Ame Damnee Craftsmen's and Artisan's Guilds

Kian

Kian

Humanity's Stargazer
Located near the marketplace/forum, rather conveniently, the guilds of artisans and craftsmen are located in their own district, along with their own individual means of production, such as the blacksmith, sawmill, woodworker's, or even the jeweler. Raw materials and goods flow evenly through the district with maximum efficiency at the hands of apprentice learners and standard workers as signs point the way to the specialized expert. The heart of production churns with clanks and whirrs of the machinery powered by the nearby river that runs through the city. Processed and manufactured goods proceed towards the marketplace and payment for goods stream back. Once again, the process repeats. A cog in the greater machine of New Eden.
 
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Rhiannon - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden


The shades were drawn over the window of the front door of the tiny shop that sat between others. It didn’t stand out too much nor did it try hard to be unnoticeable. The two front windows were used as displays to show examples of the wares found within. The display to the left was of a man’s formal wear complete with a top hat. To the right a woman’s. Each complemented each other elegantly without matching. A few smaller things --hairpins, combs, and jewelry-- was displayed on small racks and thing around the floor of the window shelves.


In the well lit interior a woman worked at finishing the final touches on a vest she was making. A trim of fur framed the lapels and the upper edge of the pocket. Brass buttons had been used to complement the rustic red of the fabric. Smiling she stepped back to look over her fine work. She was sure her friend would like it she mused as she tucked a bit of her blond hair behind her ear. She wore it in a long braid today. Putting her needles away she caught a glance of herself in the tri fold full length mirrors that sat on the other side of the room.


She didn’t look bad she supposed at least not starved or tired. Her dark blue dress accented her long waist and lovely figure. The edge of the corset was decorated with a black fur as was the top and edge of the sleeves that held tight at her wrists. She smoothed the skirt a little before finishing to put her things away so she could open shop soon.
 
Brutus Magnolia- Rushing through the Eden District

He was late. That's all the large man could think to himself as he rushed through the streets of the Eden district. He was supposed to meet Rhiannon in her shop about half an hour ago so she could get started working on the new material he's bringing her before the funeral. Slung over his shoulder was the pelt of a bear, one he had killed in the later hours yesterday. He'd been delayed that day due to the procession of the dead Wardens from Oblitus and didn't want to get caught in his true form.

As the Lycan came to his good friend's door, he knocked hurriedly. "Rhiannon?" He yelled, hoping she would hear him "It's Brutus, sorry I'm late. Damn procession had me hunting late last night."
 
Rhiannon - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden


The lovely blonde twisted with a startled yelp as she heard the rapid knocking on her front door. She rushed over at the sound of Brutus’s voice. Snapping the lock she pulled open the large door and ushered the male in before quickly glancing up and down the ever brightening streets then gently closing the door and returning it to its locked state.


“There were many?” She asked as she lead the way towards the back of the main room to the back, which had a cloth and bead curtain over the doorway. She held it open with her arm so the male didn’t get any of the pelt’s fur caught in the beads, “You did well,” She murmured as she examined the quality. Honestly she hadn’t ever seen a bad pelt from the Lycan. The vampire mused over flesh side once she had it making sure no fats, flesh or blood was to be found there.
 
Brutus - Seamstress shop, District of Eden

The burly wolf beamed with pride at the Vampires compliment, "Ah, it was nothing, roughest part was findin' the damn beast. You know how hard it is to find an actual bear in Oblitus these days?" His tone then took on a more sober disposition as he leaned against the wall. "As for your question, I never really got a good look. Far as I could tell, the number matched a whole company. I did manage to see one of the bodies though, gruesome stuff. Whatever did that to them, it's got some powerful abilities. I'd be on your guard when you go out to hunt at night."

Even now Brutus couldn't help but smirk when imagining Rhiannon hunting, you'd never think the woman could actually hunt by looking at her, she looked way too damn good for that, but that was her genius at work, and that's where Brutus underestimated her during their first encounter. As he shook off the reverie, he took in Rhiannon's outfit of choice for the day. "You're looking fine as always."
 
