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<ic>"Our Striding has walked the Trods since the Third Leaving. We do not all have time to become Brands, nor is that all our calling. Yet we must travel the dark places in the Forests-Once-Ours, and watch them lest the Vallorn spread to threaten the civilisation we have mapped in barbarian blood. I have Ambergelt, taken from the living trees that are our treasury. I need Green Iron, and Orichalcum, so that I can shield my people, so that we can shield the Empire."  
<ic>"Our Striding has walked the Trods since the Third Leaving. We do not all have time to become Brands, nor is that all our calling. Yet we must travel the dark places in the Forests-Once-Ours, and watch them lest the Vallorn spread to threaten the civilisation we have mapped in barbarian blood. I have Ambergelt, taken from the living trees that are our treasury. I need Green Iron, and Orichalcum, so that I can shield my people, so that we can shield the Empire."  


The Broker stood square on to the merchant's desk, more at home here than others of his nation, yet still a reminder that not all of Empire were city-folk. The merchant considered her answer carefully; she had underestimated a broker once before and would not do so again,.
The Broker stood square on to the merchant's desk, more at home here than others of his nation, yet still a reminder that not all of Empire were city-folk. The merchant considered her answer carefully; she had underestimated a broker once before and would not do so again.


"Ambergelt?" she said. "For the rarest of materials, in demand the Empire over? Ambergelt? Can any afford to make the Aegis, or the Panoply? Do you know of any who make the Scorpion's Sting any more? Perhaps you should be talking to a magistrate, rather than a merchant? Why, my Guild could mine so much the deeper with the Thrones these metals would earn at Anvil!"
"Ambergelt?" she said. "For the rarest of materials, in demand the Empire over? Ambergelt? Can any afford to make the Aegis, or the Panoply? Do you know of any who make the Scorpion's Sting any more? Perhaps you should be talking to a magistrate, rather than a merchant? Why, my Guild could mine so much the deeper with the Thrones these metals would earn at Anvil!"

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Description

Occasionally known as a Squire's Reward in Dawn, these items normally take the form of either a sturdy bracer crafted from an alloy of green iron, or occasionally a pectoral of the same material. They are usually decorated with simple orichalcum inlays. Powerful noble houses in Dawn keep a set of these bracelets on hand at tournaments, calling them Tourney Trinkets, and lend them to those who wish to participate in martial contests but lack training. On several occasions, such participants have won the day and been rewarded with the bracelets as their prize.

In Highguard, there is a quiet trade in these bracelets as gifts for more timid youngsters when they are sent off to do their military service. Those who struggled with martial skills during their childhood occasionally find worried relatives slipping them this talisman. It is sometimes considered a little shameful to be found relying on such items, but sensible soldiers know that an actual, physical shield is a better protection on the battlefield than the virtue of Courage alone.

Rules

  • Form: Jewelry (Talisman)
  • Effect: While wearing this piece of jewelry you gain the shield skill.
  • Materials: Crafting a set of greensteel bracers requires nine ingots of green iron and nine ingots of orichalcum. It takes one month to make one of these items.

<ic>"Our Striding has walked the Trods since the Third Leaving. We do not all have time to become Brands, nor is that all our calling. Yet we must travel the dark places in the Forests-Once-Ours, and watch them lest the Vallorn spread to threaten the civilisation we have mapped in barbarian blood. I have Ambergelt, taken from the living trees that are our treasury. I need Green Iron, and Orichalcum, so that I can shield my people, so that we can shield the Empire."

The Broker stood square on to the merchant's desk, more at home here than others of his nation, yet still a reminder that not all of Empire were city-folk. The merchant considered her answer carefully; she had underestimated a broker once before and would not do so again.

"Ambergelt?" she said. "For the rarest of materials, in demand the Empire over? Ambergelt? Can any afford to make the Aegis, or the Panoply? Do you know of any who make the Scorpion's Sting any more? Perhaps you should be talking to a magistrate, rather than a merchant? Why, my Guild could mine so much the deeper with the Thrones these metals would earn at Anvil!"

The Navarr inclined his head.

"Yes, your goods would fetch a good price from those of Dawn, or Highguard, but is there not a vote in the Senate fast approaching, where your nation needs every help it can get? A word in the right ear, and Navarr's support could be yours."

The merchant steepled her fingers, and smiled.

"Perhaps we can come to an arrangement. Your ambergelt, and a senators' vote, for the metals you require...?"