Quinten Log 153

Salamandastron: Forge Room

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You are in a fairly large room, the walls rising up around you hewn from

solid rock. In the center stands a colossal object - the forge. Steam is

constantly rising from the forge due to the intense fire burning within.

The typical accessories are set around the perimeter of the forge:

billows, tongs, and a large bucket of cool water. Lining the walls are

finished and unfinished items ranging from great battle-axes to little

forks. A large ventilation shaft is above, raised higher than the rest of

the room to permit the rising heat to escape. Because of the flames the

room is well lit, although quite warm. Over in the corner of the room is

a small pile of raw ore just waiting to be molded into some implement or

another.

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Freddie is already in the room, for once though it seems Greg isn't so Fred's just gone and sat down at one of the work benches, looking rather curiously at a ball of metal on the table.

The door opens and Quint sticks his head inside, "Oh Fred i was expecting Greg to be in here, was going to drag him out for an early lunch."

Freddie blinks and looks over to the door quickly, a smile spreading "Hello Quinten, had a similar idea myself, thinking he might have actually found his way down there himself for once"

Quinten chuckles, "Either that or he's on sentry duty, bet he hates that being stuck on the front door."

Freddie chuckles lightly as well and shakes his head "Oh he does but then don't know many who like sentry duty"

Quinten grins and nods, "Aye i know wot yer mean Fred, anyway how you been? Not seen hide nor tail or you all week."

Freddie grins slightly and looks down, nodding "Well, been very well actually, must just have missed me a lot"

Quinten nods and grins, "Still settling into me new schedule so i've been all over the place."

Freddie smirks "I don't even have much of a schedule right now, not until stop hobbling anyway, don't make much of a runner right now"

Quinten grins adn winks, "Aye tha is saying something when old Mister Ender could outrun ye still ye'll be healed up in no time."

Freddie chuckles and shakes his head once more "Oh dear, now that's one I'd rathah like to be able to out run...just incase of course"

Quinten grins and winks< "Aye he certainly has gone rather odd of late ye know."

Freddie shakes his head still "I haven't really seen him, never really met him before, know about him mostly through Greg, of course Greg was nevah entirely sure how he ended up accepting everything in the end so I'd rathah keep out of his way, specially now"

Quinten nods his head and leans against the door shutting it behind him to cut off the noise of a class of leverets running past. "Well has always been an odd one and rumours i'm hearing is he's done something to upset the Colonel."

Freddie tilts his head "Oh? Hmm, well she's not a good one to upset, hope things are alright, puts a rathah dampener on everything"

Quinten shakes his head and smiles, "Ahhh colonel is find and i am sure they'll work it out, but tis none of our bussiness after all."

Quinten grins at Fred, "This place is full of gossip, so any gossip from you?"

Adding Otter to your permanent watchfor list.

Freddie smirks and shakes his head "Worst gossip of them all you, I don't much like it myself, specially if it's about me or Greg...suppose should tell you though"

Quinten blinks, "tell me wot? yer got gossip about you and Greg? You know i'm not going to spread that about."

Freddie grins "Well, it's not gossip until it's spread about so this isn't gossip, anyway, you remember the day after the promotion, I got out of the infirmary, saw you up on the crater top?"

Quinten nods his head, "Sure i remember we had a chat and then i had to go down to deal with a drunken Flaxpaw in the cellar."

Freddie blinks "A drunken Flaxpaw? Good seasons wot happened? That can't have been too fun"

Quinten grumbles, "Tha idiot Seven got her drunk tha is wot, damn alcoholic vermin pirate that he is." he thumps a footpaw on the ground.

Freddie waves a paw "Calm down now, unless he was forcing it on her he can't be entirely to blame"

Quinten grumbles and nods, "Still he should have known better, but Harp will sort her out." he takes a step forwards and grins, "Now stop distracting me...wot is this about you an Greg?"

