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- Ripley Thornburn + (Within the city of Arx there are the Ulbra … Within the city of Arx there are the Ulbrans, the Cullers, the Grayhopes and there's the Thornburns. Ripley is one of the latter, that family with a long history of dedication to Crown and to crafting. Ripley is no different and took to the forge and the working of metal just like his father and some of his siblings. Sandwiched between Eithne and Aurora in the heirarchy of the offspring, he took the middle road when it came to crafting and long fingers were far better at making pieces of jewelery than armor or weapons. It wasn't uncommon for him to shove on Eithne some crudely made piece that he had finished as he was learning or beg of her to help him fix it, or wearing Aurora's badly made pieces as she learned her craft. He was prone to fits of melencholy though. If a piece of jewelry didn't turn out right, metal didn't work as it should, a customer was unhappy, Ripley was unhappy. He would sulk about the house or lay in bed and mope until his ass got kicked by family or inspiration struck again and he was back at the bench working. Such is the life of Ripley Thornburn, with it's highs and lows. Inspiration however, needs to be found elsewhere sometimes and isn't always within the walls of the city. So with kisses to cheeks and his tools on his back, Ripley took off into the wilds of Arvum. Off to seek inspiration, everything he needed at his back. Letters would come filtering through as he traversed Arvum with tales of moments of danger, moments of despair, of the forges and other artisans that he would stop and spend time at the benchs of and learning their unique ways. Little pieces of jewelry as well, tokens of familial affection would wend their way back home as his skill improved till one day there was no letter but Ripley himself striding in through the door with a wild smile on his face and a little more learned. Hair in need of a good cutting and clothes mended. He had traveled far but had found his way home.d traveled far but had found his way home.)
