Equipping A Dancer [Crafting/Solo]

[Valerie]

The small swashbuckler wandered around the market area, looking at the items sold by some Lander shopkeepers. There was a large variety of supplies that were needed in crafting, unless you decide to find it yourself. Valerie often avoided this section of Londinium due to the busy people rushing in and out as well as the constant loud buzzing of people bargaining or advertising. The girl kept walking, her violet orbs searching of a shop that sold some materials needed for her first attempt at crafting in Elder Tale. Her crafting subclass was a blacksmith and she had wanted to make her own weapon, or weapons since she would need two as she is a swashbuckler, and wanted to stop using her starter daggers. A small shop caught her eyes and she darted around some people and approached the store.

It was a small old house with a metal sign over the wooden door. “Sells metals and other materials.” The girl read out loud the small words that were etched into the metal, which seemed to simply be a description for the shop instead of a name. Valerie’s eyes searched the exterior of the house, in hopes of a name, but found none. Shrugging her shoulders, the girl took a deep breath and placed her hand on the handle, turning it and pushing the door open. Valerie jumped slightly when the door’s hinge creaked slightly and a soft bell rang, signaling her arrival. The girl grimaced and mentally scolded herself for being so jumpy, but one could not blame the socially awkward girl. There seemed to be no one else in the shop at the moment as everything in the shop seemed to be incredibly still. Inside the shop, there were a small variety of weapons, staves and tools on display and a large counter on the opposite end of the room. In what seemed to be a back room, a soft rumbling sounded behind the metal door behind the counter and the door opened and out walked a middle aged man with a large leather dirty apron. Soot dirtied the man but he wore a kind and happy smile.

“Hello! How may I help you today, miss?” The lander asked in a deep, gravelly voice from infrequent use, but his tone was kind and friendly. In response, Valerie smiled softly and walked up to the man. “I was looking for some materials for a new weapon. I was planning to make my own dagger.” She said softly, afraid of talking too loudly in the quietness of the small shop. The man smiled back, nodding in understanding and bent down to pick something up from behind the counter and placed a large tray the counter. “Come. See what kind of metal you would like.” He said, waving her closer to observe the different metals. The young girl’s face flushed, feeling bad for standing so far away and quickly moved closer. It was clear that she was rather afraid of the man when it was rather unnecessary.

She peered through the collection of metals before looking up at older man’s face and smiled sheepishly. “I’ve never done this before, so what would you recommend?” Valerie asked the blacksmith. The Lander chuckled and smiled softly at the young girl. “You remind me of my daughter. Willing to try new things without knowing what she is getting into.” He commented, making the swashbuckler laugh awkwardly, not knowing how to respond. “Anyway, I assume you are a level one blacksmith so I would advise you to get a basic one. It is cheap but will make you a better weapon than your starter dagger. You can get a better metal once you level your blacksmith level.” He informed the girl and held up a piece of crude metal and handed it to her. Valerie nodded and accepted it, feeling the cold rock in her hand. “Is this all?” She asked the man. The swashbuckler knew almost nothing about crafting, but she would assume that making a weapon would require more than one material.

The man seemed confused by her question for a moment before laughing and he smacked himself on the head, making Valerie’s eyes widen in concern and confusion. “Of course not. Silly me for not remembering.” The blacksmith said and bent down once again, confusing the girl even more. As the man straightened up, he placed small piece of coal and a small bottle filled with liquid. “These are for you. Coal to heat the furnace and this is quenching oil to cool down the metal after. And that’s it!” He exclaimed and pushed them toward the girl. Slowly, the girl reached for the items and looked up at the shopkeeper. “How much is all this?” She asked, hoping she had enough. “5 gold per item, which comes to a total of 15 gold.” The lander calculated out loud. 15 gold was not a lot for the girl at the moment, just about one day’s meals, and she happily pulled out the amount, handing it to the blacksmith. As soon as the transaction was made, the items disappeared and a screen popped up in front of her, showing the new additions to her inventory.

Words: 872

[Valerie]

“Thank you.” The swashbuckler said with a smile on her face. “No problem. I’m Christopher, by the way. May I know your name?” Christopher asked the young woman politely. “I’m Valerie.” The dancer said simply to the blacksmith with a small smile. “Well, it’s nice doing business with you, Valerie. Good luck with crafting your dagger.” The Lander said kindly and waved goodbye to the girl. Valerie tilted her head politely at the man and turned around to leave, but whorled around when she realized she had forgotten something.

