
Originally Posted by
Zeus Almighty
OOC- always had an infatuation, but no experience other than buying a couple.
Gabriel stood at the forge, hammering out the blade he intended to give to the Earl of Leicester. He was there, in that place his forge took him at times, a place where only the forge, the metal, and the fire existed. He hammered away unresponsive to the Barons word.
His master, an aged man just outside of his physical capacity for his best work, came around the corner and answered.
Give the boy some time, once he has put the blade up for the night he will come back to our side of the world.
Sure enough, two hours later Gabriel finished his hammering and cleaned up. He looked at the Baron and bowed,
So, a two handed mace....I have a one handed mace I can show ye. Two handed maces tend not to sell real well do I make them on demand.