The Brass Eye Forge
Est. 2025 • Human (pale, sallow complexion) Artificer (tinkerer/blacksmith archetype)
The Brass Eye Forge
Merik polishes his forge bell with a cloth that always smells faintly of brine. He tends to hum a low, tuneless melody when tempering metal; customers claim the...
Shopkeeper
Merik Thal, a Human (pale, sallow complexion) Artificer (tinkerer/blacksmith archetype) (Lvl 3)
Keeper's Species
Human (pale, sallow complexion)
Shop Inventory
(16)A heavy hammer with tiny etched, concentric eye-motifs on the head. Excellent for ordinary smithing work.
A leather roll of hammers, tongs, files and bellows. The leather is stamped with an odd, watchful sigil.
A pale sharpening stone that leaves a faint shimmer on a blade edge.
A sturdy lantern with glass panes etched in concentric circles. Burns oil for up to 6 hours on a pint.
A compact iron grappling hook with a knotted rope; the hook's prongs are slightly hooked inward like talons.
A small, glassy shard that resembles a fragment of an enormous eye. Cold to the touch.
Bend it back, reedge a nick, and reseat a loose pommel; a quick, on-the-spot mending.
Small iron tacks hammered with faint runes that repel vermin and small spirits for a short time.
A balanced longsword with a faint iridescent sheen that seems to shift when you glance away.
A coarse handaxe with tiny sawlike teeth along part of the blade—serviceable for chopping and combat.
A thin dagger with a blade that seems to drink light; when used in silence, faint, distant whispering can be heard by the wielder.
Three-pronged spear favored by coastal guards; the metal has a slight patina as if long exposed to brine.
A solid wooden shield rimmed with iron; the surface is inlaid with small, translucent nodules that look like tiny eyes.
Dark scale mail whose scales are subtly engraved with looping patterns reminiscent of undersea currents.
A chain shirt treated with oils that make it quiet to move in; seams whisper when rubbed between fingers.
A small vial of ruby liquid that warms to the touch; typical common restorative.
Merik Thal
Shop Atmosphere
“Merik polishes his forge bell with a cloth that always smells faintly of brine. He tends to hum a low, tuneless melody when tempering metal; customers claim the tune makes the shadows behind the goods move a fraction too slowly. He will not sell certain 'whole eye' curios and refuses to discuss where they came from; he accepts baubles of ivory, unusual shells, or a promise of a favor for rarer pieces.”
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