Askar
Vampire Enthusiast. Serana Lover.
Askar threw water onto his hearthfire and nodded his head at nothing in particular. His house was bathed in darkness like it was when he came in yet the darkness did nothing to impare his sight. Those red eyes glowed like lights of their own in the darkness and his vampiric powers allowed him to see straight through it. He moved with a purpose, straght to his manniquin that held his armor, and with quick and practiced hands he put it all on, tightening the straps and buckles and then looked to the mask that was still upon the manniquin. He gave a slight sigh and lifted it up so he could set it on his face and tie it on behind his head. Grabbing the hood he attatched it to his armor and pulled it over his head. Grabbing his shield and axe from the nearby weapon rack he headed the door and bid his home goodbye.
Walking in the broad daylight wasn't as difficult as one would think for a Vampire, it just made doing menial tasks far more difficult than they should have been. The sun sucked energy out of him, but it didn't burn him to a crisp like most people thought. He moved with ease, not wishing to tire himself out by simply walking and made his way through the twisting streets of Markarth to the Smith. He nodded gently to Ghorza gra-Bagol, the smithing mistress, she gave him a weary smile. She knew Askar, and had her suspicions about what he was, but he made good armor and good steel, and gave her the cut of his pay for using her forge. She stepped aside and snapped an order to Tactius Sallustius, making him go pick up some silver and other materials for the forge. Askar nodded gently and removed the large cloak from his shoulders and then his gloves as well. The rest of his armor stayed on, but he had to use his bare hands to grip the hammer. Ghorza looked at him funny, but asked no questions, she wasn't going to displease the man before her by asking unwanted questions, he had never brought it up to her before, so she wouldn't bring it up to him.
Gripping the hammer in his pale fingers Askar grabbed a few steel ingots and a large oricelcum ingot as well. Throwing them in the proper molds for the forge he allowed them to melt down and then pulled them out to cool and harden. Once hardened into square plates he took what was left over to make nails and fastenings, his gloves needed a tuneup. Cutting the steel plats into smaller strips he worked the steel in the heat of the forge so he could get them to the right shape and form. Whistling to Ghorza he motioned for her to grab his gloves and she did as bid, nodding lightly and patting his forearm as she left, going to lean against the smith post and watch his work. Making sure the steel was properly made and hard enough he moved to the gloves and began to work on the knuckles and hand guards, prying off the broken parts and tossing them in the scraps to be melted down into ingots later. Once the gloves were bare he took the freshly made steel and began to work it into place, making sure every plate fit and everything was well fitted and strong. Setting the hammer down he took one of his gloves and slipped it over his large hand and flexed his fingers, he had great movement and the plates slide over eachother perfectly, which made a bit of pride swell in his chest. However there was one more thing to do, reinforce the knuckles.
Grabbing the scraps he had tossed away he sends them into the smelter and waits for them to melt down and then grabs the right mold he needed, small disks, a touch smaller than a septim. Pouring the steel into the mold he waited for it to cool, all the while making small chat with Ghorza, talking about techniques, and new ways of forging certain metals. Once cooled Askar took the small disks and moved to the work table and grabbed a little hammer so he could work the disks so they boughed out in the middle, allowing for easy fit over the knuckles. Once each was set he grabbed his gloves and began to fasten them. It took quite a bit of time, but once done, it was amazingly successful. Askar smiled and set everything down, admiring his work for a moment. Once sure he had gotten everything right, he fastens the gloves on and then turns to Ghorza, "Thank you so much for allowing me usage of your forge Ghorza, I need to sharpen my axe and fix a few dents in my shield, and I'll be out of your forge." He gave a smile behind his mask, though she couldn't see it. Nodding her head, Ghorza allowed him free reign.
Walking in the broad daylight wasn't as difficult as one would think for a Vampire, it just made doing menial tasks far more difficult than they should have been. The sun sucked energy out of him, but it didn't burn him to a crisp like most people thought. He moved with ease, not wishing to tire himself out by simply walking and made his way through the twisting streets of Markarth to the Smith. He nodded gently to Ghorza gra-Bagol, the smithing mistress, she gave him a weary smile. She knew Askar, and had her suspicions about what he was, but he made good armor and good steel, and gave her the cut of his pay for using her forge. She stepped aside and snapped an order to Tactius Sallustius, making him go pick up some silver and other materials for the forge. Askar nodded gently and removed the large cloak from his shoulders and then his gloves as well. The rest of his armor stayed on, but he had to use his bare hands to grip the hammer. Ghorza looked at him funny, but asked no questions, she wasn't going to displease the man before her by asking unwanted questions, he had never brought it up to her before, so she wouldn't bring it up to him.
Gripping the hammer in his pale fingers Askar grabbed a few steel ingots and a large oricelcum ingot as well. Throwing them in the proper molds for the forge he allowed them to melt down and then pulled them out to cool and harden. Once hardened into square plates he took what was left over to make nails and fastenings, his gloves needed a tuneup. Cutting the steel plats into smaller strips he worked the steel in the heat of the forge so he could get them to the right shape and form. Whistling to Ghorza he motioned for her to grab his gloves and she did as bid, nodding lightly and patting his forearm as she left, going to lean against the smith post and watch his work. Making sure the steel was properly made and hard enough he moved to the gloves and began to work on the knuckles and hand guards, prying off the broken parts and tossing them in the scraps to be melted down into ingots later. Once the gloves were bare he took the freshly made steel and began to work it into place, making sure every plate fit and everything was well fitted and strong. Setting the hammer down he took one of his gloves and slipped it over his large hand and flexed his fingers, he had great movement and the plates slide over eachother perfectly, which made a bit of pride swell in his chest. However there was one more thing to do, reinforce the knuckles.
Grabbing the scraps he had tossed away he sends them into the smelter and waits for them to melt down and then grabs the right mold he needed, small disks, a touch smaller than a septim. Pouring the steel into the mold he waited for it to cool, all the while making small chat with Ghorza, talking about techniques, and new ways of forging certain metals. Once cooled Askar took the small disks and moved to the work table and grabbed a little hammer so he could work the disks so they boughed out in the middle, allowing for easy fit over the knuckles. Once each was set he grabbed his gloves and began to fasten them. It took quite a bit of time, but once done, it was amazingly successful. Askar smiled and set everything down, admiring his work for a moment. Once sure he had gotten everything right, he fastens the gloves on and then turns to Ghorza, "Thank you so much for allowing me usage of your forge Ghorza, I need to sharpen my axe and fix a few dents in my shield, and I'll be out of your forge." He gave a smile behind his mask, though she couldn't see it. Nodding her head, Ghorza allowed him free reign.