Freddie blinks a couple of times before grinning once more "Me distracting you? Was more like you distracting me"

Quinten chuckles and waves a paw, "Ahhh guess yer right, well no more come on spill the beans."

Freddie smirks and shakes his head "Alright, well, Greg turned up..eventually, some pathetic excuse about officers holding him up, anyway, mentioned was worried about him, turns out I had no reason to be and he'd been planning and did indeed give me, erm, this" paw moving to pull a cord out from around his neck, a ring dangling off of it, grin "Can't wear it of course, gesture which counts though"

Quinten stares at the ring and then suddenly hugs Fred tightly, "Oh Fred tha is great....he actually gave ye a ring? did he propose too?"

Freddie eeps at the hug and laughs a little "Oh yes, one knee and all, it was terribly embarrassing, I'm glad no one else saw it but happy he did it...apparently went and sneaked about making the ring behind my back as well"

Quinten laughs and releases the buck and smiles, "Well i'm happy for you Fred...for you both tha is great news...man so" he winks, "When you doing it?"

Freddie smirks "Doing wot? This is as far as can go really"

Quinten waves a paw, "I won't hear of it, got to have secret moonlight service now make it all official."

Freddie chuckles and shakes his head "That would involve having someone who could perform the ceremony and there is no one in all the western lands with the power to do that who would marry two bucks...come on Quinten, we know it's true, it's really just a ceremony...doesn't matter all that much does it?"

Quinten grins now and widely and waves a paw under Fred's nose, "Go south then remember when i said i'd try to find someplace for Greg to get some extra study in? Well try Southsward good smiths down that way."

Freddie raises a brow "It's not like Southsward would be much different...besides, I somehow don't think the colonel would be so keen on us disappearing off to Southsward and I certainly don't think she'd agree with it" smirky smirk.

Quinten laughs and winks back, "Don't have to tell her yer off to get hitched ya know, taking a hiatus from patrol for training purposes an all that. Not a couple until yer wed."

Freddie folds his arms and leans back against the table "Quinten...there's enough old rumors about us that someone would know something, it's just not a good idea yet, we've only just got to private, perhaps once we're gone...for good, it'd be possible to think about it but right now, it just draws attention"

Quinten waves a paw and nods, "Arrr ye right sadly...still i hope ye don'tt get caught out for seasons to come, won't be the same if the Colonel throws you both out."

Freddie shrugs and smiles lightly "Well I hope we'll be here for a while yet too, lasted longer than some anyway"

Quinten nods his head, "aye that you have did ye see me life at sala?"

Freddie pauses in thought for a moment before he starts to nod "Yes, believe I did, one of the chaps in the rec room handed over the newest one when they'd finished with it"

Quinten nods his head and sighs sadly, "I said me proper goodbye to Vic in there,"

Freddie grimaces a little "I hope his parents didn't know that or I'd worry, always sad to loose good beasts"

Quinten nods his head, "I made sure to let em know first thing... he was a good buck you know."

Freddie nods a little "I'm sure he was, I wouldn't wish death on anyone"

Quinten nods and sighs, "Neither would i...damn vermin."

Freddie nods as well and glances to the forge "From the sounds of things of wot happened at the feast the vermin would get wot's coming to them and more"

Quinten nods his head and growls, "Aye and we'll track down the rest of em too."

Freddie twitches his ears at the growling "Calm down Quinten, getting mad won't do anything"

Quinten sighs and nods his head, "aye your right...sorry Fred just makes me so mad."

Freddie shrugs and looks to the door with a small sigh "Well it's up to the officahs to decide wot to do and then you lot follow the ordahs"

Quinten nods his head, "I know that Fred, just makes me angry sitting around the mountain when our young ones are missing.

Freddie leans forwards to aim a light pat at Quinten's shoulder "We're not sitting around, we're recovering so can be at our best to get them back"

Quinten nods his head and smiles, "Aye that is true."

