Forge Three - (Audio/Action)

[bullhorned]

Bloody fairies never manage to get things right, do they?

[Like many, Gendry received his boon two days ago, but he hasn't gotten any closer to making proper use of it. Oh sure, walking back and forth through a set of mirrors is a jolly experience, but it's a pain in the ass if they're both in the same room. Though he won't deny he did have a bit of fun setting them across each other and walking through the portal over and over. But! That's not what he'd wanted!]

Seems if you want something decent, you've got to be specific. Seven hells... [He has no choice! He must do the unthinkable:] Stiles, you still about?

[Yes. He must ask STILES for help. That most dreaded of occurrences! Sure, there might be other people who could teleport him from Cothromach to Troichean Beinn in a blink of the eye. But those are other people and Gendry's faith in other people is roughly equivalent to his faith in this war ending amicably. If he's called a suspicious bastard, then it is a one hundred perfect accurate description of him.

But the locket is still in his hand and he realizes he's addressing both courts at large. Damn.]

... just, be careful about your boons, eh? The fairies like to be stingy, if you let them. [There. He's done the community at large a favor.]


[At the Cothromach]

backdated to 26th
When Gendry wasn't in his room messing about with a set of magic mirrors, he was hard at work at one of the forges. Though he wasn't officially apprenticing at any of the shops, one of the master smiths had agreed to hire Gendry on while he was in the city. So that meant keeping busy as he hammered tirelessly at some new sword. His Shard ached as he drew on its power to give superhuman blows. It was hard work and the sword wouldn't even be his, but he now knew enough about dwarven magic that he could finally give his uncle a good and strong sword. This is what he'd been doing ever since the battle had ended and he'd at last turned his work to other projects. This item was now nearly done and by evening, after he'd honed it to a razor's edge, he would find his uncle's home in the Cothromach to come knocking.

27th
After his message on the lockets, Gendry left to be at his normal routine. He was living in the Keeper's tower now and so he would eat his first and last meals of the day there. Other hours would see him in the market, working at one of the forges earning his wages by small commissions of tools or shoeing horses. Hardly work for an apprentice of Bordan Gret, but he did not seem to mind this simpler work. For those looking to find him or simply anyone in the city looking for goods, he was an easy man to find. His grumbling about boons aside, he was in as good a mood as he could be expected to be in.

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[bullhorned]

A means to travel from one side of this land to the other. Instead, I can cross the space of my bedroom instead.

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[survivra]

At least you won't have to go so far to dress in the morning. Did they give you a pair of shoes?

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[bullhorned]

No, though I ought to have asked, eh? I feel my feet will fall out of these boots I have any day now.

[Sure, he could BUY new boots. But that's what rich people do.]

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[survivra]

Might be good for your feet to toughen them up—you're not stumbling around in any forests.

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[bullhorned]

My feet have done more than toughen them up. They'd beat the bloody hell out of them.

[These are the same boots he marched out of King's Landing with, walked to the Riverlands in, spent months smithing and fighting in, until he arrived in the Drabwurld to go from Caer Scima to the Cothromach, to the Shipyard Ring all the way to Troichean Beinn.]

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[survivra]

I'll keep a mind not to anger your feet, then, though I'm sure I'd be a match in a pinch. [ a grin ] Maybe they're just protecting the more useful gifts.

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[bullhorned]

Aye, most like they've got an entire vault filled with boots.

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[survivra]

If all we were fighting over were shoes, we'd only need to bring my maid Helda along, and she'd win them for you singlehandedly.

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[bullhorned]

She have a thing for shoes, this maid of yours? [He sounds a bit sour now, if only because the reminder of Katsa's station is something he is less than thrilled about, even if he has grudgingly come to like her anyway.]

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[survivra]

[ katsa fails to notice gendry's souring tone and barrels on. her own is fond, despite what she's saying. ]

Dresses, shoes. Just as well. She finds it unthinkable that any woman wouldn't care for them.

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[bullhorned]

I knew plenty of women without shoes at all. Would've made your Helga go mad.

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[survivra]

She'd have taken a personal interest in making sure they could all be properly dressed, I'm sure.

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[bullhorned]

She must be a wealthy maid, this Helga of yours.

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[survivra]

Helda. [ the correction is offhand as katsa shrugs ] I suppose. She looks after Queen Bitterblue in Monsea now, because Bitterblue needs her far more than I do. But I don't think she does it for wealth.

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[bullhorned]

Queen... Bitterblue?

[Hold on a second. There can be lords and lands he's not heard of before - but a queen? That doesn't seem quite right.]

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[survivra]

Perhaps she wasn't yet queen when you left. You wouldn't be the first for that. [ could Leck's Grace extend so far across worlds? maybe she'd have to continue this carefully ] King Leck is her father. Was.

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[bullhorned]

King... Leck? The last king was my own father, King Robert.

[Maybe, just maybe, she's not from home like he thought.]

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[survivra]

[ frown ]

Over which country was he king? That's none of the kings currently on the thrones of any of the seven...

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[bullhorned]

Which one? All of them. All seven kingdoms.

[Long ago, the kingdoms had their own kings. But Gendry was only vaguely aware of this notion, as he himself was not highly educated on that point. But what mattered was now and her now seemed very unlike his own.]

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[survivra]

......What? Surely not. Surely that's not possible. It's true at least that the mainland kingdoms all descend from one royal family, but the Lienid at least are strange and isolated enough never to—all seven? Since when?

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[bullhorned]

Gods, I don't know. A hundred years? Three maybe? Ever since Aegon the Conqueror came and took it all over with his dragons.

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[survivra]

Dragons.

[ ... ]

Gendry. I don't think our seven kingdoms are the same.

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[bullhorned]

You mean to say there's some other seven kingdoms?

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[survivra]

I don't know. Unless there's some explanation I'm missing or we're so far apart for time, but I've not heard of dragons existing anywhere on land or sea.

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[bullhorned]

They're all dead in my time. For some hundred years. [For a further history lesson, he had none.]