Post by SirThanatos on Jun 30, 2004 12:38:33 GMT -5
*The servant, or was he a man at arms in service to Sir Hawkmoon, the Knight wasn't sure, lead him to the Armory. As the large wooden door swung open uon well oiled hinges, he saw that what he was told that the armory was "extensive" was an undertsatement!
The room seemed to go on forever in the dim light of torches upon the wall in sconces, he stood amazed for many minutes and by the "servants" reaction...muffled chuckling slightly behind him, he guessed that the man was highly amused by the Knights' almost audible dropping of the jaw...With a words that sounded greatly like.."don't get lost!" he was left to his own devices.
Walking along the aisle that ran in the center of the room, he saw many full suits of armor, some in various states of repair along one side, and those that were recently repaired and oiled and hung on the wall like so many "stiff soldiers". Out of habit, he inspected the oiled rigs, moving parts to be sure the oiling was recent...and that the chain mail had been hooked properly. His slow nodding of approval was an indication of how impressed he was by the workmanship done here! Mentally noting the "style" of the workmanship, he felt he could get very close to it, if indeed copy it exactly, so no difference would be seen nor felt by the wearer.
Next he stepped to the opposite wall where "works in progress" were hung, and inspected those. On the chain mail shirt he first picked up, he saw where the man had stopped in his labors and started his work there.
For hours he leaned over a small anvil he found nearby, and pounded and shaped, then hooked the chain rings together until they began making linked rows..somewhat like a knitted sweater, and these he lay a drop of oil upon to help in the prevention of rust. The knight kept at this until a full shirt was completed, and properly oiled, then lay the shirt on a stretch of clothe that oil soaked and studied his work.
Smiling to himself, he felt that his hand had almost completely matched that of the Castle's Armorer, and this pleased him greatly. Then he turned his attentions to some of the weapons that were also hung along the wall, or stood in racks. Hefting one blade he checked it's balance and sharpness..once more he was amazed at the perfect balancing that had been achieved, and the edge laid upon the blade, by flicking his thumb across it's edge...then grinning, he noted that he now had a small cut along the ball of his thumb. The weapon was much sharper than it appeared to be!!
He worked on a number of blades that to his eye, seemed to need a little "enhancing"...to one such blade, he disassembled the hilt, hilt guard and pommel...once apart, he opened a medium sized pouch that hung from his belt, and poured some of the sand from it into the hand grip...then re-assembling the whole thing, he hefted it and swung it in his "signature move" a "figure eight" motion. As he swung the blade faster, and increased the arc thro which it moved, the sword became almost a living thing in his hand....the slight buzz it made as cut thro the air, drew a smile on the warrior's lips..then in one sudden movement, clasping the sword in a "hand and a half" grip, he clove his invisible opponent in two! Chuckling to himself, he was now satisfied with the blade, and replaced it upon the wall mount gingerly.
Now the Knight took his leave of the room, having been there for awhile...Once in the upper reaches of the castle, near the Great Hall, he realized that the sun was about to rise..he had been there all night, much to his astonishment! Wearily, he ascended the stairs leading to his room.....Along the way, he passed by Lady Rayven's chambers...stopped and gazed at the door, then took a small piece of parchement that he tried to keep on him for note taking, he scrawled a short note to her...
Lady Rayven,
I hope you slept well this night and will forgive me that I did not join you in the Infirmary as I said I would.
Thanatos
Slipping it under her door, he then made his way to his own room and collapsed upon his bed to sleep.
The room seemed to go on forever in the dim light of torches upon the wall in sconces, he stood amazed for many minutes and by the "servants" reaction...muffled chuckling slightly behind him, he guessed that the man was highly amused by the Knights' almost audible dropping of the jaw...With a words that sounded greatly like.."don't get lost!" he was left to his own devices.
Walking along the aisle that ran in the center of the room, he saw many full suits of armor, some in various states of repair along one side, and those that were recently repaired and oiled and hung on the wall like so many "stiff soldiers". Out of habit, he inspected the oiled rigs, moving parts to be sure the oiling was recent...and that the chain mail had been hooked properly. His slow nodding of approval was an indication of how impressed he was by the workmanship done here! Mentally noting the "style" of the workmanship, he felt he could get very close to it, if indeed copy it exactly, so no difference would be seen nor felt by the wearer.
Next he stepped to the opposite wall where "works in progress" were hung, and inspected those. On the chain mail shirt he first picked up, he saw where the man had stopped in his labors and started his work there.
For hours he leaned over a small anvil he found nearby, and pounded and shaped, then hooked the chain rings together until they began making linked rows..somewhat like a knitted sweater, and these he lay a drop of oil upon to help in the prevention of rust. The knight kept at this until a full shirt was completed, and properly oiled, then lay the shirt on a stretch of clothe that oil soaked and studied his work.
Smiling to himself, he felt that his hand had almost completely matched that of the Castle's Armorer, and this pleased him greatly. Then he turned his attentions to some of the weapons that were also hung along the wall, or stood in racks. Hefting one blade he checked it's balance and sharpness..once more he was amazed at the perfect balancing that had been achieved, and the edge laid upon the blade, by flicking his thumb across it's edge...then grinning, he noted that he now had a small cut along the ball of his thumb. The weapon was much sharper than it appeared to be!!
He worked on a number of blades that to his eye, seemed to need a little "enhancing"...to one such blade, he disassembled the hilt, hilt guard and pommel...once apart, he opened a medium sized pouch that hung from his belt, and poured some of the sand from it into the hand grip...then re-assembling the whole thing, he hefted it and swung it in his "signature move" a "figure eight" motion. As he swung the blade faster, and increased the arc thro which it moved, the sword became almost a living thing in his hand....the slight buzz it made as cut thro the air, drew a smile on the warrior's lips..then in one sudden movement, clasping the sword in a "hand and a half" grip, he clove his invisible opponent in two! Chuckling to himself, he was now satisfied with the blade, and replaced it upon the wall mount gingerly.
Now the Knight took his leave of the room, having been there for awhile...Once in the upper reaches of the castle, near the Great Hall, he realized that the sun was about to rise..he had been there all night, much to his astonishment! Wearily, he ascended the stairs leading to his room.....Along the way, he passed by Lady Rayven's chambers...stopped and gazed at the door, then took a small piece of parchement that he tried to keep on him for note taking, he scrawled a short note to her...
Lady Rayven,
I hope you slept well this night and will forgive me that I did not join you in the Infirmary as I said I would.
Thanatos
Slipping it under her door, he then made his way to his own room and collapsed upon his bed to sleep.
