Fox Tail
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Post by Ryker on Jul 9, 2014 4:25:02 GMT
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The sound of a gentle wind and crashing ocean waves mixed together in the vast, open air of the long, tanned beach line which was where the island of the United Kingdom met the sea, or at least what was believed to be the sea. Sitting there on top of one of the many large rocks on the long beach, quietly and patiently, Ryker hummed a soft song to himself as he passed the time. He was now home, in a way, and was quite happy when he stumbled upon the area he was now sitting at. It was relaxing, calming, and refreshing to know that there was a large body of water that existed, and one which he could actually fish in. That made things even better for him and it had put him in a very productive mood; so productive that he had decided to make himself another tool; a harpoon.
As if he had subconsciously prepared to create such a tool, or weapon, Ryker had actually picked up a massive piece of wood that he could use for the craft while he traveled to the new zone. It was strange for such a thing to happen, as Ryker actually believed himself to be a complete idiot, but he didn’t complain. Instead the white haired Cleric summoned the four foot piece of wood, climbed up onto a huge rock, and got comfortable. The breeze was nice, the sun was shining, and he was smiling. Only a fool would dare complain during such a time.
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Fox Tail
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Post by Ryker on Jul 9, 2014 4:33:00 GMT
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With his knife in hand, Ryker began to carefully strip at the excess pieces of flimsy bark that the piece of wood still had attached to it. The object must have been a part of another large branch from how it was formed but was cut or broken at some point during its separation from the main tree. The reason Ryker speculated such a thing was because one end was thicker than the other and the smaller end was broken. Not in the sense that is was unrepairable, but it was jagged, sharp, and looked as if something had bent and had just ripped off the end. It was frightening, to say the least, that something in the game could actually perform such an action. That was when the thought that Ryker was holding a massive beasts’ toothpick.
“Nope.” The thought vanished instantly as Ryker stuffed it into a black box and torched it. With another scrape of his knife, the Fisherman was back on track.
To Ryker’s content the piece of wood was dry, very dry. This made it easy to strip and the bark actually fell off like skin on a well-cooked piece of meat. The pieces broke apart and dropped into the sand below without much resistance from the horrid knife Ryker was using. However, the process wasn’t completely simple. In addition to being covered in bark, the piece of wood had several nubs and knots protruding out from where smaller baby branches had stuck out. Those were a pain to cut and Ryker found himself grumbling as he sawed them off. It was a little tiring to work so roughly in the middle of the day with the sun blaring down on him, but the gentle breeze helped Ryker keep himself from worrying about the heat. Being able to simply focus on the task at hand made time fly and before he knew it; the once oddly colored branch was a mix of a pale white and light tan color. It wasn’t smooth, as it had not been sanded, but it was not sharp and Ryker was able to rub his hand along its length with ease.
Just stripping the bark was only the beginning of the cutting process, and knowing this, Ryker began to twirl the piece of wood around very carefully and slowly in his hands. His eyes narrowed, focusing on the singular object in his hand as he searched for every little impurity or bump. Then, he ran his hands over the object once, twice, thrice, and even four times just to ensure that he was finding the right spots. He felt for ruts, for knots, bumps, twists, curved, dips, hills, ridges, protrusions, and any potential pitfalls in the object’s structure. The fisherman was patient with this step and took his time knowing full well what the consequences of a mistake could be. So, even when he was satisfied with his searching, Ryker was still uneasy as he put the knife back against the wood.
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Post by Ryker on Jul 9, 2014 4:36:10 GMT
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The little hands of the Fisherman moved slowly and steadily, cutting both slivers and massive chunks of wood away from the core base of material. He worked more intently on getting the humps and bumps out than anything else, as they would prove to be the most energy inefficient later on. He wanted a sleek, smooth, perfect tool that would cut through the water without any wasted energy. However at his current in-game level Ryker knew that such a thing would be impossible. To make up for such a thing he slowed himself and adjusted, working with the world around him rather than against it. The game wanted him to make a mistake, it wanted him to fail. Being a low level woodcrafter, the odds were against him. In order to fight it, every motion Ryker made was choreographed with the intent of perfection.
Over time, the object was beginning to take shape. Before it was just some random oversized stick, but now it looked like a sturdy blunt weapon. The base material had a decent cylinder shape, with a few rough cuts here and there, and one end was a little narrower than the other. Ryker was careful to make the decline in size consistent, or as consistent as he could, and rounded the slope as best as he could. Then he began to saw off the head of the harpoon, completely removing the frayed and messy end which had been shattered, broken, ripped, or whatever apart. It didn’t take long before the end popped off and dropped to the beach below with a thud.
With that done, the fisherman began to sharpen the end and rounded it a little more before giving it much harsher, rougher cuts. After a few minutes, the end of the harpoon became a very sleek and deadly tip with four jagged, serrated fins extending outward slightly. In the center of the four fins where they came together was a single sharp point. This end, Ryker smoothed and spun in his hand with a slightly rough piece of fabric, sharpening and focusing it into a very vicious looking point. Ryker wished he had contacted a blacksmith so he could get a metal tip for the tool but wood would have to do for the time being. Nevertheless, Ryker actually liked the cool look of the harpoon so he was content with what he was doing. It was also extremely sharp so there was no doubt that he could catch some smaller fish and defending himself against larger creatures would be less of a challenge as well. Although in that care he probably should just use his sword, but he was a fisherman. He would fight a shark with his fists before drawing a sword in the water.
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Post by Ryker on Jul 9, 2014 4:36:55 GMT
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Now that the basic harpoon shape was finished, Ryker took a moment to perfect his cuts and nicked slightly at the harpoon to make sure it was as sleek as he could get it with the knife. To finish the process, Ryker took the rough fabric he had and carefully ran it along the exposed wood. The fabric was not sandpaper, not even close, but with enough pressure and friction it was able to do the job better than Ryker’s hand would have done. It took time but the wood began to smoothen out, became softer to the touch, and even became much better to look at. The harpoon was a beautiful cream color and Ryker was careful to have cut out all the ugly, dark, rotted knots in the outer shell, giving the harpoon a solid and consistent, finished, look. It was quite pretty to say the least, and Ryker was happy with his creation. So happy that immediately after he was finished, he considered using it.
Before that, however, Ryker deposited all of his tools and returned to the beach. From there, he sat the harpoon on the beach and left it to rest for a moment with the sharp end pointing towards the sky. There, he stood with a smile on his face. It was lovely and for all intents and purposes; it was exactly what Ryker wanted. At the moment, it was all he needed. That alone made Ryker happy and knowing that he had another tool at his disposal now, he found himself chuckling softly. The second most satisfying thing to Ryker was probably the sight of his creations once they were finished; this was no exception.
“Orca.” Ryker named the tool, mainly for the pale white color and the mix of tan lines which swirled in the sea of cream. It wasn’t black and white like the actual whale, but it had the same mixed color design. In addition to that, the harpoon could be both used for gathering food and for fighting. Orcas were peaceful but they were also known as killer whales for a reason.
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