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Post by Shepard Dagon on Apr 2, 2014 2:23:37 GMT
Prevent is better than heal.
What can one do when you have a lot of spare time after completing a pair of adventures and having finished all your chores before you notice?
In the real world Shepard's answer usually was long sessions of rpgs and a good book to kill the time, that's all he needed back then, but since reality is no more what it used to be, he had to find new ways of "wasting" his time, one of the very firsts ideas that crossed his mind was inspect the gear after every battle, practice or quest, just to make sure everything was in its place and to keep it free of rust.
Carving his staff, giving it a better look without losing performance was other thing he liked to do, specially under some tree in the forest, where the shadows seems to cool down the hot air and ease the sun rays, enjoying every day peacefully just like he used to do in his home.
One of the good points of doing that is Shepard gets to know what is wrong, where and if he can repair it and save the armor instead of getting another, even when he is not a blacksmith subclass, for the rational fact that you memorize how everything looks, which is way more important than what many thinks.
Doing so one day the Shaman realized his started gear armor which was repaired a few times back ago, presented some slightly noticeable damage in its inner layer of chains, it was loose and the iron felt like glass about to break, the links felt brittle, like if the minimum movement will tear them apart and leave that body part unprotected. That did happened before but the damage was partially repaired by some blacksmiths, others patched the hole, and many others tried to temper it, but nothing worked, as the same part always got Shepard in troubles. Looking that there was no choice, he stood up sending his old armor to the inventory and headed to the city center, to the main park, where he used to get the most useful information.
-Thought-
I'll have to spend the little gold I've collected...
I should stop being such a sloth and work more.
Once he got in the park, looked around the merchant stalls wondering and asking about some smith that could do him a new armor with good resistance and respectable durability, he didn't wanted the generic nor the mass produced armors, those where the ones who got problems, it was basic what he looked for, but basic made by a good blacksmith meant a good armor.
After looking for hours, the same name appeared in several, not to say most of the stalls, a blacksmith called Jojo Kaguya. Shepard reminded hearing that name before somewhere, yet he wasn't able to meet that person in such occasion, and started to wonder what kind of person it will be, trying not to fall in the prejudice that blacksmiths are people with bad temperament and lots of muscles.
He seemed for the directions the town people gave him, it wasn't a long road but was somewhere in the city he hasn't been before, which make him lost, at least a bit, asking for help to those who passed by to get oriented.
A very tiresome hour passed by until he reached his destination. Smiling at the irony that he was a Pathfinder and couldn't help but get lost in the city, and realize that he could have used the map to set the direction and that way avoided getting lost.
Ashamed Shepard knocked the door a few time waiting for response, as he gave his best to look as serious as usual.
-Shepard-
Hello, is somebody there?
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2014 3:23:35 GMT
Jojo was happily smithing away, working on something far different from her norm in all senses of which her hammer fell to the boundaries of which she felt the heat swath off, the splattering of sparks going underway with every strike. Her hammers following through by making any kind of actual hit follow through. The heat of the furnace she used, the smithing style and blacksmithing arts all coming in tow as her hammer fell further along the way that she went along the core of such endearment. Her eyes closing as she merely swathed in the heat, letting it bask over her as if she were in some other time, some other place. This truly was a unique experience while she knew in the real world; she was far too shut in to do any of this. Yet her peace was soon broken by a knock, her hammer stopping as she looked at the door, her eyes narrowing in and looking directly at the wall as she slowly tsk’d her tongue with disgruntled behavior. Her body moving forwards, she opened the door to look through the sunlight and at a fellow in front of her.