“Wait, I forgot something.” She called out to the blacksmith who was just about to pass through the back door. Christopher paused and turned around to face the small girl in his shop. Valerie’s head bowed as she explained her situation. “I need another set of the items.” The girl said softly, embarrassed that she had forgotten that she was a dual wielding swashbuckler and needed two new weapons. Valerie heard a soft chuckle and a hand patted her head and when she looked up, the blacksmith’s brown eyes were filled with amusement. “That is alright, if you forgot. At least you remembered before you left.” He said kindly in his gravelly voice. Bending down, he collected the materials and placed them on the counter for Valerie. The swashbuckler pulled out 15 gold and handed it to Christopher. Once again, the items disappeared and a screen appeared in front of the swashbuckler and she tapped it away.

The blacksmith had a sly smile on his face as the girl looked back up. “Anything else you need?” He teased the girl like a father and Valerie smiled playfully in response. “Nope! That should be everything. Thank you, Christopher.” The girl chimed in a light melodic voice, almost imitating a song bird. “No problem. If you ever come back, you may be able to meet my daughter, you reminded me so much of her. I’m sure you two could be good friends.” He said softly, thinking about his daughter. “Perhaps…” Valerie responded quietly. “Anyway, I’ll be taking my leave now. Goodbye, Sir.” She said, turning around and waved to the blacksmith. “Good luck crafting!” The man called out before turning around to enter his work room once more.

Words: 375

[Valerie]

The small swashbuckler walked into the Christopher’s forge, behind the blacksmith. The small room was about half the size of the store, but supplies and other materials filled up the forge, stacked dangerously high above Valerie’s head. There were several smaller work tables lining the walls and a standard workstation in the middle, with different pieces of worked metal scattered on it. A large collection of tools were hung up on the walls while some were lying around on the tables. A fireplace like structure sat on the far end of the room with a large, heavy looking anvil between the fireplace and table. “Sorry. I don’t clean this place often because not many people come in here.” The Lander apologized while trying to clean up while walking, but Valerie shook her head with a smile on her face. “Don’t worry about it.” The swashbuckler replied, dancing around the many obstacles before reaching the large table in the middle of the room. She opened her menu and pulled out one set of materials and placed them on the work table.

Christopher walked over to the fireplace and pointed a finger toward at the glowing embers in the pit. “Valerie, this is called a hearth and you will need it to heat up the metal before you are able to make anything out of it.” He informed the young woman, who nodded in understanding, going into learning mode and absorbed everything the blacksmith said. The blacksmith continued to walked around the forge, showing her the different tools on the walls, pointing out two hammers, a pair of tongs, a hot chisel and a cold chisel for carving and cutting hot and cold metal’s respectively, and finally the anvil, which she had already known. Finally, Christopher finished and turned to face the swashbuckler, who had an eager expression on her face. The man patted Valerie on the shoulder and guided her toward the workstation where her materials sat.

“So do you have any idea what is the first step for crafting?” He asked the girl, genuinely curious about how much she knew about crafting. Valerie looked up at the man, before turning back to stare at the items, looking for an answer. On the table sat a slab of metal, coal and a bottle of oil. The dancer was rather stumped at the blacksmith’s question, but with the small knowledge she had gain from watching movies in the real world, she knew she needed something to heat the metal that would become her dagger and took a wild guess. “Use the coal to heat the metal?” The novice blacksmith responded, unsure of her answer. “Very close. That is the second step.” Christopher said kindly. “Because we are working with very hot metals and a fire, we need to be safe. So the first step is to put on protection.” The blacksmith said, pulling out a smaller leather apron and gloves from under one of the small tables. He handed them to her, signalling for the smaller girl to put them on and she quickly slipped the apron over her head and pulled on the gloves. Thank God for Elder Tale’s system with sizing, or else both the apron and gloves might have been too big for the small swashbuckler.

The blacksmith looked over Valerie and nodded approvingly, a small grin pulled the corners of his lips up. “Don’t worry, you look fine.” The Lander said quietly, a fatherly tone clearly heard in his voice. “Anyway, next we put the coal in the furnace and push the bellows a few times to pump air into the hearth to feed the flames.” Christopher told the girl, walking over and pumped the bellows once, making flames appear and the coals grew brighter, letting the girl take over. Valerie grabbed her coal and tossed it into the hearth and pumped the bellows a few times, causing the temperature to rise and heat up the coal. The blacksmith grunted in approval before asking the girl another question. “You seem to be a smart girl, so go do what you have to.” The Lander said. Valerie stared blankly at Christopher for a moment before her eyes widened, remembering. “I remember!” The dancer exclaimed, a smile appeared on her face. “Good, now do it. You’ll be fine.” Her teacher encouraged the novice blacksmith with a smile and a pat on the back.

