Chaos (red in the face from exerting himself...the little stamina-less fighter...) wanders into the forge. Stopping a moment in awe of a bustling workroom, he begins to wander about looking for an avaliable dwarf. Finding one who doesn't seem to be very preoccupied, he bows down and kindly taps him on the shoulder, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Flintage the dwarf or his assistant Griblenitch. I'd like something made for me...I have the plans here, if it'd help." he reaches into an inner shirt pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper, the sketch of what he had in mind. -- The Forges

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Date Posted: 20:16:31 11/11/03 Tue
Author: Chaos
Subject: Chaos (red in the face from exerting himself...the little stamina-less fighter...) wanders into the forge. Stopping a moment in awe of a bustling workroom, he begins to wander about looking for an avaliable dwarf. Finding one who doesn't seem to be very preoccupied, he bows down and kindly taps him on the shoulder, "Excuse me, I'm looking for Flintage the dwarf or his assistant Griblenitch. I'd like something made for me...I have the plans here, if it'd help." he reaches into an inner shirt pocket and takes out a folded piece of paper, the sketch of what he had in mind.

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The dwarf points at a figure standing by a large table and grunts. The figure, on closer inspection, is Flintage, the Master Forger. (NT) -- Fate (So sorry about the wait!), 08:40:27 11/20/03 Thu
Chaos wanders over to Flintage and clears his throat politely, "Excuse me, I'd like to have this made. Can you do it for me?" He guestures once more with the paper in his hand, careful to keep it away from any heat. Unfolding it, he holds it out for Flintage to see. (Description inside) -- Chaos (All is forgiven, no worries.), 13:58:43 11/20/03 Thu
Flintage squints at the paper and mutters to himself. Eventually he looks up at Chaos. "This will take more then a few days to put together, but it seems in order. Come back in a week, unless I send for you." Without waiting for a response, he turns and disappears into the crowd of workers. (NT) -- Flintage, 10:28:55 11/26/03 Wed
Chaos grins. "Thank you!" he calls after the vanished dwarf. Then he turns and marches out of the forges humming to himself. (NT) -- Happy Chaos, 08:33:33 11/27/03 Thu
Flintage puts the finished boots on a table near the entrance for Chaos. (NT) -- Flintage, 12:34:51 01/17/04 Sat
- Chaos slowly and silently creeps into the forges. Slightly embarrassed that it had taken him so long to return, he limps over to the table and grabs his supplies. Writing a quick note of thanks, he trudges back to his home to rest and talk more. -- Chaos the Laden, 21:29:09 03/22/04 Mon