Post by Taminah Visari on Mar 8, 2013 2:03:08 GMT -5
Defectors from zaun to Piltover were an occasional occurrence, and authorities usually evaluated the capabilities of each new mind that came to the city of progress. While Janna was one of the most high profile examples, other sorcerer types were not unheard of.
Taminah Ironfeld came to the docks of Piltover along with her mother and critically injured father, defectors from the city where they were exploited. The young girl became the sole breadwinner until her father's hands were repaired, and eagerly set off towards the junkyards to obtain large pieces of scrap metal.
And so after a few weeks of waiting, she was able to open a small forge and stand in the Piltover markets. Inventions and techmatheurgy were the norm, and a blacksmith of all things was a fading sight from the City of Progress.
Thus, it became quite the attraction to see a large, beautifully engraved metal dome being erected one fine day, the size of a large hut, emitting the smoke from a forge. The front store was nothing more than a small fenced off area of stands, displaying a variety of products. Jewelry, kitchen accessories, knives and utensils, and even a few pieces of metal sculptures were arrayed- but curiously, no weapons or armor. Those looking for these things might deign to speak to the blacksmith herself.
Taminah unhooked the chain cordon, and flipped the outdoor sign- Ironfeld Forgeworks had now opened. Wearing a clean forge apron, she set about to create some stock kitchen knives to start the business off, her mother tending the money box and entertaining potential customers. A few people, man and yordle alike, perused the goods, but thus far they made little impact.
Taminah Ironfeld came to the docks of Piltover along with her mother and critically injured father, defectors from the city where they were exploited. The young girl became the sole breadwinner until her father's hands were repaired, and eagerly set off towards the junkyards to obtain large pieces of scrap metal.
And so after a few weeks of waiting, she was able to open a small forge and stand in the Piltover markets. Inventions and techmatheurgy were the norm, and a blacksmith of all things was a fading sight from the City of Progress.
Thus, it became quite the attraction to see a large, beautifully engraved metal dome being erected one fine day, the size of a large hut, emitting the smoke from a forge. The front store was nothing more than a small fenced off area of stands, displaying a variety of products. Jewelry, kitchen accessories, knives and utensils, and even a few pieces of metal sculptures were arrayed- but curiously, no weapons or armor. Those looking for these things might deign to speak to the blacksmith herself.
Taminah unhooked the chain cordon, and flipped the outdoor sign- Ironfeld Forgeworks had now opened. Wearing a clean forge apron, she set about to create some stock kitchen knives to start the business off, her mother tending the money box and entertaining potential customers. A few people, man and yordle alike, perused the goods, but thus far they made little impact.