The shallow bay Egilrun is situated upon is used, these trials, for crafts and crafting. From boatmakers to weaponsmiths, glassblowers to metalworkers, the sound of hammers and saws can be heard almost every break of the trial, with crews working in shifts to produce the beautiful craftsmanship which they might, one trial, become famous for.
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So, one of the things that has changed in the new site is that the new PSF is visible to everyone. This provides us an opportunity and so, this morning I've created some subforums in there - for completed / approved threads....
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The shallow bay Egilrun is situated upon is used, these trials, for crafts and crafting. From boatmakers to weaponsmiths, glassblowers to metalworkers, the sound of hammers and saws can be heard...
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Balthazar and Lyanna had just arrived at the towering prison known as Slag's Deep. There had been a few times in the past where he was certain he'd end up there but it never happened. He never expected to be searching the prison for any hints to further explain what was going on with...
Egilrun existed on the blade's edge of oblivion. Going back as far as the time when Slag's Deep had defined it's destiny, the wealth flowing from that once prison mine, gems gathered by miscreants and misfits, monsters and...
The ships have now been paid for out of Isonomias wealth ledger as seen here . In accordance with the costs calculated below:
40 WP for a pair of Tier 8 Brigs.
-20 WP because of the 50% discount Winston negotiated.
+20 WP because he then arranged for 4 ships to be made instead of only 2.
The past day they'd spent hunting and subsequently slaughtering the rabbits. Toutouye and Woe that is. Woe grew inured to the sensation of snuffing out small and cute animal lives. he could separate the wild from the domestic, and those rabbits had been an utter nuisance, getting into cubbies and...
Winston approached Egilrun Confidential for their maiden meeting. Woe had been in touch since the meeting with Saiore and they had agreed to use the commission of a shield as a cover story for their, now perhaps regular, interactions .
In this thread, Winston makes the thrusters from a Class 4 Saltenrock (Tritonyte) (by combining lesser wells of course) to make thrusters that can project propel a boat/ship.
This effect is part of a larger project, but was approved in...
Galadrius Silverthorn , the administrator of the lab in Willow Tree Hospital, that Winston had been tasked with leading, was done outlining what they had been working on most recently. So that only leaves only the matter of the Holo-coms. He said promptly. The man's no nonsense...
Zana had already arrived several trials before, on the back of her dragonling. In that time, Woe showed her around the town of Egilrun, sites such as the bustling Market and Glass Union's hall were of...
Woe had heard through some of his Scavloristown contacts that there was a person speaking in a strange tongue.] When asked to describe it, they did their best. It was described as a soft spoken language, not the least bit harsh, although the man had been stern, the child was bright and cheerful....
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Egilrun Confidential is a large network of professionals, offering solutions to the problems of clients tailored to their needs. Whether you need a professional cook for a dinner party, or a more permanent resident servant, or a bit of...
Chest
Chests Interior
Joe
Kelpie
Fairy Bell
Chest Map
The Devil on My Shoulder
Curiosity: WHHHHAAAAAT?!
Winston: Dat big white one es very upset.
Curiosity: Yeah, she looks angry as hell.
Winston: No mun,...
A grey armoured arm, hand fisted on an orange background fluttered on the flag above The Unstoppable , proudly and unmarred by the events of the past tentrials. This alone of the ships manned by the Warden's crew and his hired escorts, had stood apart from the others, unharmed by the power...
Woe never imagined he'd be sacrifcing a nel of his hard-earned wealth to benefit a criminal, let alone a band of them. Not when he'd worked as a dungeon guard and torturer in Andaris, and certainly not from any point onward of that. Yet...
The streets were still bustling in the early evening. People milled about. There were less tasks in Egilrun than of most other places, given the limited damage done to its infrastructure, but the power of Egilrun's industries were needed for the repairs across...
Martiya scoffed again. It was so like the Naer, haughty, arrogant, and looking down upon one whom she supposed was a 'mere mortal'. Woe knew very well that Naer were anything but deathless, in spite of the surname she'd assumed, which was a synonym for just that. Undyhing Beauty, Amaranthine. Such...
The iron kettle was whistling away its frantic tune as Gloom appeared at the usually locked opening that led into Woe's inner office at Egilrun Confidential. He was bearing a narrow box, which bore the seal of the Glassblower's Union. Woe looked up from the stove that he'd had installed in his...
Winston entered the shipwright with a raft of papers under his arm and a bright smile on his face. According to the settlers of Sweetsong, Egilrun's ship builders were second to none and offered great deals to those willing to pay them a visit to negotiate.
The Glassblower's Union Hall had a variety of chambers in it, apart from the oft-visited lobby and the spacious work-areas with innumerable crucibles, ovens, and aperatures tasked to the shaping of glass into precise forms. There were many rooms besides that, of course. All of the functional areas...
Woe found himself in his old bed, in Egilrun, in Soraia's house, or what once had been his room within that house. Now he didn't know where Soraia preferred to sleep, but he assumed she'd have taken the master bedroom. Then again, the...
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Egilrun - Soraia's House
He didn't know how much time had passed. In truth, he almost suspected the last few arcs were a dream as he awoke in his old house on the southern outskirts of Egilrun... No, it was Soraia's house now. So what was he doing here? He of...
There was a large oak growing, just outside the orchard behind Woe's longhouse. Today, Woe had made the determination that he would shape it into a sort of house, or shelter for Toutouye. If the boy couldn't, or wouldn't abide the indoors, he could at least make do...
Woe felt the watery displacement almost the very moment that Faith warned him. There was a shift of gravity that lifted straight out of the pit of his belly, disorienting him slightly on his feet. He almost pondered summoning his wings again to take flight off the WIcked...
Clean-up of the streets and digging out of the larger homes that hadn't outright collapsed beneath the weight of snow had already commenced. There were reports of people huddling together beneath the more stable structures, and so when those people were discovered, their casualties...
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