𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝓃𝓋𝒾𝓁

[SomeSanity]

"Greetings, people of Vaelyn! My name is Lucian Aurelianus, the newest blacksmith in town, and I’m thrilled to announce the opening of my forge—The Red Anvil! I invite every one of you, from seasoned warriors to humble farmers, to visit my workshop and discover the finest weaponry and armor you’ll find in this city.

At The Red Anvil, I forge every piece with precision, skill, and a touch of style, ensuring that each weapon isn’t just battle-ready but crafted to be something you’ll wield with pride. And yes, I believe in fairness—I’m more than willing to negotiate prices, because in these trying times, everyone deserves the right to quality defense. Rest assured, these are no ordinary wares; each blade, shield, and set of armor is created to stand strong and look even stronger.

But that’s not all, folks! I have the privilege of imbuing my creations with a touch of magic. Thanks to my special hammer, a powerful tool that allows me to add certain... let’s say, enhancements, I can forge weapons with unique qualities that you'll love!

So, if you’re looking for something exceptional, come on down to The Red Anvil, right here in the heart of of the Quint district! Whether you’re ready to place an order or just curious about the craft, I welcome all. Let’s meet, talk, and see what we can forge together. Your next weapon awaits!"

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Each poster is proudly signed at the bottom:
Lucian Aurelianus
Master Blacksmith
The Red Anvil, Eaves 4
Vaelyn​

 

[cafekharel]

"Huh." Dionysius muttered some nonsense under his breath as he read the poster. "The red-head is a smith?" He blinked. "A heretic smith... wait, is he a heretic?" He glanced around, but realised the other Knights had wandered off. "Guess it's time to inquire."

 

[Raphyol]

A hum escaping the man carrying along the streets, his eye catching thhe poster of the smithy "Grandious, another man to discuss the arts of steel." before treading on amidst the flowery smell left by the streets. "Might give it a visit soon." before he then drew out of eyesight amidst the filled market.

 

[SerMordryd]

A broad-shouldered man walked down the winding streets of Vaelyn, his dark robes hanging in loose layers, with a faint cobalt glint running through his thick hair. His pace slowed when he noticed a newly built forge, the freshly painted sign above it reading "The Red Anvil." He squinted at it, his pale eyes narrowing slightly, a flicker of curiosity breaking through his otherwise composed look. Clicking his tongue, he muttered with a hint of amusement, "Wonder if the smith needs a partner... or wouldn’t mind me using the forge now and then." With a lazy shrug, he slipped his hands back into his pockets, the faintly glowing orb hovering near his shoulder as he headed toward the building, the thought lingering in his mind.