Gecel enters the Warrior's Hall with a groan. Seeing what he feared, his creation had fallen over under it's own weight. The mechanical trainer lie sprawled on the floor of the hall.
Cursing in Dwarven Gecel kicks the mechanical man. "I knew those weak bolts would never hold."
Gecel begins to stoke the bellows for his forge.
Gecel looks around, startled at the sudden talking so close by. He was clearly focused on his work, loading the fire of the forge.
"Yes! Yes I could use a hand here and yer hammer if'n you'll spare it for a day or so. Ya see my gift ta town is my Training Dummy.", Gecel motions to the man shaped contraption on the floor. "It'll train ya how ta fight with any weapon.", Gecel Beams. Then his face saddens as he says, "Tha damn bolts came loose. I was in tha middle of fabricat'n a wider base plate ta mount it on."
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
After several hours of hammering, the base is complete. A short time later the dummy is perched upon it's new base and standing ready for the next trainee.
Gecel looks to his helper and says, "A fine job lad. Thankee for the aid. Now you were ask'n about learn'n ta mine?"
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Turning and grabbing his two-handed axe, Gecel swings it hard at the trainer. Striking it mightily across it's chest plate the automation rocks violently on it's new metal base but stands firm. The eyes light up as the magic activates, and it reaches for it's weapons strapped across it's back. The machine emits a dull hum as it stands ready.
"There we are," Gecel smiles as he turns to leave,"Off we go then lad!" Gecel leaves the Warrior's Hall and tromps off toward the mines in the midday sun.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson
Alec walks into the Hall astonished by the fact a town under such siege would even have a warrior's hall. Looking around he notices a fighter (Artemis) he recognizes from the battle field. Good evening sir, i believe you were fighting by my side against the gnolls and Scorch. I did not have time for introductions but i admire your skill. My name is Alec. I would like to inquire about learning skills from you. (Fortitude)
A tall man, obviously not from the area, walks into the hall and looks around. Most definitly a warrior, he is clad in armor that has seen better days. He has a longsword strapped at his side and a shield on his back. Looking around seeing few people and the town in shambles he knows he is in the right spot. He eyes the newly fixed training dummy and thinks to himself " Might as well practise a bit and see if anyone comes around" with that he unsheaths his sword and begins his paces trying a few new moves he has been working on.
After practising for hours and seeing noone returning he sheaths his sword and heads off to the tavern for a hot meal and a cool ale.
"Taking ore and stone from the ground and fashioning it inta any shape ya wish is a spiritual journey lad." Gecel looks thoughtful. "I remember my first time in tha mines. I was just a wee lad back in those days. No taller than me boot cuff."
"But ta answer yer question, yes it does ta be add'n a bit more to it. Yer blood and sweat go inta a piece at that point. It becomes a part of ye." Gecel turns to face Artemis.
"Will ya be go'n with me back ta the mines tonight?" Gecel asks.
For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
-- Ralph Waldo Emerson