Tranbuck enters the room and walks over to the pile of ore without a word. He looks through the pile to find a suitable piece, eyes flashing quickly over the pieces. Finding a lump of ore that he likes, he picks it up and trots quickly to the forge. Tran selects a hammer and pair of tongs and fills a bucket with water. He picks up the lump of metal he took with the tongs and holds it in the furnace.

A couple of minutes later and Greg appears in the room snacking on a biscuit, a glance going to the beast over by the forge "Hmm, aftahnoon"

Tranbuck snaps his head up, startled, coaxing a series of cracks from his neck. Hm? Gd aftahnoon t you as well. He says, lifting the sufficiently softened lump of ore from the forge, then setting it on an anvil. He then hefts the large smelting hammer in his free paw and swings it onto the ore, creating a shower of sparks.

Gregorian stands to watch for a moment and finishes his biscuit, brushing crumbs off his paws as he makes his way over towards Tranbuck "Not seen yah in here before, makin' something in particulah?"

Tranbuck stops hammering and looks back toward Greg. Oh, my sabre snapped clean in half yesterday an Ahm makin another one. He says with a shrug, then starts hammering the ore again.

The forge door opens and Quinten walks in, he looks around at the two bucks and raises a paw to them both. "Hey you two."

Gregorian huhs and keeps out of Tranbuck's way "Bit of misfortune there, wot were yah doin' with it?" he asks before Quinten appears and he looks to the door, an ear waggling in his direction "Aftahnoon"

'Ah think one o' th' leverets mahght 'ave been foolin' around with it, 'cos Ah woke up yestahday an' 'twas gone. This mornin' th' two 'alves were on mah bed.' Tranbuck relates to Greg. S no matter.' He then waves an ear to Quinten and goes back to his work, pounding relentlessly on the now rapidly cooling 'sword'.

Quinten peers at what Tranbuck is working on and smiles, "I'm surprised you even know how to do that Tran, i don't have a clue about metal work meself."

Gregorian smirks "It's an art Quint, need tah learn it though" he glances back to Tranbuck "Leverets, tut tut, oldah than ones the vermin took maybe, like tah know how they managed tah break a sword"

Tranbuck examines the steel he is working on, which is starting to take shape as a sword now. He takes it in the tong again and puts it back into the furnace, the metal now too cold to work with. 'Ah'd like ta know how they did it, but Ah'm probahbly nevah goin' to find out.' He remarks to Greg.

Peers at the sword and shakes his head, "Not me...i am under no obligation to learn the forge, i'd be no good at it, i've got a scholars paws. You got their names Tran? Should report em."

Gregorian raises a brow "Scholahs paws? Not ink covahed enough for that yet, besides, nevah

know would be no good until yah try" he glances back to Tranbuck "Hmm, can always make this sword strongah"

Tranbuck shrugs. "Ah've got no ahdea who did it.'

Quinten eyes Greg and smirks, "Your not gonna get me touching that forge greg, so gibe over"

Gregorian chuckles "No I suppose yah best keep away from it, might break somethin' then myself or one of the othah forge hares would have tah fix it"

Quinten grins at Greg, "Aye same goes for tha library you'll probably try an use the books for a forge fire."

Tranbuck removes the 'sword' from the forge and starts hammering again, with renewed vigour.

Gregorian smirks at Quinten "Unlike yah and the forge I know how tah use a library" he says before looking back to Tran "Least someone else knows how tah use this place..hmm, I need tah work on swords a bit more, so many kinds"

Quinten peers at the sword Tran is working on and nods, "It looks quite good...see i'd never be able to do that"

Tranbuck looks at the almost finished blade and grins at his work. Then he turns to the other two hares. 'Do eithah of you need anythin' made?' He asks.

Quinten smiles, "Well reason i came in here was to place an order for three dozen steel tips for new quill pens."

Gregorian hmms and looks at the blade "Yah know if yah beat the metal out and fold it a good numbah of times will make it strongah, gets rid of impurities and nothin' for me, I work in here a lot too, made me own hammahs" pride in those hammers.

