Private The Hammer meets the Iron

[The Quartermaster]

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Tag: Obran | Jiriad Galaar

The sounds of tools ringing against metal echoed through the halls and chambers of the Forge. The Metalsmiths of the Enclave were hard at work; they had been ever since the Enclave had been founded. Warriors, Hunters, and Mercenaries from every clan and corner of the galaxy had poured into the safe haven -- looking for work, looking for a place to rest, looking for a place to start again. Such a large host required a considerably large armory to supply them, and thus the few smiths that there were worked night and day to meet the demand of the rising number of Mandalorians who were to the Enclave daily, looking or work or for new gear.

The students of the craft were dedicated, to say the least. To be an apprentice to the art of beskarsmithing was not an easy undertaking; it required years of hard work, sweating under the heat of the Forge as one tried to impose their will and vision of creation onto one of the most stubborn and elusive elements in the galaxy. And there was no glory to be found in it, or at least not the same kind of glory derived from victory on a battlefield or against an infamous opponent. Yet it was the Smiths and Forgemasters who kept the fires burning, who silently and humbly ensured that the tools necessary for the Mandalorian people to not only survive, but thrive, were in their hands.

The Quartermaster could only hope that by the time she'd passed from this physical plane, it would not be an art lost forever. And for that, she looked to a new generation that would one day take up the mantle of Forgemaster.

 

[Jiriad Galaar]

Jiriad Galaar was among the beskar smiths of the Enclave, though he could not yet count himself among the elite ranks of the Forgemasters. His clan believe him blessed by the Valkyri deity Teign, the greatest smith of their pantheon, and this gift has certainly revealed itself in his work. Loving detail was put into every axe blade and beskar plate that left his forge in the Hawk's Nest.

Jiriad made his way through the Enclave at the center of Daba'r, having journeyed from Clan Galaar's fortress in the mountains to the northeast on summons from The Quartermaster. The sounds of smiths working away at their craft was like the sweetest music in his ears. The rather large Valkyri man was clad in humble cloth and leathers, lovingly engraved beskar bracers on his wrists and his gravity hammer and tongs hooked onto his belt. A pendant of the Mandalorian Beskaryc Kar'ta hung around his neck from a simple leather cord, and his blond hair rested along his back in a long braid. The smith finally entered the chamber of The Quartermaster, which he knelt before.

"Hail, Quartermaster. It is an honor to receive summons from such an esteemed Forgemaster as yourself."

From a pouch on his belt Jiriad retrieved a package wrapped in red cloth, which he presented to The Quartermaster.

"I still search for the perfect gift for the woman who offered my Clan a second chance at life, though I hope these will suffice until that day."

Within the cloth were two vambraces, forged from Mandalorian iron, with elaborate engravings along their entirety. The insides looked to be lined with a comfortable leather, and prominent in the engravings was the symbol of the Forgemasters.

"I pray the craftsmanship does not offend your eyes. These bracers were crafted through the collective efforts of the entirety of Clan Galaar. Every vod of Clan Galaar offers you their humblest thanks for the new home, and the new family, that you have generously given us."

The Quartermaster Obran ​