Request for Volunteer Craftsmen

The smith in Shadowdale can be seen being assisted by a number of militiamen, moving a large quantity of raw materials to his forge. He then hangs a sign stating that any new orders will be delayed as he completes a large order for the town's government. His forge illuminates his work for days as he hammers out the order, leaving plenty of time for anyone who might volunteer their time and skill to assist him. If asked about the work one of the militiamen assigned to help the smith with heavy lifting would explain that the Militia are being issued maces as a less lethal option to utilize than their broadswords.

Adventurers who inquire and are known to be trustworthy around the town would quietly receive further explanation. That with the undead threats stirring in Myth Drannor and the possibility of trouble bleeding over to Shadowdale's lands it was felt prudent to see the militia equipped to deal with skeletal foes. The lower lethality of the maces was decided to be an excellent reason to make the maces standard issue from this point forward, even after the undead threat passes. The extra expense worth the continued benefit. It is explained that to avoid panic that no public announcements are being made over what is only a possibility, and the adventurers are asked to keep their knowledge quiet for now.

The following notice is put up outside the General Store and at the Bulletin Board:

Craftsmen,

We have placed a large order for new equipment for the militia with the local smith. Due to the unusual size of the order the smith has agreed to allow volunteers to work the forge with him should any of you wish to donate your time and skill.

Secretary Lovich
in behalf of Mayor Glamerie

The notice bears Bryanna's signet; an armored bear standing upright while holding a poleaxe.

((Please note known trouble makers or adventurers completely unknown to the militia would not receive the further explanation. The undead troubles referenced are Carbuncle's MD events.))

Valtore sees the notice while shopping in town. He gladly offers his help to his cousin and is soon working with him forging maces. He suggests that the millita keep the broadswords in case monsters attack, "they be needin no mercy nor would give any when they over run tha defences."

As Aerandir often visits the Shadowdale forge, he offers his aid to the dwarf.
The two have spent many hours together as Aerandir forges full plates, and he should therefore be quite a familiar face, and as should the quality of his works.

Aerandir also brings his sister along, Amatria, who offers to entertain with a bit of music, ((+7 skills)) should this be wanted.

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((To clarify, the maces are an addition not a replacement >.>. I've been asked a couple times about that. Sort of how a RL cop can have a gun, a taser, or a nightstick.. we're providing options here people! Now we just need Oprah to come hand out the maces... You get a mace, and you get a mace, and you get a mace.. e'erone gets a mace!"))

Valtore, true to his nature chats up the Lass when he takes a break from the forge. He gives Aerendir a bit of good natured friendly grief. He continued to work with the dwarf and elf on the massive order of maces.

Karan shows up, wondering if there is any work to be done involving making traps or mechanical devices. If there is, she volunteers her time.

When Durmla arrives and offers to assist Valtore would gladly start to teach her the trade if she is interested (craft 30+). He teaches her some of the secrets of the trade. If fact anyone who Bryanna send their way Valtore offers to teach some basics to, while following the lead of the Master craftsmen whos forge they are using. He continues to joke with the workers to keep the mood light and possitive. Singing a few crass bar tunes (quite badly even). When Blue stops by he tries to talk the wizard into lending a had. "Imagine tha surprise of a militiaman when he holds a mace with tha mark of Master Mage Blue on it! It will inspire him ta greatness!" Of course Valtore proudly puts his own mark on his work as well.

Durmla listens politely to whatever advice Valtore has to say, though she would likely surprise him with the occasional bit of occult crafting lore obviously beyond her expertise, and perhaps even beyond his...  Eventually, she would confess her role.

"I learnt what I have from my Pa; he were a master craftsman before I were even a twinkle.  I grew up me whole life with this trade;" She grunts while working the bellows "...but I never learnt where the hammer met the metal. Never took with me for whatever reason..." After hours in the forge, her forehead and cheeks glow red with the heat of the forge beating on them, and she never complains; truly she has spent her life around this fire-breathing beast. "I'll take what lessons I can, though.  But I can't guarantee they'll stick.  Haw!" She laughs heartily

"Pa sent me away 'fore I could truly learn the trade from 'im.  I took with me what I could, but the truth is, I've always been better at wearin' it than I ever was at forgin' it..." She smiles distantly at some memory, but her smile fades as she dwells on it.  Eventually she grows quiet again, and concentrates her efforts on fully assisting the Master Craftsmen in her company.