if you'd like." He catches his breath before continuing. "But if you're wanting to buy it, I can already tell you that asking would be a waste of your time Miss Shyvana. Tyrith won't let that set go for anything." The old man wipes his head with a towel around his neck. "Frankly he's stubborn like that. If its information about it, I can tell you everything he's told me about it. Like that the metal is actually a steel alloy that took about a week for him to get the way he wanted it. Also a couple of aesthetic pieces come off if you need to lighten the armor, like the mantle the cape is attached to and the waist piece." The old man paused again. "Its a true testament to his talent at shaping metal."
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Iron Ambassador on Apr 30, 2014 12:07:39 GMT -5
As well as a testament of how much he has still to learn.
Poppy gives a silent nod to Shyvana before turning back to the old smith.
Intimidation is not a strong tactic against seasoned soldiers. Well, except for those of us like our lady Shyvana here, who has enough dragon blood in her to intimidate people with just her presence, let alone her skill.
But, for someone as young as him, it is a good piece. If he manages to stay still for a longer while somewhere and focus on improving, he can become a master some day. If I had the chance to do so these days, I would. Someone needs to keep my father's knowledge alive.
Sighing, Poppy shakes her head.
Then again, I have no easy choices these days, as the only one who truly knows what I've gone through, is bound to Demacia. Perhaps one day, when the world has calmed down, I can come here and see how much I still remember of the years of my father's teachings, smith?
Post by The Dragons Disciple on May 2, 2014 4:36:51 GMT -5
"Well Miss Poppy, if its not too bold, you can practice your craft here anytime you wish," Alfred says with smile. "All I ask is that you replace any materials you use or take on some of the orders. Either way is fine with me." He looks at the Dragon Armor. "And what I meant by his talent at shaping metal, its the way he uses the metal to tell a story. Like a painter on a canvas with each individual line and curve. Shaping metal into our desired form is what makes smithing an art form after all, even if the final form is impractical for everyday use."
"Alright, I'm ready to get back to work," Tyrith says as he comes back out. He is wearing a blue bandanna that he had soaked in water on top of his head. He looks down as he ties it.
"Perfect timing Tyrith," Alfred says while turning to him. "Another admirer of your armor is here."
"Well I'll be happy to answer any..." he looks up to see Shyvana, "...Questions." He pauses for a moment. "And... Who might you be?"
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Half-Dragon on May 4, 2014 15:29:18 GMT -5
Shyvana nodded as the old man described the armor to her. From only looking at the armor she had found several flaws with it that would end up getting the one who wore it killed quickly. The first one was all the spikes on the armor, as practical it might sound it will do more damage to you than the enemy. Getting caught in your own armor is not a good thing when fighting for your life.
The second thing would be the helmet, not that she had wore any during combat but there was a reason to why most helmets made for fighting covered the face. Shyvana didn't have much more time to think when she heard her name being mentioned by Poppy and in the same sentence as intimidation.
Shyvana chuckled and then continued to scan the armor until the smith that had made it came out. Hearing him speak to her Shyvana looked at him as he paused, raising a brow at his question she folded her arms.
"I'm not even going to answer to that question... I was looking at your armor and it caught my attention that you used a draconian style. Tell me, you didn't plan on fighting in that thing?" Shyvana looked at him and then back at the armor. "Because that chest piece for example, won't protect against much. I'd guess a dagger at the most."
Shyvana didn't even think about that she might come off a bit rude, she was just pointing out things that she found obvious.
"It's a fine piece, but it's not going to save your skin. If I were you, I'd keep that thing indoors to look at."
Post by The Dragons Disciple on May 6, 2014 4:49:31 GMT -5
Tyrith knows full well who she was, but he hides it well. "I'm just a blacksmith dear," he says casually, with a slight shrug as he picks up his hammer. "I don't fight. It was made for someone else. They wanted armor to strike fear into their rival, that is what I made. Its as simple as that. I've done more modifications to that set than I care to admit." He laughs a little, as it is a lie he has told more than a few times.
"If you'd like I can make you a set like it. With your recommended modifications of course. It'd probably cover up a little more than you do now though, which would be a shame."
"Tyrith!" Alfred shouts. "You shouldn't speak of Shyvana like that!"
"What?" Tyrith continues, before setting up to get back to work. "I said it would be a shame. Thats a compliment Alfred."
Alfred turns to the half-dragon, flabbergasted at the whole exchange. "My apologies Ma'am. I don't know whats gotten into him today."
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Iron Ambassador on May 6, 2014 9:22:55 GMT -5
I have to disagree on one point there, Shyvana. Steel does not bend easily enough to break like, not this steel from what I can see. Perhaps for one with the strength of a dragon, yes, but not for the strength of your average yordle or even human. You may know a lot about fighting, but I know more about smithing than you no doubt. After all, I have made my own armor, and you've seen how durable it is even when upon the Fields of Justice. This steel... would require either the strength of an axe or a hammer to break, in my opinion, as is with most sets of armor. Impractical and clunky, but I wouldn't say weak.