Rhiannon - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden


She found the pelt to be in tip-top shape except for a few thin spots where the skin had been scrapped a bit too hard, “Lighter strokes next time,” She told him pointing to one of the offenders. The skin looked similar to a sheet of tracing paper while around it was a creamy white, “It’s best when skinning in a hurry,” She had been doing it herself for so long that having someone else do it for her meant she was a bit more picky at how it was done.


The comment about her outfit caused her to looked at the wolf man again, “You should change,” She told him with a piercing of her lush red lips. Moving back to the other room she fetched the vest along with other articles she had made for him. Returning she put them on the sketch table and moved back to the other room to give him privacy.


His compliments always made her heart race a bit even though it had little need to beat in her normally cold chest. She found the spare pair of shoes he left at her shop and set them by the doorway then went about looking things over to make sure they were perfect.
 
Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden

"Yeah, Yeah, gotta look presentable and all that." He griped but Rhiannon had a knack for making clothing that not only made Brutus look somewhat civilized, but were also comfy to wear. She truly was a talented seamstress. He removed his clothes with the exception of his signature necklace and put on the monkey suit his friend had left for him. He observed his appearance in the mirror, the brass buttons matched his necklace and the red vest matched well with his black hair. If he didn't know any better he'd think he was a vampire, which makes sense considering.

As he exited the room, he caught the woman inspecting his form. "Does it look as good as it feels?"
 
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Rhiannon - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden


Turning around the vampired glanced over the male with a careful studying look. Moving over gracefully she tugged at the already perfect lapels just to make sure the were good. Then stepping behind him she looked over the collar of his shirt to make sure it was tastefully only peeking out from under the vest.. She had designed the shirt to part slightly at the neck like a tunic with the sleeves being more of the fitting buttoned cuff sort. As she stepped around to the front she gave him a smile, “Perfect.”


She pointed to the shoe near the doorway, “Those should work well.”
 
Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden

Looking where she pointed he walked over and put on the dress shoes. The one thing that Rhiannon couldn't make comfortable even with all her magic were shoes. His boots were at least worn after years of hunting so they fit his feet perfectly, these just crowded around pushing his toes in. His first blister was because of Rhiannon sticking him in shoes like those.

To express his frustration, and mostly to tease Rhiannon, he tugged at his lapels to mess them up a little bit. Giving her a cheeky grin he opened the front door for her. "Wanna get going?"
 
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Rhiannon - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden


The vampire’s eyes flashed red as she glared daggers at the male, “I will drain you dry. Don’t do that to the fur,” She grabbed her purse and a parasol that matched her dress then slipped past the male’s large frame, “Honestly what do you expect with rabbit fur? It’s not meant to be abused.”


Her shoes clipped softly on the stones. Something she had forced herself to do. Her dark blue eyes glanced about trying to determine if any one she knew was headed to the funeral yet as well.
 
Ryuna, District of Eden


Her mind was torturing her by not giving her the answers she sought from it. A sigh escaped from her as she kept a half a step behind Rythe. She wasn’t paying much mind to where they were going at this point. Seeing a couple walk by out of the corner of her eyes caused her to glance up and blink at where they were.


Her golden eyes widened behind her veil, “WAH?!” She cried out sharply in excitement, “This is the way to Master at all!”


The youkai was panicking at this point. She could just imagine how pissed her master would be if they arrived tarty, “We have to go to the wall!” She cried scurrying around in front of the Ethereal, “Don’t you understand we are going the wrong damn way!”
 
Rythe stopped, looking blankly at her. Blandly, he spoke, "Taking into account that your master can probably appear wherever he wanted to in the city, I oddly don't think he's in a rush to talk with me."
He blinked for a moment before continuing in his original direction, "Plus, who ever said we weren't heading to the wall? It's all about the journey."
Quietly, he chuckled to himself, touring around the guilds and watching them work, moving slowly through the district. Messing with people is indeed entertaining... He made a mental note, thanking Ryuna for the thought.
 
