Young Armorer [Armor Crafting]
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Ardyn
Master Fighter (250)
Master Hunter (240)
Knight
Bloodletter
6 Years
Male
1046
BrienaSkysong
| Ardyn Cadeyrn Aodhán Phoenix Adravendi |
The large, tall black boy padded through the mouth of the cave and into the ravine, supplies on his back. With help from his mother, father and Cairo, he’d picked out a bison leather roll, and in his teeth, he carried a large bundle of crafting supplies, everything he’d need for making his first set of real armor. There were even sealed pots of dyes and a beeswax leather conditioner Paladin had cooked up.
It was a bright, sunny day, even if the nip of autumn had settled in and stuck by now, often riming the world in a frost each night that it wasn’t raining. The gentler parts of the stream froze over, just a little, before the day melted the ice and set the canvas for a fresh freeze the next time a really cold night struck.
He’d have plenty of light for his project, and he found a nice spot out in the plains, at the meeting stone with the two oaks, one dead, one growing tall and strong. Spreading out his supplies, he sat and looked at the leather and marking stick, tongue poking from between his teeth in thought. He knew he wanted something like what Cairo’s had before it got eaten. It wouldn’t be anything special, because he had no doubt that he’d outgrow it in no time.
Cairo had made patterns on boar-skins, and Ardyn had borrowed them to look at. They were labeled clearly in the Valhallan script, runic writing Aurielle had been drilling into his and his siblings’ heads from the moment it was set in stone. Their mother planned to have a whole Circle based on writing and scribework, and those wolves would likely work very closely with the Messenger’s Circle, if not running in both.
Ardyn studied the patterns for the segmented parts closely, then pulled a leather string from the supplies, calling to Lyr for help. " Lyr, an bhféadfá cabhrú liom tomhas timpeall mo bhrollach anseo?"
He held the end of the string with one paw, fingers clinging to the end as he reached his foreleg around his front to his press the string to his opposite side as the raven worked it around his middle. For anyone coming up on the sight, it probably would look ridiculous.
Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think |
Ardyn at first glance is as black as can be imagined with a raven sheen.
Closer inspection proves that he shimmers in fire tones in every hair on his hide right down to his lashes.
More obviously, he glows like a bed of coals and flames with every movement and brush of fur. His tail is usually wagging, so blazes like a torch.
His adult teeth are in and his saber canines have grown to their full length (see profile). His mane and tail hair have grown to full length, as well as being lightweight and easily buffeted by breezes.
A look at his front paws will give the impression of hands, with his dew claw dropped low and lengthened into a functioning thumb, and his toes elongated into fingers. He has retractable, solid black cat-like claws on every paw.
Ardyn has developed a glowing mast of intricate markings in fire and ice colors over his face, symmetrical over the last seasons of Year 17 (see profile for details). During hunts or raids/sieges, he will smudge them out with black soot to cover the glow, otherwise, they are bright enough to note at first direct glance at his face. Not all his artwork currently portrays the mask markings.
He is also often bedecked in beads, small bells, feathers in blues, ribbons and braids thanks to the Ooze Event of Halloween 2021, and the Coathanger item that he got. The accessories generally are seen most in his mane and tail hair. He removes the brighter items and bells for hunts or battle.