The Rolling Anvil and Ember Wagon
Est. 2025 • Mountain Dwarf Artificer (Armorer)
The Rolling Anvil and Ember Wagon
The forge sits mounted on a battered wagon that always smells faintly of coal and spiced cider; Haldra hums an old dwarven hammer-song while working and stamps ...
Shopkeeper
Haldra Ironvein, a Mountain Dwarf Artificer (Armorer) (Lvl 9)
Keeper's Species
Mountain Dwarf
Shop Inventory
(15)A well-forged longsword with a comfortable grip and a keen edge. Reliable for most combatants.
A longsword whose edge seems to catch and hold light. A subtle rune near the hilt hums when drawn.
A hand-axe favored by hunters and frontier rangers; Haldra has filed serrations into the blade to increase wound trauma.
Full plate tailored to a medium-sized wearer. Heavy, well-shaped plates with leather straps and brass fittings.
A round heater shield with the telltale dents of field repairs; sturdy and perfectly serviceable.
A finely linked chain shirt whose rings are inlaid with dark adamantine filaments. It looks heavier than it is.
A lightweight breastplate of pale, shimmering metal. It flexes with the wearer and whispers faintly when struck.
Soft leather boots with faintly warm soles and tiny runic stitches along the heel. Perfect for smiths who walk over glowing coals.
A small glass vial of red liquid. Drinking it mends flesh and bone a little.
A larger vial of deeper-red liquid; favoured by adventurers for tougher fights.
A sturdy crystal phial containing a potent restorative brew. Worth keeping for deadly encounters.
A travelling blacksmith's clever contraption: a brass-and-iron anvil that folds into a wooden trunk. Haldra demonstrates it with a flourish.
A viscous vial of silvery paste. When rubbed into a dent or crack it hardens and closes the wound in metal.
A stout satchel woven from thick canvas and lined with sigils for containment. Perfect for caravans and expeditions.
A leather roll containing specialized tongs, hammers, punches and files that Haldra swears by. A travelling smith's pride.
Haldra Ironvein
Shop Atmosphere
“The forge sits mounted on a battered wagon that always smells faintly of coal and spiced cider; Haldra hums an old dwarven hammer-song while working and stamps a tiny iron 'W' on every item sold. She offers free sharpening if you promise her a story in exchange.”
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