The Silvered Anvil
Est. 2025 • Human Artificer
The Silvered Anvil
The shop always smells faintly of oil and ozone. The smith prefers to talk trade in guttural, clipped phrases, and keeps a ledger full of notes about 'beast-iro...
Shopkeeper
Borin Ashvale, a Human Artificer (Lvl 9)
Keeper's Species
Human
Shop Inventory
(16)A sturdy, battle-tempered longsword of common steel. Reliable, easy to repair, and favored by traveling fighters.
A short, razor-balanced blade for quick strikes and throwing in a pinch.
A hand dagger, useful in melee, as a tool, or as a disposable throwing weapon.
A finely tempered blade secretly runed in the forge. Subtle glow at the hilt when drawn.
A sword whose edge erupts in living flame when the wielder speaks its command. A favored prize of monster hunters.
A heavy blade tempered in glacial water. Its edge breathes a clean frost that silences flames.
A terrifyingly keen blade with a history of battlefield lore. Used carefully, it can cleave through armor and bone.
Three balanced daggers with silver inlaid along the tips. Popular with trackers and those who expect monsters.
A bundle of twenty bolts, well-made and balanced for hunting or war.
A whetstone kit for sharpening and minor upkeep to keep edges true between smith visits.
A small glass flask of clear oil, sold by the dram or by the flask.
Service to silver a single weapon or ten pieces of ammunition. Represents the silver used and the artisan's labor.
A small amber vial of viscous, runed oil favored by monster hunters. Burns clean and smells faintly of copper.
A small wooden box of stones and a single etched rune. It hums faintly when held to a blade.
A decorative pommel whose talon motif is said to steady the hand and make blows truer.
A breastplate inlaid with streaks of true adamantine. Heavy duty for those who expect to meet blades and claws.
Borin Ashvale
Shop Atmosphere
“The shop always smells faintly of oil and ozone. The smith prefers to talk trade in guttural, clipped phrases, and keeps a ledger full of notes about 'beast-iron' and 'moon-ferments'. A small metal bowl of river stones sits behind the counter; returning customers toss a coin and rub a stone before leaving for luck. The shop closes precisely at the hour between dusk and night for a private ritual of tempering.”
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