as written by Tiko
Most of the business and shops in and around the Market Square had closed up for the day to accommodate the Yule festival, but one it would seem was still open for business. The weaponsmith shop was situated well off from the central area that had been tented off for the main festivities, but smoke could be seen rising from its chimney and the distant clang of metal spoke of the work going on. Fortunately it was far enough off as to not prove a disruption to those gathering at the heart of the Market Square.
Igtrid was a behemoth of a woman, and there was no mistaking her for anything but what she was. Her blood was that of the mountain giants known to make their homes within the Icy Peaks of Northern Aslund. Though the males of her race were known to reach upwards of eighteen feet, Igtrid stood at only about twelve feet.
The weaponsmith shop had been built specifically to accommodate her massive height and one wall of the shop stood open to the elements. The cold outdoors seemed to hold little sway over the giant anymore than the heat of the interior, and in fact she appeared to be clad in nothing but what she had been graced with at birth.
Upon an anvil rested a length of red hot steel that rang out as she brought her hammer down upon it again and again. Sparks flew and steam filled the shop as she dropped it into a vat of water before moving on to the next. She wore no gloves and flames licked up her hands and arms as intricate tattooing along her body glowed with a brilliant golden hue.
The flames that danced along her skin could not harm her, but her clothes were another matter. Given their penchant for burning to ash under the heat and fire, she had taken to simply not clothing herself in them while she was at work. The locals who passed by her shop paid her state of dress little mind as they were well accustomed to the giant's presence.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Again and again the resounding ring of metal against metal filled her ears.
One of her regulars drifted by her shop on his way to the debates; though, he kept a safe distance at the entrance of the shop.
"Hey Igtrid," he called out.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"Not coming to the festival?" he asked.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"I have work to get done," she replied.
"Bolderdash! You work all day every day. It won't kill you to take a day off you know," he told her with a shake of his head. "Well, have at it then," he added as he headed on off towards the crowd gathering in the distance.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Igtrid had little interest in the holidays, or really much of anything outside of her work. She couldn't recall the last day she had taken a day off from work, and she hadn't much intentions to start now.
Most of the business and shops in and around the Market Square had closed up for the day to accommodate the Yule festival, but one it would seem was still open for business. The weaponsmith shop was situated well off from the central area that had been tented off for the main festivities, but smoke could be seen rising from its chimney and the distant clang of metal spoke of the work going on. Fortunately it was far enough off as to not prove a disruption to those gathering at the heart of the Market Square.
Igtrid was a behemoth of a woman, and there was no mistaking her for anything but what she was. Her blood was that of the mountain giants known to make their homes within the Icy Peaks of Northern Aslund. Though the males of her race were known to reach upwards of eighteen feet, Igtrid stood at only about twelve feet.
The weaponsmith shop had been built specifically to accommodate her massive height and one wall of the shop stood open to the elements. The cold outdoors seemed to hold little sway over the giant anymore than the heat of the interior, and in fact she appeared to be clad in nothing but what she had been graced with at birth.
Upon an anvil rested a length of red hot steel that rang out as she brought her hammer down upon it again and again. Sparks flew and steam filled the shop as she dropped it into a vat of water before moving on to the next. She wore no gloves and flames licked up her hands and arms as intricate tattooing along her body glowed with a brilliant golden hue.
The flames that danced along her skin could not harm her, but her clothes were another matter. Given their penchant for burning to ash under the heat and fire, she had taken to simply not clothing herself in them while she was at work. The locals who passed by her shop paid her state of dress little mind as they were well accustomed to the giant's presence.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Again and again the resounding ring of metal against metal filled her ears.
One of her regulars drifted by her shop on his way to the debates; though, he kept a safe distance at the entrance of the shop.
"Hey Igtrid," he called out.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"Not coming to the festival?" he asked.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
"I have work to get done," she replied.
"Bolderdash! You work all day every day. It won't kill you to take a day off you know," he told her with a shake of his head. "Well, have at it then," he added as he headed on off towards the crowd gathering in the distance.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Igtrid had little interest in the holidays, or really much of anything outside of her work. She couldn't recall the last day she had taken a day off from work, and she hadn't much intentions to start now.
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