Granted, the fellow in front of her would not see the cleric side of Jojo, but rather the very eccentric blacksmith side. Black grease stains along her hips, shoulders, and forehead while her fair pale skin with purple ivory markings of tribal design was scattered along her ritual born body. Not only that but the long green hair and the clear signs of some sweat as well along her in a lovely fashion all were a part of her in a bikini. This bikini was a simple string tie white classical bikini for the innocent. Jojo had no qualms for it and found it much more comfortable to wear when it came to smithing instead of the straitjacket she normally wear on clerical duties. Her eyes looking directly at the individual before her as she asked, “Hello, How may I assist you today?” Clearly this was not her element, yet she was looking with a calm expression, joy filled eyes as her entire day was about smithing and that was something that always aided in bringing joy to her life as well as a way of just making a living in this damned world.
Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.
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Wolf Hair
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Post by Shepard Dagon on Apr 5, 2014 12:03:44 GMT
Heat Stroke.
Shepard was first kicked a few steps back when the blacksmith opened the door by the insane heat burst that came out from the inside, leaving him blind for a moment until his eyes recovered their natural moisture and he became able to open them again just to see a dark figure backlighted by the fire of the forge.
He moved a little bit, unable to see the smith but listening at her voice... it was a woman, Shepard extended his hand to greet her by a hand shake but when his eyes became accustomed to the light, the figure resulted to be a lot more revealing than what Shepard was ready to causing him to feel a hit in the back of his head and fall to the ground for the instant increase in his blood pressure, while his face became red and his breath accelerated.
The nervousness took him for a moment, but in the next second as he calmed down himself, a good explaination was being created. Shepard took a moment to rise and apology for what just happened, by just looking embarased for the reaction.
-Shepard-
My... My apologies... The heat you bear is amazing, that burst was too much for me to handle. Sorry for the reaction.
He tried to sound convincing by putting an moderately-straight face and bowing a bit to remark the apology. Then he tried to focus in the woman face while he talked, taking a moment to remember what he came to ask for. When his memory reacted, the wolf took his old armor in his hands and showed it to the smith in front of him, indicating the damaged area and giving the details of the many times he tried to get it repaired.
-Shepard-
No matter what I do, it just keep getting broke... I asked a few landers and other adventures for a good smith to make me an armor, you seem to have a great reputation.
Then the Shaman took some time to rephrase his next statement.
-Shepard-
I don't want to be annoying... as a Shaman, I follow the theory of "prevent is better than heal", so I was wondering if you could, please, make a new armor for me, I'll try to get the gold it worth as soon as I can to pay you, just tell me how much it cost.
He tried to sound serious enough to convince the smith to take his request, and to be polite enough letting his traumas under control at least for this single moment just to don't make a mess of this situation as it was important for him. Luckily he'll have a new improved armor in some time soon. But the Shaman's mind rushed again in an unexpected direction, he soon thought to ask about a metal staff, a good durable weapon capable of improve his skills.
Tags: @jojo
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Post by Deleted on Apr 24, 2014 17:24:29 GMT
Jojo was surprised by his reaction at first glance. The mere sight of him soon extending a hand to her for a shake but then she found him falling to the ground in an instant from, the mere sight of her? Was she really that awe striking when smithing something? Granted when she looked down at herself she looked at him and recognized the signs fairly easily given just the cleric tendencies as well as just womanly intuition at that same chance. Her smile widened at that same moment as this was the first time anyone so modest had actually come to her instead of her having to bash the modesty out of them like her guild master Kumori whom she calls Ero-sempai just to get under his skin. It was like a past time to her anymore and something she enjoys doing all the more and if possible would perform it repetitively just to get the same laughable material out more so.
The modesty came around almost too quickly as an apology when she found him straining to keep the eyes on her face. She smiled calmly, walking up to the front desk area and stood behind it when she watching him now showing his armor to her. Her eyes looking over the patch he made and only shook her head because she knew exactly what he had tried to do. Working a skill one does not have always produces the same dead end response as she nodded and thought thoroughly of what this man was stating; something about her having a good reputation for smithing was definitely interesting as well. It was the next response that got her the most interested though, the fact he was more interested in preventing damages than healing itself was again, very modest thinking and thinking that kind of thing around a cleric like herself reserved a certain respect.
