Petra had been gazing upon a set of armour on display, one that the smithy had forged not long ago. The full had taken herself and many smiths two months to complete. It had been crafted with deep steel, sourced from a place even beyond the deep caverns of the dwarves. A hard and sturdy metal, though it had nothing on the adamantine metals of the dwarves themselves, it could hold magic far better. The armour has been almost as much an exercise in enchanting as it had smithing, and while the smiths could handle the former, the latter had largely been left to Rulgak.
But it had taken them all to build such a thing. Crafted from scratch, it had the journeyman to beat the plates into considerable shape, and apprentices to smooth and assemble it. Masters oversaw the work and added the detail only their experienced touch could. Laden with many runes which had taken meticulous work by Rulgak to etch upon the surface, she had taken great care to ensure the shape of the etched steel matched that of the runes it was meant to hold. Lewan handled the damascene, having carefully hammered gold into the steel Rulgak had carefully roughened and prepared. Then, the plates were heated by kiln and hammered again. It had been a tedious effort, but the results did show when the runes lay smooth against the surrounding steel. Enchanting had taken the greatest amount of time; Rulgak had taken care of most of it, but there were quite a few enchantments that had to be outsourced, some of which required the hand of a mage from beyond the order.
Seemingly distracted, Petra quickly turned her attention towards Rulgak once she'd been adressed. She seemed a touch flushed, as it caught in the midst of mischief. Sure, her hands would spoil the shine on the armour, but that was an inconvenience to be borne by the apprentices. Fingerprints would be all she could do to damage the armour by bare touch. Nothing in the shop should break so easily. If that happened, someone was getting a stern talking to from Rulgak. Likely while working the bellows for the day.
"Madam Rulgak, well met. I've heard that your title of head blacksmith is well earned! So tell me. How do you feel about trying your skill at making a saddle fit for a dragon of storms?"
Rulgak appeared a bit confused at the request, but only for a moment. She had talent in leatherworking, but she was no saddler. A horse's saddle would have been a strange item to commission for her, but a dragon's saddle was a strange item for anyone to commission.
Petra excitement was contagious though, and Rulgak wondered if she could craft such a thing. Help would be scarce, she could not imagine the end result being anything akin to one for a horse. The seating perhaps, but supporting the weight of a rider would be a negligible problem in comparison. Fit might matter more, and rather than designed to the whim of the rider, it was clear that this would need to be designed to fit the whim of the dragon who'd wear it.
“That is an unusual request. We haven't made such a thing before. But that doesn't mean that we can't.” Rulgak replied with a hint of determination to her otherwise low and steady tone. She'd need a sense of size and some measurements, as a start. It would be a design like no other, and that she'd be blazing ahead beyond her usual area of expertise was a touch exciting.
Who could say they made a saddle fit for a dragon?
Petra Darthinian Faramund
But it had taken them all to build such a thing. Crafted from scratch, it had the journeyman to beat the plates into considerable shape, and apprentices to smooth and assemble it. Masters oversaw the work and added the detail only their experienced touch could. Laden with many runes which had taken meticulous work by Rulgak to etch upon the surface, she had taken great care to ensure the shape of the etched steel matched that of the runes it was meant to hold. Lewan handled the damascene, having carefully hammered gold into the steel Rulgak had carefully roughened and prepared. Then, the plates were heated by kiln and hammered again. It had been a tedious effort, but the results did show when the runes lay smooth against the surrounding steel. Enchanting had taken the greatest amount of time; Rulgak had taken care of most of it, but there were quite a few enchantments that had to be outsourced, some of which required the hand of a mage from beyond the order.
Seemingly distracted, Petra quickly turned her attention towards Rulgak once she'd been adressed. She seemed a touch flushed, as it caught in the midst of mischief. Sure, her hands would spoil the shine on the armour, but that was an inconvenience to be borne by the apprentices. Fingerprints would be all she could do to damage the armour by bare touch. Nothing in the shop should break so easily. If that happened, someone was getting a stern talking to from Rulgak. Likely while working the bellows for the day.
"Madam Rulgak, well met. I've heard that your title of head blacksmith is well earned! So tell me. How do you feel about trying your skill at making a saddle fit for a dragon of storms?"
Rulgak appeared a bit confused at the request, but only for a moment. She had talent in leatherworking, but she was no saddler. A horse's saddle would have been a strange item to commission for her, but a dragon's saddle was a strange item for anyone to commission.
Petra excitement was contagious though, and Rulgak wondered if she could craft such a thing. Help would be scarce, she could not imagine the end result being anything akin to one for a horse. The seating perhaps, but supporting the weight of a rider would be a negligible problem in comparison. Fit might matter more, and rather than designed to the whim of the rider, it was clear that this would need to be designed to fit the whim of the dragon who'd wear it.
“That is an unusual request. We haven't made such a thing before. But that doesn't mean that we can't.” Rulgak replied with a hint of determination to her otherwise low and steady tone. She'd need a sense of size and some measurements, as a start. It would be a design like no other, and that she'd be blazing ahead beyond her usual area of expertise was a touch exciting.
Who could say they made a saddle fit for a dragon?
Petra Darthinian Faramund