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« on: January 23, 2019, 08:26:59 pm »
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Detlas will make sure that he makes the time to go with Shredder to the museum whenever the hobgoblin says so. While he has very little experience with these things, he assumes that it can't be too different from official events and various ceremonies back in the army. So on this day, he'll wash up, and take some time to go to an actual barber to get a clean shave, and trimmed hair. By the end of it, he'll hopefully look proper. But he'll probably never shake that unmistakable military look.
Day 1
Just after landing, dropping his things off, and retrieving his cash, Detlas makes a beeline to the Tradefair Market. He spends the day searching for a good clothing merchant, and uses Shredder’s exact words as he tells them “I want to attend a fundraiser at the Brelish Museum.”
Day 2
The ex-officer is always haunted by the memories of war. But recently, they’ve been of a less terrible nature. Dreams of when he was a child around 15. When instead of fighting for life and limb on the front lines, he acted as a young assistant, shunted around to help where it was needed. Much of the time was at the smithies. He learned there, and saw tools of war made day in and day out. Fond memories. Maybe just because of how everything else was.
He goes to Lower Northedge, and rents out a forge. He spends the rest of the day working on his first project. A weapon that he’s quite fond of, something that’s saved his life countless times. A trench axe. It looks like a tool shed and armory had a bastard child. With the blade of a battleaxe, the head of a hoe, and a spearhead jutting out of the top, it's likely a unique thing for those who don't have some knowledge about such things. It was made during the war, and saw immense use and popularity, especially among the infantry in the trenches. The blade could be used for cutting and chopping, the hoe for digging, and the spike for fighting in confined areas where wide strikes aren’t viable.
Renting a day at the forge and buying the materials needed end up costing Jundar 7.95 Gallifars.
In spending his time out there, he also takes in the area. Lower class, certainly. But it appeals to him. Almost reminds him of home, the few times he went back.
He decides to move from the guildhouse down to one of the boarding houses in the district, and from one Gallifar a day, to one Gallifar a week, and from comfortable to modest. Not that it bothers him. To him, a “modest” lifestyle is luxurious compared to his life in the military and nearly a decade on that rock.
Days 3-29
With his memories and skills reignited by the flames of the forge, a certain sense of pride (or perhaps it's relief over having SOMETHING to do) comes over Detlas. It’s very brief. But knowing that this weapon will help him in his next fight is...good.
His dreams are now hounded by thoughts of death. An armored trooper like he had some of the best protection you could get on this plane. That was what saved him from the blast, no doubt. Now it’s gone. It’s like his skin is gone. And he’s only felt this defenselessness starting now, since there was nothing to fight on the rock.
The man quickly draws up a set of diagrams of his old specialist armor. Expensive, arduous, and so on. He spends most of his free money on this thing, and spends almost an entire month obsessively working on it at the Arcanoforges in the Middle Menthis Spire, hiring a full team to help him.
Between this and his brutal training regimen, the man falls asleep nearly the moment he gets home.
[Jundar’s old war armor - 27/54 days 348.47/1601 Gallifars]
