Fine Edges
Fine Edges is one of the best stores forging and selling weapons and armor, made from ice. Laid out on the floor, in ice cabinets and on large stands hang swords, axes, daggers, bows, shields and so on. These are kept under a keen eye of the store hands to prevent it being stolen by thieves.
"Swords of all imaginable sizes sat in delicately thin ice stands. Their colors ranged from white to grey to light blue to the deepest blues. Axes, maces and every kind of weapon to bludgeon, to slice, to stick and garrotte seemed to have a place in the store. On the other side, armor on stands sat, from thin translucent icy armor, to thick impenetrable armor that seemed almost impossible for an Ellune to even move in. "
Inside, the more treasured items are on display - some so expensive - that a replica is made with the real item being stored in the Frozen Vault.
Lastly, at the rear of the store, is an Ice Forge. The ice forge is a small cave-like room, with just enough space for two ice smith's to sit in. To prepare the Ice Forge, two ellune must use their ice power to cool the room as much as possible. Once sufficiently cold, the enter the forge via and icy door and begin to forge weapons in these optimal conditions:
The rocky cave was dimly lit and encrusted with iced formations. So small was this cave, that two figures were huddled within, sitting on creaking timber stools as they were intensely focused on an object in their hands. A blue light was pulsating from their hands and in the freezing air, ice crystals formed and coalesced into an liquid that wobbled before a hand smoothed over to solidify and straighten it into a line.
'No...your hand here...maintain balance....' A voice was whispering within. The intensity of the words seemed to reverberate in the air as it reflected about the million icy fragments to create a lasting echo. '...yes, that's it. It is complete.'
As the sound dissipated, so too did the icy glow and all that remained was a dark silence...
Suddenly a scream of hinges cut the silence and brought a flood of light into the small cave. The figures, now seen to be two Ellune, had already clambered out of their temporary hovel and fur coats were flumped carelessly to the side of a sparse, singularly lit, room. The door was forced shut behind them.
Vasir Ina'kai
Vasir Ina'kai is eleventh Master Ice Smith of the Alnae School. He is the master craftsman of these weapons and his knowledge has been obtained from generations of knowledge. He has one apprentice that works with him to refine their craft. He is a cheerful old man, except when it comes to ensuring his weapons and armor are of the highest quality, and he can be quite angered if it is not. He has fine attention to detail and goes out of his way for customer satisfaction.
Vasir held an icy blade within his hands. He turned it about with a hand and his face was morose. The look seemed to make his already loosely hung skin, droop further from his face. His hair line seemed to recede further as he frowned and the thin sheet of fabric wrapped from his head, seemed to shift back and forth as his brow rose up and down as he looked over the sword. An eye flicked open along the base of the blade. The iris, a tiny dot in a pool of blue, expanded and contracted, as the eye ran its focus along the edge.
The young Ellune apprentice next to him looked back and forth at the blade and his master's expression. His young, smooth face and well-kept long grey hair, were almost in complete opposite to the craggy facial features of his Master. The boy wore only a modest fabric wrap about his body and his face was tinged with a will to impress.
The eye slid away from the blade and moved sideways.
'There is a air pocket near the back of the blade.' The old Ellune spoke softly to the boy. 'You didn't maintain adequate pressure of the ice during formation. Luckily it is not close to the edge, or this would have been a fatal flaw. I also see a small hairline fissure along the middle but it is parallel to the blade, not perpendicular.' His little finger traced the almost invisible line. 'This is caused from differential expansion and contractions. Had you maintained balance in both hands, the crack would have been avoided.' He nodded to himself. 'It's a fine blade. It is no masterwork, but it will fetch an adequate price.'
The sigh of relief from the young Ellune was not audible, but his body seemed to expire in relief.
Riyan Quia'li
Riyan is a young apprentice to Vasir and has been for some arcs now. He is learning the ways of ice-smithing quickly and Vasir is pleased with his progress. He often helps serve customers and organise deliveries.
His young, smooth face and well-kept long grey hair, were almost in complete opposite to the craggy facial features of his Master. The boy wore only a modest fabric wrap about his body and his face was tinged with a will to impress.