Borthuum Company Store Weaponry

Borthuum Company Store Weaponry is the weapon shop in Kharam Dzu. It is located east of the Armory, which is through the steel door in the Borthuum Company Store. The Weaponry uses trading skill to determine pricing. For bows, see Big Snorri's Bows.

[Company Store, Weaponry]

The sharp smell of oil greets your senses while the wide selection of weaponry displayed around you seems enough to appease the desires of even the most jaded warrior. Racks of weapons line the walls while the center of the room is dominated by a large grindstone. The weapons seem to be of uncommonly high quality for a mining town. You also see a dwarven weaponsmith, a stack of sheet metal, a large polished wooden counter with some stuff on it and a silvery-blue roiling fog-filled chamber.

Inventory

Item	Price	Information
a stiletto iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	6 varies	dagger
a rapier iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	60 varies	rapier
a backslasher iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	70 varies	short sword
a falchion iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	125 varies	falchion
a double-bit axe iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	100 varies	handaxe
a battle axe iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	175 varies	battle axe
a battlesword iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	200 varies	twohanded sword
a war hammer iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	100 varies	war hammer
a spikestar iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	125 varies	morning star
a spear iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	150 varies	spear
a halberd iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	150 varies	halberd
a pike iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	100 varies	lance
a knuckle-duster iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	40 varies	knuckle-duster
a pit-knife iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	40 varies	hook-knife
a blackjack iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	60 varies	blackjack
a slasher iron, obsidian, mithril, ora, imflass, glaes, vultite	60 varies	katar
a pair of siren lizard skin gloves	500	hand worn, UCS
a pair of siren lizard skin boots	1500	foot worn, UCS
a studded ironwood warstaff	11	[[ironwood], quarterstaff
a blackened rowan walking stick	9900	rowan, runestaff
a silver-capped orase runestaff	121000	orase, runestaff
a gold-capped orase runestaff	121000	orase, runestaff
Backroom
a rhimar-edged dark glaes dagger	11750	glaes, dagger, Cold flares
a rhimar-edged dark glaes waraxe	65500	glaes, handaxe, Cold flares
a rhimar-veined dark glaes ridgemace	65500	glaes, mace, Cold flares
a rhimar-veined dark glaes sledgehammer	95000	glaes, maul, Cold flares
some pyrothag hide gauntlets	14250	hand worn, UCS, enchanted (+20)
a pair of thrak hide boots	43000	foot worn, UCS, enchanted (+20)
a claidhmore	4500	claidhmore

Dwarven Weaponsmith

The weaponsmith is wearing thick dirty coveralls which are covered in metallic dust of several dull colors.  Surprisingly, his beard is quite clean compared to his clothes and you wonder how he manages it.

Carefully, the dwarven weaponsmith takes the grindstone apart and begins to oil the parts. "Thing squeaks like a half-chewed mouse..." he grumbles.

Groaning slightly, the dwarven weaponsmith pops his knuckles. You, however, wince at the hideous cracking.

Grumbling and cursing under his breath, the dwarven weaponsmith climbs up on a stool to affix the head of a halberd to the pole.

The dwarven weaponsmith moves to the grindstone and carefully sharpens a blade before polishing it and placing it on the rack.

The dwarven weaponsmith takes out a dagger and carefully cleans his fingernails.

The dwarven weaponsmith takes out an oiled cloth and carefully polishes the counter.

Whistling, the dwarven weaponsmith takes out a carving knife and begins shaping the hilt for a dagger.

With obvious pride, the dwarven weaponsmith surveys his shop. "Built this shop up m'self," he says, "with the wife's egg money and my own sweat. Feels good to see travelers such as yourself standing in it."

"Y'know," the dwarven weaponsmith says conversationally, "I near cut off my finger making a blade once." He stops to ponder a moment. "The wife bought that dagger..." He blinks, then industriously wipes the counter.