Quinten rolls his eyes at mention of those hammers and grins, "So either of you think your up to something as delicate as pen nibs?

Tranbuck smiles at the hares, then turns to look at Quinten. 'Ah figure I could do some, 'though 'twould take quite a while.

Gregorian chuckles lightly "As could I, would rathah think little fiddly things like that would do out of a cast, could do a bunch at a time, keep the cast for the future, tis not somethin' I've had much practice in though" he glances to Tran "Yah know anything about that sort of thing?"

Quinten grins at the two forge hares and sits on a stool, "Well i leave it in your capable paws."

Tranbuck thinks for a moment, then says to Quinten. Twould take about a fortnight to make the entire order, s'that fast enough?'

Gregorian shrugs as he doesn't get an answer and moves to settle back and lean against one of the work benches.

Quinten smiles at Greg and sighs, "Two weeks is no good at all, last time we ordered some they were done in a few days."

Tranbuck gives Quinten an apologizing look and says, 'Well, Th' quickest Ah could get them in would be abou' six days. 'Twould be a fortnight with everythin' else Ahve got ta do. Ah'm very busy right now.'

Gregorian frowns faintly "More than one forge beast about, more than two even, can always leave them tah a novice like me and get on with yah othah stuff"

Quinten looks from Tran to Greg and shakes his head, "Greg, Tran is the same age as yourself."

Tranbuck finishes the last few pounds on the blade and dunks the blade in the bucket of water to harden it. He then takes a handle he had made earlier and set it with the blade while he gets asmall piece of ore from the pile to help seal the two together.

Gregorian sighs faintly "Right Quinten, well, I'll just get tah work and get those quill nibs done so long as someone doesn't mind that" glance shot at Tran as he gets up.

You say, "Thanks Greg i'll leave you too it but i got to get back to the Library." he waves and ducks out of the forge room"

- Change Scene

Western Shore

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A sea of sand surrounds the magnificent mountain now to your side. The golden sand is flat and hard, easy to walk on. You stand directly between the volcano and the sea. The refreshing sea spray tickles your face as a tropical wind from off the sea whisks it in your direction. The serene roar of the blue-green waves and perhaps the call of a distant gull are typically all that can be heard.

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As things in the mountain return more and more to normal, abandoned routines have been resumed. Among these routines is Taye's daily run, which he is either just starting or just returning from. Either way, he is bent double and appears from all indications to be doing stretches. Toe-touches, it looks like.

For his own random reasons, Seven is sitting on the shore within the deeper sand so that his footpaws sink into it. He watches Taye as he stretches, though almost in a disinterested fashion with both ears cocked backward.

A figure comes into sight just up the shore jogging along lightly, skipping sideways into the surf and out again, laughing hapiply to himself as he plays with the ocean, dodging waves, he spots the other two hares in the distance and Quinten turns towards them.

Flaxpaw is making her way from the mountain down to the beach noisily, her off-key humming announcing her presence long before she is seen. Matter of fact, any vermin on the shore would know exactly where to find the doe as well as any other hares out here. She seems to be having quite a pleasant time of it, kicking up sand with her bare foot-paws as she walks.

Well, Taye certainly notices her. She is, after all, hard to miss. He straightens up from his stretching, brow furrowed as he turns his eyes to the doe. Hum. He raises a paw in greeting, starting toward her. "'Llo!" he greets.

Quinten slides to a halt next to Seven and raises a paw, "Howdy Seven, nice day for a run on the shore don't you think." He grins over at Flax and Taye and waves to them both as well.

Flaxpaw breaks into a light jog when she sees Taye, Sev not noticed quite yet as he /is/ sitting. "Hey, Taye!" She greets happily. /Then/ she notices Quint and Seven. She stops sort of suddenly, and kinda blinks, then waves at Sev more than Quinten, though.. he could take it as a wave to him as well....

