The Keepers of Chaos: A Vault of Hell

Vestus Konstotte: CXXVIII

Oath: CXXVIII

'Do not think about it. Do not think about it.' Vestus thought about it. He sighed bringing down his hammer on the new metal. It was morning time, with the gold safely in the tavern he had decided to go to work, at least he could try to keep his job right?

"Hey, Vestus." Avi regarded him warmly while he stepped into the smithing room carrying a loaded chest of metal. "Happy Founders week." Founders week, while the holiday according to Riu was simply that of a day, the festivities tended to take place over an entire week. Music, and shops along with plenty of stands for food. It honestly sounded wonderful to him.

"Happy founder's day Avi." He replied, taking in a deep breath and moving back to his metal.

"Whatcha working on?"

"Well.." He faltered, technically nothing that was ordered.. Yet, Herod had shared his desires to order a set of half-plate with some rudimentary measurements Vestus sought to begin the second Damascus pattern immediately rather than wait, he wouldn't be able to give Herod the best, but he'd ensure he got the best he could at this point. "Just preemptively folding some extra Damascus.. I find it inefficient whenever I need another set to start then." it wasn't entirely untrue, he did in fact prefold sometimes, but the issue was that metal didn't work that way, each piece had to be more easily melded for the creation, but like everything there were exceptions.

"Ah alrighty.. Also on another note, have you finished Lord Shaladin's rapier?" Avi asked politely. Vestus grinned reaching behind him in the racks of finished work he pulled forth a long three-and-a-half-foot rapier, its design glistened with long rippling patterns forming an almost sea wave-shaped V's along its path.

"Wow." Avi whistles taking the blade carefully, the odd goose crest on it was a tad bit weird for Vestus, but he'd scrawled in Estral's family sigil enough time to simply accept it. "This is a beauty.. Thanks. I assume the other bits of stuff is done as well?" While much lower quality, Vestus pulled free the few spears, knives, and blades he had made. They were all his signature metal yet prepared more hastily than others. Avi twisted the rapier in his hands inspecting the hilt and guard all of which were elegant, sometimes, nobles paid for simply nice-looking things. He scoffed at that, he'd known far too many nobles in Denayianus who ordered toys they couldn't even wield. However, this weapon was deadly, he made sure of that. The blade's hilt had small rubies studded in its grip with a black iron handle and gold accents running down it. "Thank you, your work never disappoints." Vestus laughed with him. Avi brought the weapons aside, most likely preparing them for delivery or pick up. Though a blade like that would probably get an honor guard. With that task completed Vestus finished up his folding and placed the metal in the fiery furnace. His attention.. Was on another task now. Chisels and long strokes were required, by the time Vestus had finished he was staring out the window at a noon sun.

"Embric, Avi!" Vestus called, he slung the blade over his back precariously. And held it close to his body the long sword he had been working on for several days now finally had a purpose he could feel. Perhaps it was the guilt.. Or maybe even some form of mixed-up anguish that made him feel this way. But it was right. Just like Blazor, or Grey, Mend, Estral, or any others. He had the sense this was needed. "I'm gonna head to TrollSkull manor. We're opening today." He grinned, knowing the party Estral had adventured with for so long was excited to finally open the bar. Embric's face lit up.

"Oh really?! Well, we gotta swing by.. Enjoy the festivities for us will you?" Embric waved happily.

"You mean the.. VEStivities?" he smiled. Neither of them laughed. Well, it worked more on Blazor. "I will.. The Pride of Zeus was a great celebration in my hometown.. I have a feeling I'll fit right in." He assured the two Gensai. Exiting the building he was taken aback by how alive the city was. Perhaps he'd grown far too used to the empty still being setup stands over the last week, but what confronted him outside was splendid, to say the least.