Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190505142549/@comment-17114085-20190912130514

Randagulf figured that the man was just an eccentric scholar of some kind, given his old-style speech pattern and manerisms.

"You must not be from around here, friend." Randagulf said to Lars. Anyone from the hold would know the Harbinger. "I am Randagulf Begalin, Harbinger of the Companions."

"A shortsword, yes, I can get one ready for you as soon as I finish this blade for my nephew." Iði the Smith said. "Æbbi, you can start on the materials."

The apprentice went to gather the ore.

The two smiths got to work and ignored Kal as they moved about their workstations. Kal could stay and watch, but it would take several days for the two smiths to finish the weapon.

(@Bee: I assume you gave him a copper, not a gold coin. Giving a messenger a goin coin would be like giving a $100 tip to a waiter at diner.)

The courier thanked her for the tip.

When Reyl arrived at the shop, she found Ødun lazing around. He stood up when he saw her enter and patted off his robes. "Ah, my best customer has returned. I assume you got the message, just wait a moment while I go retrieve your staff from the back."

Ødun headed into the shop's storage room for a minute then came out with the Reyl's Staff of Lightning Bolts. "here you go, completed to your specifications." He handed it over to her.

Frøsselvirk was one of the first places that heard the news, from merchant ships that left the Vindhelm harbor and stopped at the town's lower docks. Word of mouth had made Jarl Harald's declaration reach the public even before the Chief got the official notice from the courier.

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"Master Gauldur, did you hear the news?" The young brown-haired mage entered the Arch-mage's chambers.

Gauldur was standing by the large stainless glass window that overlooked the College grounds. "I have, it is on the mouths of every apprentice. Many of them seem excided about the prospect of the war against the snow elves."

The brown-haired mage, the apprentice of Gauldur, was one of the few privy to the information about the Arch-mage's origins, the fact that his father was an Aldmer. "Master, I will crack down on this..."

"There is no need. Let the apprentices gossip. Jarl Harald has sparked a blaze in their hearts that cannot be easily extinguished. Let every true son of Skyrim answer my call!, he says. Words that capture the people to be sure." Gauldur said.

He turned around to face his apprentice. "Geirmund, I do need you to do something for me. Call the masters to the conference room. This looming war with the snow elves may open up some opportunities for the College that we will need to discuss."