Ryuna, District of Eden


The kitsune wasn’t happy about being the one who was having her tails yanked on so to speak. She pouted slightly before they passed by the smith’s shop which made her move closer to the fire only to blink down at the blaze. It wasn’t like her fire but she was sure it was hot like her’s. The various weapons caught her attention as well. She let her fingers trail over one of the long swords. It wasn’t like her. None of them were and it saddened her. She truly felt alone as a species at times.


Quickly she hurried out of the shop and back onto the street. Ryuna only wanted to belong in the world. She knew her master needed and made her a place to be but it seemed something was missing. “What’s wrong with me?”
 
Rythe placed a hand on Ryuna's head from behind her, ruffling her hair slightly, after seemingly appearing from nowhere. He tossed a tired look towards the long sword sitting in the smithery, sympathizing with the kitsune. He moved his hand down, placing it on her shoulder, reassuring her that she wasn't alone in her situation. Pulling down his mask, he bitterly smiled before dragging her off towards the wall.

"You'd be surprised how many people just want to disappear sometimes."
 
Ryuna, District of Eden


Her comb and veil came loose when he ruffled her hair causing the long black tresses to fall loose down her back while she caught the veil before it landed on the ground. Her now exposed golden eyes stared up at the male in utter surprise when he flashed her a smile then drug her off to towards the wall. His statement was wrong slightly while still managing to be correct.


She left her hair down as they navigated towards the wall. Towards her master. A blue bird caught her eye for a moment as it flutter up to a birdhouse on someone's window seal. The day would come she assume when she would remember all she was sure she had forgotten.
 
Rhiannon - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden

A sigh of relaxation escaped the vampire as she made her way through the shop lighting the occasional oil lamp to light the way for the human. Being around so many humans at once had been a test of her will. She was horribly hungry all over again and had fed rather well last night on the rabbits Brutus had trapped for her. Glancing around she made her way towards the back where her shop had a spare tiny bedroom. She slept at the shop a few times when she had a lot of orders to complete. This usually happened around festivals.

She twisted a knob that let warm water flow from the faucet into the wooden tub.The wood was warmer than ceramic and held the heat better. She set up a towel along with some other amenities for Risk. She wasn’t sure what sort of scent she might like so she left the tray of soaps and oils on the counter near the tub.

Once the bath was ready she headed back out to check how things were going with the others, “Your bath is ready but first would you mind if I got a few measurements so I can find a dress that would fit you?” She asked Risk softly.
 
Priscilla Shaw (currently known as: Risk)
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The scrawny red-head lingered by the door to the shop, to which she had followed this mysterious lady that had opted to care for her until the funeral was over. Priscilla watched her cautiously for some sort of trick as she prepared her bath for her, placing a variety of cleaning products next to the wooden container that was slowly filling up with water that appeared to be heated. The woman asked her about measuring her, so she responded with a curt, embarrassed nod and shuffled towards her, pondering what she looked like herself, last time she had checked, her hair had been the prettiest shade of bright red there was,mand had a wonderful complexion. Now, she probably looked almost covered from head to toe in dirt, grime and probably some blood there too, not to mention unnaturally thin from lack of.. anything, really.
"I'm keeping my clothes though.." she managed to croak out, more for sentimental value than anything else. They were one of the few things she had brought with her over to New Eden from Abbadon. She set a piece of chalk and a terribly worn sword that was practically blunt at this point beneath the bed silently, hoping the shop-owner didn't notice them.

The shop itself however wasn't very different from those in Abbadon however, not too flashy, but not exactly poor either.
"Thanks by the way." Priscilla mumbled half-heartedly, deeming it appropriate despite feeling like she had no control whatsoever, like some sort of animal
 
Brutus Magnolia - Seamstress Shop, District of Eden

The girl had been silent as the grave the whole trip over to Rhiannon's shop, keeping that look of constant fear on her face. Seems the girl might have some trust issues, but who wouldn't after spending a prolonged amount of time in Oblitus? His mother had told Brutus of all kinds of different people that lived in those woods, some were kind souls who needed to get away from the big city, others were... not so endearing.

