tristan
Everyone broke off to attend to their self-assigned tasks, and Tristan momentarily watched both Deimos and Remi get to it with a thankful glance. If not for their kindness and resourcefulness, the brunette knew that cleaning up this shop and turning it into something productive and useful would be far more difficult. Somehow, someway, he would pay them back for their assistance. That was thought for another time, however, as for now Tristan knew he would have his hands full removing these horrid brambles and weeds from about the shop yard.
The lingering anvil lay just beyond his reach, as though it had been knocked over and pushed to the side with a great deal of force. He wondered, briefly, what had happened to this place to cause so many homes and shops to have been abandoned. It was a reminder that the history of this world was elusive, but one of these days the man would take a few days to really brush up on the vast lore he was surely missing.
Tugging at the leather gloves on his hands once more to ensure they were on all the way, the man knelt back down between the decrepit old bench and the forge and reached out, grasping the sharp, overgrown bramble bushes in his hands with a grimace. He pulled at the mess, the sharp thorns seeming to snatch and hold onto each other stubbornly, but they came loose after a few moments. Removing the harsh vines free from the entanglement, he set the splaying branches aside and repeated the process, grabbing, pulling, and uprooting the brambles one by one until they were cast into a pile to the side and well out of Deimos’ way.
Bracing himself, then, Tristan dug his fingers into the sides of the anvil and dragged it from its hidden nook with a grunt of effort, the sound of tempered iron on stonework grating to the ears. Eventually he pulled the anvil far enough out to give it a thorough examination. It was stained with oil, soot, dirt, and seemed to be coated with a buildup of grime from exposure to the elements, but it would work and just needed a good cleaning. Lucky him. Turning his attention back to the nook, he reached next for the old tools, pulling them out to attempt to see if they were salvageable or not. Some could be salvaged but others would need to be repaired, and Tristan cursed beneath his breath. Well then.
For Deimos, fitting the stone would be simple enough in repairing and strengthening the forge walls. With the plethora of rubble and debris around the reclaimed shop, various shapes and sizes of masonry would be easy to find… But with more and more stones worked into the frame of the forge, the whole structure seemed to sink, as though the very dirt and stone beneath the forge were too weak to maintain the additional weight. Perhaps some reinforcement for the cobblestone ground would be in order?
Unfortunately for Remi, the repossessed door would be just a few inches too large, both tall and wide for the door to the blacksmith shop. Perhaps with a few alterations, however, it would fit just right, and give the hardiness of the acquired wood, the material would hold up well to any revisions that needed to be made.
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With the brambles removed, Tristan now needs to clean the anvil and repair some of the tools gathered. The ground beneath the forge Deimos is repairing seems unsteady and somehow needs reinforced, and the door found by Remi is in need of alterations in order to work effectively.
Also, holy moly I’m so sorry this is so late, you two! <3
The lingering anvil lay just beyond his reach, as though it had been knocked over and pushed to the side with a great deal of force. He wondered, briefly, what had happened to this place to cause so many homes and shops to have been abandoned. It was a reminder that the history of this world was elusive, but one of these days the man would take a few days to really brush up on the vast lore he was surely missing.
Tugging at the leather gloves on his hands once more to ensure they were on all the way, the man knelt back down between the decrepit old bench and the forge and reached out, grasping the sharp, overgrown bramble bushes in his hands with a grimace. He pulled at the mess, the sharp thorns seeming to snatch and hold onto each other stubbornly, but they came loose after a few moments. Removing the harsh vines free from the entanglement, he set the splaying branches aside and repeated the process, grabbing, pulling, and uprooting the brambles one by one until they were cast into a pile to the side and well out of Deimos’ way.
Bracing himself, then, Tristan dug his fingers into the sides of the anvil and dragged it from its hidden nook with a grunt of effort, the sound of tempered iron on stonework grating to the ears. Eventually he pulled the anvil far enough out to give it a thorough examination. It was stained with oil, soot, dirt, and seemed to be coated with a buildup of grime from exposure to the elements, but it would work and just needed a good cleaning. Lucky him. Turning his attention back to the nook, he reached next for the old tools, pulling them out to attempt to see if they were salvageable or not. Some could be salvaged but others would need to be repaired, and Tristan cursed beneath his breath. Well then.
For Deimos, fitting the stone would be simple enough in repairing and strengthening the forge walls. With the plethora of rubble and debris around the reclaimed shop, various shapes and sizes of masonry would be easy to find… But with more and more stones worked into the frame of the forge, the whole structure seemed to sink, as though the very dirt and stone beneath the forge were too weak to maintain the additional weight. Perhaps some reinforcement for the cobblestone ground would be in order?
Unfortunately for Remi, the repossessed door would be just a few inches too large, both tall and wide for the door to the blacksmith shop. Perhaps with a few alterations, however, it would fit just right, and give the hardiness of the acquired wood, the material would hold up well to any revisions that needed to be made.
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With the brambles removed, Tristan now needs to clean the anvil and repair some of the tools gathered. The ground beneath the forge Deimos is repairing seems unsteady and somehow needs reinforced, and the door found by Remi is in need of alterations in order to work effectively.
Also, holy moly I’m so sorry this is so late, you two! <3