Oh, hey, who's she waving to? Taye looks around, then, and /finally/ notices them. It is Sev first, who gets a rather sudden grin, and then Quinten, who gets the continuation of the other grin. "... Guess we all kinda had the same thought, huh?"

"Same though', nay. I've been 'ere fer a while." The sniper lounges back further, resting on his elbows. Flax's wave is returned as a nod of greeting, before Seven looks up to Quint, ears perking with curiosity, then laying back again as before.

Terrance comes out from the sea, about 30 yards downshore from the others. The hare shakes off the extra moisture from his fur before going to plop next to where his shirt is. Looking around a bit, he then notices the two groups upshore. Picking up his shirt, the /private/ gets up and starts walking over to them, glancing out to sea as he takes his time getting there

Quinten laughs and nods to Taye flopping down into the sand and grinning, "Oh aye, it was just too nice out here to stay cooped up inside. I had some free time so i decided to hit the shore for a run."

Flaxpaw grins at Taye, her attention mostly focused on him as he /is/ the nearest buck and all. "Yeah, the same idea, to go splash in the surf.... 's nice to be back near the ocean."

Taye returns Flax's grin, closing the rest of the distance between her and himself. He looks toward the water, then, and chuckles. "Well, I wasn't /'xactly/ plannin' on splashin' in the surf, but m'always up fer a swim."

"The water feels pretty good" Terr anounces as he comes up to Flax and Taye, having overheard. "Nice break from the summer heat, wot wot."

Seven is fairly silent, just listening to all of the others speak about the surf and how good it feels outside. He doesn't need to be told this or tell about this, as he figures they would all know.. truly they are all outside aren't they? Finally he starts to get up, to wander closer to the sea.

Quinten laughs and grins at Terr, "That recomendation will do me just fine." He bounds back up and dashes past Seven to meet the first crashing wave with a whoop going to try and leap over it.

Oh, what the heck. With a grin and a shrug, Taye accepts the offered paw, allowing himself to be towed forward by the doe. He starts unbuttoning his uniform tunic as he goes, shaking his head and looking amused. "Well, s'pose a swim amounts t' exercise same as runnin', eh?"

Terrance chuckles as Taye gets towed off, surprised at who's doing the towing though. "Better exercise actually chap. Works all the muscles, not just the legs" he responds, tossing down his shirt above the tide line again before trotting to the water line, diving over a crest as he reaches it.

Quinten chuckles softly and races back out of the water to toss down his own tunic and shirt, once that is done he turns back and goes to charge into the water witha whoop.

As Quinten dashes past him, Sev seems a little unhappy about being nearly collided with, before turning fully around and starting back the way he came. Once more he plops down into the sand and watches as they all head for the water, just kind of treating it as entertainment - perhaps, or he's just keeping watch.

Flaxpaw giggles at Taye. "Oh! you wanted to run, didja?" Still holding tight to his paw, she breaks into a run, maybe not fast for the runner she's got hold of, but a fairly brisk pace nonetheless, intending to pull him jogging right up to their knees in the ocean.

Boggly eyes! O.o! Taye looks surprised, but with a burst of laughter he goes along with, doing that funny looking leg-lifting, sloshing run thing once they've hit the water. So much for taking off his tunic ahead of time, let alone rolling up his pants. They're a casualty of war, now. Weep. He turns a somewhat breathless grin back Seven's way, and gestures him in, "C'mon, Sev! Jump on in! Watah's great!" A second passes, and a rather sudden shudder trails up his spine. Dichotomy of the temperatures, and all. He snickers. "Okay, well, it's bloody /cold/, but it's actually quite nice compared t' usual." Mm-hm. He grins.

Quinten has struck out from the shore a ways and is swimming in slow but powerful circles enjoying himself immensly and just getting in a really good swim

Terrance will take bloody cold. After swimming out a little ways, the hare floats on his back, paws clasped behind his head with eyes closed as the surf starts to take him back to the shore

- End Log