Archived Roleplay:Wolf's and Brad's RP

Forges
Bal: Bal was working on something in the forges. He asked permission from the Hephaestus kids for him to use their forges for a bit so that he could work without disturbance. He looked at his round bomb with a smile.

Damask: Damask comes into the forge, holding a dagger. He heads over to one of the workstations, which happens to be next to the workstation Bal is working at.

Bal: He heard footsteps and turned to see who is coming. He saw a boy coming towards him. He didn't really care about him, but then he saw that he is about to trip a mine that the hephaestus kids were developing. He scream at him, "STOP!"

Damask: Damask freezes as one of the kids yells for him to stop. He looks slightly embarrassed and backs away. "Uh....Sorry. Wh-" He breaks off as he notices the mine lying on the floor. "Oh. Thanks for warning me."

Bal: "You should be careful here. The kids here aren't the type of people who would you call "neat"." "HEY!" someone from a distance said. He didn't care about it and continued with his work.

Damask: Damask walks up to his workstation, being extra careful this time, and looks around for tools. After finding the one he wanted, Damask sits down in a corner and starts carving designs into the dagger.

Bal: He looked at the work the boy is doing and asked. "What are you making?" He asked him.

Damask: He doesn't look up and continues to concentrate on carving a 4 leaf clover. "Just adding a few designs. I don't think it qualifies as making."

Bal: "Oh, so you want it to look good?" He asked him, while looking at his own work.

Damask: "I guess. The carvings might also allow me to imbue it with luck better." He shrugs slightly and starts carving a 20-sided die.

Bal: "Oh, that is interesting." He said, setting the bomb on the table. "There, done." He said to himself.

Damask: He continues carving, but casts a glance in Bal's direction. "Lemme guess, some sort of explosive?"

Bal: He nodded. "It is a bomb that explodes when it is touched by water." he told him, showing the bomb.

Damask: He stops carving and looks at it curiously. "Cool. Explosives are always fun." He grins and turns back to his work. After a little bit, he pauses. "What's your name?"

Bal: He nodded and said, "Yeah, I am Balthazar, but folks just call me Bal. You?" He asked back.