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Blackstone Forge and Foundry - Tuesday
Percy adjusted the collar of his coat, still irked by the indignity of having to shower in mulled wine this morning. This was not, of course, the fault of the temporary lodging, but he decided the best he could do at this point was to find long-term arrangements for the time he was stuck here on this island. It had almost been a week since he was dropped here, and with neither Vox Machina nor anyone else from Exandria showing up, it could be weeks or even months before he could go home.
There were, of course, many options on the island, but he needed a space that not only allowed for lodging but also accommodated his various projects. After all, he doubted living in a small apartment and banging on metal would endear him to his neighbors. So, he made a circuit through the various streets and shops of the island until the abandoned Blackstone Forge and Foundry caught his eye.
Percy stepped closer, examining the building. The double doors were slightly ajar, creaking softly as he pushed one open. A gust of stale air, heavy with the scent of soot and ash, greeted him. The interior was dim, lit only by streams of sunlight filtering through dirty windows. No tools were available, but there were plenty of workbenches and an anvil in the center of the room. A forge dominated the back wall, its brick structure dark with soot.
“This has potential,” Percy murmured to himself, brushing a gloved hand over a workbench. He had some tools in his bag of holding, but he would need more to make the place serviceable. The setup itself was spacious enough to accommodate his more intricate projects. His mind began to race with possibilities.
He ventured further inside, finding a storage area. A secondary room revealed a small office with some furniture still in place. The level above the foundry could also function as a living space.
“Abandoned, then,” Percy noted aloud as he returned to the main floor. It was then that his eyes caught a sign stuck on the window.
Blackstone Forge and Foundry: FOR SALE.
“Well, that simplifies things,” Percy said with a wry smile.
He paced back into the main workshop, imagining the forge alive again. Yes, this would do. He could see himself here, working, rebuilding, and inventing in equal measure. The forge was already a respectable facility; it merely needed a new owner.
Pulling his pistol from its holster, Percy set it on the workbench with care. Rolling up his sleeves, he reached into his bag of holding and began pulling out his tools, lining them up neatly on the workbench.
He spent the next hour inspecting and testing the equipment and the forge, sketching improvements in his ever-present notebook.
By the time he exited the forge, his mind was made up. He looked up at the sign and considered it.
“Blackstone Forge and Foundry, eh? A suitable name, but it will need to reflect new ownership. Perhaps a crest... no, too gaudy. Functionality is paramount. Change it to Whitestone? No, no. No one here would understand. It’s fine. It’s fine.”
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There were, of course, many options on the island, but he needed a space that not only allowed for lodging but also accommodated his various projects. After all, he doubted living in a small apartment and banging on metal would endear him to his neighbors. So, he made a circuit through the various streets and shops of the island until the abandoned Blackstone Forge and Foundry caught his eye.
Percy stepped closer, examining the building. The double doors were slightly ajar, creaking softly as he pushed one open. A gust of stale air, heavy with the scent of soot and ash, greeted him. The interior was dim, lit only by streams of sunlight filtering through dirty windows. No tools were available, but there were plenty of workbenches and an anvil in the center of the room. A forge dominated the back wall, its brick structure dark with soot.
“This has potential,” Percy murmured to himself, brushing a gloved hand over a workbench. He had some tools in his bag of holding, but he would need more to make the place serviceable. The setup itself was spacious enough to accommodate his more intricate projects. His mind began to race with possibilities.
He ventured further inside, finding a storage area. A secondary room revealed a small office with some furniture still in place. The level above the foundry could also function as a living space.
“Abandoned, then,” Percy noted aloud as he returned to the main floor. It was then that his eyes caught a sign stuck on the window.
Blackstone Forge and Foundry: FOR SALE.
“Well, that simplifies things,” Percy said with a wry smile.
He paced back into the main workshop, imagining the forge alive again. Yes, this would do. He could see himself here, working, rebuilding, and inventing in equal measure. The forge was already a respectable facility; it merely needed a new owner.
Pulling his pistol from its holster, Percy set it on the workbench with care. Rolling up his sleeves, he reached into his bag of holding and began pulling out his tools, lining them up neatly on the workbench.
He spent the next hour inspecting and testing the equipment and the forge, sketching improvements in his ever-present notebook.
By the time he exited the forge, his mind was made up. He looked up at the sign and considered it.
“Blackstone Forge and Foundry, eh? A suitable name, but it will need to reflect new ownership. Perhaps a crest... no, too gaudy. Functionality is paramount. Change it to Whitestone? No, no. No one here would understand. It’s fine. It’s fine.”
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