He'd held the door for both ladies, trying to assure the girl that there was nothing to fear, and even as Rhiannon went into the back to fix Risk a bath, the girl simply stood there, staring at him as if he were about to attack her. He kept giving a reassuring smile to her, but that only seemed to make her more suspicious. He waited in the main room while Rhiannon took Risk's measurements and got her set up in the bath. When the vampire finally reentered the room, Brutus spoke up. "I don't know what that girl's been through, but it's obvious she doesn't trust us. Probably gonna have a hard time trusting anyone in this town. You think she'll be ok in New Eden? You've heard what they call the new grandmaster, 'Blue-eyed Devil' I think it was. Don't think he'll have much tolerance for people he cant trust."
 
Rhiannon - Leaving the Cathedral of Eden, District of Avalon

Rhiannon was gentle as she took the girl’s measurements. She nodded slightly when requested to not throw out the old clothing the other had brought, “Very well. What is yours is yours,” She smiled softly, “Don’t fear those in these walls,” She told her gently, “No one here will bring you harm. And those that would are easy to avoid.”

With that she left the girl to bath herself. When she reentered the front of the shop she glanced at Brutus and thought about his words to her while she gather the correct sized clothing. She didn’t get a corset for the girl. Instead a simple cameo with a slip and a forest green dress accented with knot word in yellow thread along the cuffs and neckline. She dropped them off on the bed and informed Risk she was doing so before returning to Brutus.

“Trust or not she needed help. It will take days if not years to get her to feel safe anywhere, my dear. It’s simply the patience of our hearts that will help her. I would think that you would be above silly rumors. He is who he is. Just as we are who we are. What does it matter if we can trust him to do his job as he sees it needs to be done and keeps us safe,” She smiled at him sweetly. She adored this man but he did let the rumor wagon spread a little.
 
Priscilla Shaw (currently known as: Risk)
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Priscilla nodded slowly in response to the calming, friendly words of this woman called Rhiannon, her intent seemed kind and she couldn't tell if they were lies or truthful honesty, but she had never been one for reading fibs off another's lips. That had been her parents' forté. She watched her leave the room, back with the other man that appeared to be her fiancé, before stripping off her grime-ridden clothes, leaving them next to the bath, and stepping into the lukewarm water of the wooden tub. It felt wonderful having all the dirt from the past weeks seep off her body into the water, not to mention feeling like she might look half-decent for once in a long time. After what felt like a blissful century of rubbing free all her worries and doubts with a variety of bathing products, all smelling uniquely different and each doing a better job than the last at removing the dirt etched into her skin and hair, she shuffled out of the water once more, now clean and her darkened matted hair having returned to its unique redness, similar to that of crimson blood. Her skin no longer quite so varying in tones of brown and returned to a relatively-healthy tan complexion. She shuffled over to the clothes that had been supplied and equipped them cautiously. They were very different from her usual garments, seeming much thinner and colourful that her varied wraps of dull grey lying next to a now dark-brown watered bath. She smiled for the first time in a month.
She felt that she looked nice at last, and that, at least for the present, wasn't about to be eaten by one thing or another. Briefly wondering if her parents would be proud that she had made it, she grabbed her sword and small chunk of chalk and shuffled out of the room, scarcely concealing her embarrassed smile. "Thank you." She mumbled, her eyes moving anywhere but at the two before her mind drifted back to dark thoughts, her smile disappeared and her wide-eyes seemed to return slightly. Maybe she was just getting prettied-up for some sort of sacrifice... Maybe, but at least it didn't feel quite so likely in the presence of two humans that appeared to be unequipped. The weapon hung loosely by her side, signifying that she wasn't going to attack suddenly, but she kept the chalk hidden, unwilling to talk about what was supposed to be her secret and unwanting to be asked as to why she had it. It would be a little tougher to talk her way through that one.
 
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