How Westlig Stjerne Saved My Sanity
Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2001 12:17 am
Things haven't been going as smoothly for me as I would like lately -- there is an illness in my family, I'm separated from my wife by the diameter of the planet, etc. etc. -- and a visit to the local shire's fighter practice has become pretty much the brightest spot of my week. That's why when my helm broke I was simply miserable.
There was nothing wrong with the helm. It was about a year old and the weld was in good shape. It's just that after practice I noticed that a reinforcing bar had snapped. The metal was fine; the construction was fun. It was simply bad luck.
Let's face it: when something like that goes wrong, you can count on being out of the fight for weeks if not months if you don't -- as I do not -- have the proper equipment to fix it. I was almost literally ill when I realized it.
Out of desperation, I called up Olaf at Westlig Stjerne (regularly referred to in the Far West as "Unpronouncable Armoury"). He said no problem, ship it on down.
To make a long story short, I got the helm back a week later, repaired at no cost to me, and -- believe it or not --_shined_. Furthermore, when I mentioned that I had been having trouble meeting the local standards for neck protection, he had the Good and Noble Lady Thorfinna arrange for a new gorget to be sent along with my helm so I wouldn't have to pay a separate shipping fee.
The folks at Westlig Stjerne are good people. Olaf and Thorfinna, I salute you.
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The defining characteristic of fanaticism is the inability to understand why everyone else is not a fanatic.
There was nothing wrong with the helm. It was about a year old and the weld was in good shape. It's just that after practice I noticed that a reinforcing bar had snapped. The metal was fine; the construction was fun. It was simply bad luck.
Let's face it: when something like that goes wrong, you can count on being out of the fight for weeks if not months if you don't -- as I do not -- have the proper equipment to fix it. I was almost literally ill when I realized it.
Out of desperation, I called up Olaf at Westlig Stjerne (regularly referred to in the Far West as "Unpronouncable Armoury"). He said no problem, ship it on down.
To make a long story short, I got the helm back a week later, repaired at no cost to me, and -- believe it or not --_shined_. Furthermore, when I mentioned that I had been having trouble meeting the local standards for neck protection, he had the Good and Noble Lady Thorfinna arrange for a new gorget to be sent along with my helm so I wouldn't have to pay a separate shipping fee.
The folks at Westlig Stjerne are good people. Olaf and Thorfinna, I salute you.
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The defining characteristic of fanaticism is the inability to understand why everyone else is not a fanatic.
And Daffyd says if you duck more often, you get less tape smudgie! (LOL!) BTW, did the adjustment we made take care of the dent for you?