Poppy looks at Shyvana with her usual steeled gaze for a moment before turning to the old smith once more, trying to look a bit less serious compared to usual.
I would of course bring my own materials. With the lucky position I am in, I do not have any issues with paying for steel.
Post by The Dragons Disciple on May 13, 2014 1:24:06 GMT -5
"Well," Alfred says after a moment, turning his attention back to Poppy. "I'm sure your presence will be enough to drum up business Miss Poppy. I'm grateful for that." The old man smiled widely, his eyes squinting as he does so. "Besides that, I'm sure my wife will be ecstatic as well. Living in a smithy doesn't exactly bring us a lot of company for very long. She loves our fair cities champions and will undoubtedly want to talk to you."
Tyrith nods rhythmically to a song only in his head as he starts back to work. 'Best way to get through this is probably to say as little as possible,' he thinks to himself. He occasionally glances at Shyvana, taking mental notes of her armor in case he has to remake his own one day. What she and Poppy had said was obviously true, but the appearance alone and his ability to move in it had truly helped him escape troublesome situations in the past. And since most of the thugs he dealt with used bladed weapons instead of blunt ones, he was able to fight the ones he couldn't intimidate.
((Sorry this took so long guys. Said I would do it a couple days ago, but I've been having problems with proboards.))
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Half-Dragon on May 13, 2014 3:39:02 GMT -5
Shyvana looked at Tyrith as the young blacksmith as he defended himself from her words, she didn't doubt that he had spoken about the ornate armor several times before, that she expected. But the fact he said he had made it to someone else was a bit odd to her and when Tyrith commented on her own armor, Shyvana raised a brow.
Sure the armor she wore now wasn't as practical as the one she normally donned but she had selected to wear this armor for a reason which happened to be that it was sunny and warm outside. The sharp voice of Alfred caught Shyvana's attention as he shouted at Tyrith.
"No need to apologize, sir, I know very well that this armor is not perfect for fighting and I have never stated such. It's merely used by me when I wish to get some sun or when I fought on the Fields of Justice." Shyvana looked at the blacksmith as he began to work again.
"And you, child, I have two more pieces of armor to my disposal. One made out of steel imbued with magic to transform with me so it doesn't break and I don't end up unprotected on the battlefield and the second made out of the bones of the dragon who killed my father, so I have to decline your offer for now."
Shyvana then looks down at Poppy as she as well defends the armor, sure the armor could defend against light attacks, but the moment a great sword or a mace of sorts the armor would probably give in due to the structure.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on May 14, 2014 3:17:54 GMT -5
If people want to buy things because of my presence, I am amused. I do not think that my presence should make any sort of difference, but I suppose people are more likely to buy things that are created by a place that includes a known figure...
Poppy shakes her head and turns to look at Shyvana and Tyrith, calling the young smith "child". Shyvana couldn't me much older than him, which amused Poppy as the Half-Dragon treated him like she was older.
Shyvana, if he is a child, what are you then? You are not that old either, are you now? Try and have some sort of respect for the young smith.
Post by The Dragons Disciple on May 16, 2014 1:07:11 GMT -5
Tyrith couldn't hold back his laughter when Poppy spoke to Shyvana. "Thats alright Miss Poppy," he says. "It reminded me of being talked to by my mother. Was kinda nice. Plus there are a lot of other things she could have called me that aren't appropriate for polite company such as this."
Tyrith thought for a moment. "The champions of this city are beloved by the people," he says. "Just being able to see one is a joy in their day to day lives. Your presence would undoubtedly get people talking about this place. Just as it does now." Tyrith looked up at the street behind the two champions. People were stopping and admiring them. Most for only a moment, though some for longer.
'Freedom cannot be forced into existence, nor can it be won through painful struggle. Freedom cannot be bought or sold. It has nothing to do with one’s social status; one’s profession is of no consequence. In order for you to accept yourself as you are and live with your soul at peace, you must simply teach yourself to let it be, only then will you discover freedom.'
Post by The Half-Dragon on May 26, 2014 15:21:33 GMT -5
Shyvana raised her brow and looked at the young yordle next to her. The Smith looked like he barely had reached adulthood, which Shyvana thought and would thus call him after that. Hence why she addressed the older man with Sir and in this case, the young smith as child.
"Oh? I'm most certainly older than he, if I'm not, I shall apologize, but until I'm proven otherwise, he shall be called child from me." Shyvana replied and looked down at Poppy.
Post by The Iron Ambassador on May 28, 2014 12:37:49 GMT -5
Poppy sighs, holding her hand over her face for a moment, mumbling. "By the Mothership..." She then shakes her head and looks up at Shyvana.
It's not a matter of simply being older, or would you call someone 60 years old "child" if you were older than them? To me, it sounds rude and condescending... then again, you never have seemed like the type to be nice to others. "Cower before the power of a dragon", and all that upon the Fields.
She looks at Tyrith for a moment, as if gauging his reactions before turning back to Shyvana.
I hope you don't get as angry when sparring someone at the barracks.
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