An Order to be filled

[Gawain]

Some time after Gawain's glorious reunion with his wife (funny how that rhymes with life...appropriate is an understatement), Gawain made his way to the forge to speak with his sword-brother. "Yo, Dre! Got a job for ya! Something you'll no doubt have fun with. Money is no object, of course....I need a few weapons crafted. Can you help me?"

[Beastie]

he was standing up front, because of the situation with Kyra. He looked up and saw Gawain. Well will wonders never cease.

"Gawain if you thought I could not you would not be here now." He chuckles. "Welcome to my forge. careful, hate the smell of burning fur."

"Let one of the ladies know what you need. I will get the fires started. By the way, timetable and materials you want them made out of?"

He was pushing Maddie towards the desk to take the order and he stood there waiting.

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline saw Gawain, and smiled. She walked over to him and threw her arms around him and gave him a big hug and a peck on the cheek. "Hey Gawain. Man have I missed you."

Madeline took out her note pad, and a pen. "OK Mr. Cauthon, what can we do for you?

[Gawain]

Gawain gave Maddie a hug, kissing her cheek and smiling. "We need to talk later, kiddo. Short version, your former foster "mom" sent you away while I was incapacitated. I remember Parochial school, and let me tell you, I wouldn't send my worst enemy to one. Those nuns might look old, but those rulers hurt even -my- hands."

After a few moments of conversing, chuckling, and a pat to Maddie's back, Gawain got down to business. "I need three weapons forged. I want them all done in Dwarvish Steel, if at all possible, but Mithril will do if the steel isn't available. I'll be along a little later with the designs, since I'm almost certain you'll have to send out for the supplies." He produced a large, bulging bag from his satchel, and placed it on the counter. He didn't dare hand it to Madeline, because it weighed quite a bit. The bag was full of gold crowns, newly minted in Caemlyn. It was probably pushing seventy-five pounds at the very least. "They say a weapon is only as good as the smith who forged it. I can think of no one I trust more in this world or any other than you, my sword-brother." Another quick peck on Maddie's cheek, and he turned on his booted heel. "I'll be back with those designs as soon as possible, guys. Thanks in advance."

[Gawain]

Gawain was back rather quickly, having found the designs he had sketched a few days earlier almost immediately, which was miraculous for him. "Dre, Maddie, here are the designs. The only thing I want to change about the design of the Claymore is that I want the mark of the Heron on the hilt. I earned the title of Swordsmaster training under the Warders, so why not?" He smiled as he handed the sketches over to them.

[These images are property of someone else. I did not make them, nor did I design them. All thanks to the man who was Madman Mars in the now-classic movie Madman for being such an awesome weapon designer. An IC explanation follows each image. Enjoy!]


"This one is a gift for Airtia. I'm hoping she likes it enough to eventually use it, although it is nowhere near as impressive as Gold and Silver are."



"This is a gift for my daughter, De'Ryanna. No doubt she will know why I chose this design, as well as knowing my intentions of training her in the use of it."



"This one....this one's for me. What can I say, I love the Highland claymores, and the design is sort of my homage to them. That's the one I want the Heron brand on, Dre."

He grinned, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. "If you need anymore gold, just let me know. If there is any extra left from what I already gave you, consider it a gift to both of you for being....you. I value my friends and family, and am honored to call you two both. There is much jiin you both, and the toh is mine to repay for leaving you for so long. Alas, I cannot put on the Gai'shain white, and I'm sure you wouldn't expect it. So, just let me know if you need anything else, and, of course, when they're done. Oh, and don't tell Air or Ryanna. I want to surprise them with their weapons. Also, I would like the grips to be done in the strongest leather you can find that can be kept supple."

As he turned to leave, he looked over his shoulder and grinned. "I missed you guys. Thanks."

[Madeline Cauthon]

Madeline listened to Gawain. She was glad to know it wasn't Gawains fault she had got sent to that awful school. "Thanks Gawain, I needed that, and yes we do need to catch up. I'm working at the bar at the Inn when you have time to stop by sometime."

She then wrtote down Gawains order detail to detail. She chuckled to herself when he mentioned the one for himself. "I'm sure Dre will start on it as soon as he can."

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