“I am Kaguya Jojo. I can tell that you moderately tried patching the armor by hand multiple times but happen to not subclass in it at all or you could have easily speed forged it for the necessary repairs. I will fix the armor, or better than that how about brand new chainmail, with possibly an added bonus effect to it only a ‘cleric’ can provide? My reputation is not that great yet, just the fact I created a simple light bonus-damaging sword. However, thank you for coming to my workshop. You are welcome to watch the smithing take place or even pose other requests but I would like to hear all the requests first hand before getting started, that way I know how much material we’ll need for this.” She smiled, her businesswoman stature coming through perfecting and completely normally in such degrees that it allowed her heated stature to already breach a better level.
Notes ╡ Bolstered Ego?
Word Count ╡ 472
Credit goes to Ryosuke of NFRP.
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Post by Shepard Dagon on Apr 24, 2014 21:28:56 GMT
Tendering a Fair Exchange.
Shepard have it his way for the mere fact that he was quick enough to excuse himself, a great relief for him without a doubt, but the things he said wasn’t a lie at all, the heat emanating from the forge is quite a lot indeed, blacksmiths like her had a great endurance and big guts to work with such dangerous forges, the shaman didn’t wanted to know how badly injured an smith could end with a burnt of those coals, it was certainly a frightening idea, that made Shepard tremble for a moment before going back into reality.
“I am Kaguya Jojo” she said in reply of the wolf greeting… wait, did she just said Jojo? It couldn’t be her, at least is not like Kumori describes her, with all the fire and nightmares and dreading spirits of doom and damnation around her, no, there is no way, isn’t it? Well, Shepard thought about it for a moment recalculating on the physical description he gave about her, the green hair, the revealing figure, the golden eyes... it was somehow strange indeed, Kumori did described her but at first sight she wasn’t that terrifying at all…
Shepard listened to her whole greeting, she had a nice detail by wearing her armor once inside, half relief half problem for him, as it seemed that she knew the real reason why Shepard almost fainted, and that wasn’t good, but the fact that he could be quite more calmed in the meeting was good… A few words later he heard her to mention she was a cleric… what a mess, he just told her “Better prevent than healing”… It was… embarrassing for him at least, but he heard also her proposition of making a brand new chainmail armor, plus the option of making more requests… maybe it was a good time to ask about that staff he wanted, durable metal, with the specifications he needed for his experiment, it would be opportune indeed. The wolf nodded, he will go one thing at the time, starting with the question that had his entire mind busy.
-Shepard-
Jojo you said didn’t you? Isn’t the Aeryn Jojo? The Jojo that terrifies Kumori and gave him nightmares? You certainly don’t look that scary for sure.
Then he wondered about the other things, looked in his inventory and took of some blueprints about the staff he needed, handled it to her and explained a little bit just to make sure there weren’t any confusion.
-Shepard-
I’m an alchemist, actually I have low level, but I’m planning in big… you see, I need this staff, a hollow staff, with also an grip at the top to hold an sphere with the proportions listened in the print I just gave you, it’s for a research I will lead once I hit at least level 11, it will mean the new tier for adventurers and landers, perhaps I could explain you further later if you are interested.
But what he asked for wouldn’t be any cheap, and the shaman certainly didn’t possessed any closer the amount of gold it would require, some deeper thinking gave him an idea, maybe it will be a good opportunity to make some level in his craft specialization and helping a friend with some useful items at the same time, or it could be the wrong way and she would think of him as a cheap bastard and show him why Kumori is so afraid of her… The more he risk, the more he wins.
-Shepard-
I don’t want to sound miser, but I think the staff and the armor are way more of what I can handle with money, so I was thinking, I have some materials I just bought from the market, perhaps you could use some accessories, and maybe I can accompany you while you work in my things as I’m doing yours, what you say?
Shepard hope the tender was good enough for the blacksmith to accept and end in both of them with an improved gear and maybe a good chat, even when he didn’t liked to talk at all, she seemed as an interesting person, and from time to time, it wasn’t that bad to seek for some company, isn’t it?
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