“Okay then.” Valerie said softly, rather unsure about it, but she walked back to the table and picked up the piece of metal and placed it on top of the coals in the center of the hearth. The two stared into the fire for a moment before the Lander turned his back to the furnace and walked over to a short coffee table in the corner with two stools for people to sit. The blacksmith sat down on the short stool, groaning like an old man, and waved Valerie over tiredly. The swashbuckler walked over and sat down on the remaining chair, staring at the furnace. “Now we wait. While metalworking can be tiring, it is also very time consuming because you have to wait for the metal to heat, then after to cool.” The blacksmith stated, before looking around his work room. “Would you like something to eat?” Christopher asked the adventurer as he got up, walking to a food storage. “That is alright, thank you. But do you have something to drink?” Valerie asked her throat a bit dry from the heat of the fire. “Yes, how does some tea sound?” He offered, which was a good idea to the swashbuckler. “That would be amazing, thank you.” She said before turning back to the fire.

The gracious man came back with two cups of hot tea and handed one to Valerie. “Thank you.” She said softly, sipping it slowly to avoid burning her tongue. “No problem.” The man replied simply. The swashbuckler was growing slightly impatient, waiting for the metal to heat up and went over to check, but the blacksmith just clucked his tongue and motioned her to sit back down. Valerie did as she was told and sulked a bit, not wanting to simply sit around and wait. Deep laughter reached her ears and she turned to watch the blacksmith quizzically. “You’re quite impatient, child. Perhaps you can learn that from crafting. So for now, just relax.” He said, amusement clearly heard in his voice. The dancer nodded and sank deeper into her chair and her thoughts.

The swashbuckler heard her name being called from a distance, as her eyes fluttered open to peer at the voice. It was the blacksmith and she was still in the forge. “You did a great job at relaxing. But next time, just make sure to be aware of the time.” The Lander commented and shook his head in amusement. Valerie had sunk so deep into her thoughts that she had become unaware of everything around her. As everything came back, the girl jumped to her feet and rushed to the hearth to peer into the fire. “Is it ready?” She asked excitedly, unable to hide her enthusiasm. Christopher nodded and placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder to calm her down a bit. “Steady there. We need you to be calm for this.” He chided the small swashbuckler, who nodded and taking a deep breath to calm herself. “Now that the metal is hot, what do you do?”

Words: 1242

[Valerie]

“Now that the metal is hot, what do you do?” The blacksmith had asked the girl. Valerie pondered on the question, looking around for a potential answer. Her violet coloured eyes settled on the pair of tongs that lay on a nearby table. In an almost trance like state, the novice blacksmith walked over and picked up the tool with her right hand and a simple hammer with her left. Without a word, Valerie walked over to the furnace and used the tongs to pick up the glowing piece of metal and placed in carefully onto the anvil. The skilled blacksmith watched the girl curiously, noticing the sudden change of personality within her. He carefully guided the girl, telling her what to do in a gentle voice so he wouldn't break her concentration. “Now, use the hammer to shape the unformed metal. There is no need to hit too strongly, for the metal is quite malleable at the moment.” He said, slightly worried that the adventurer was going to smash the hammer into the metal.

Valerie nodded absentmindedly and tapped at the metal with her hammer with control and consistent hits, shaping and flattening the metal into a short thin blade. The girl’s entire mind was focused on the task, like how she would in any other job. Completely focused on her one task and drowning everything else out. She had heard Christopher’s voice but it seemed faraway and hushed compared to her current world of metal hitting metal and the fire crackling in the hearth. As she worked, the dancer began to hum a soft melody that was in time with the steady hammering, as if every hit was a beat in a metronome. Her sight began to blur, fusing images of her desired weapon and her metal’s current state. The metal had elongated from the hammering, but did not have the thinness she desired and the bright orange-ish metal had begun to fade, darkening as it cooled.

Instinctively, the girl used the tongs to place the slightly cooled metal on top of the middle of the burning hot hearth. The fire raged higher as the girl pumped the bellows, heating up the metal. The elder blacksmith nodded in approved, before comment out loud. “That should be good enough.” Christopher told the girl who nodded once and pulled it out of the furnace and placed it back onto the anvil. Valerie held the elongated metal and increased the tempo of her song and lightened the strength of each hit and pace to match her song. The edge of the blade became thinner and thinner until it formed a sharp edge. Valerie smiled slightly, drawing back into the real world for a bit to ask her teacher a question. “The blade is done. Now the grip, right?” The girl asked softly, still focused on her current project, making it as sharp as possible.

“Yes, the handle. Make it to fit your hand, but don’t touch it. It’s hot.” The blacksmith said warmly, not wanting to draw out the girl’s concentration. Valerie nodded and looked down at her incomplete weapon before standing straight up and looking around the room. Her dark violet eyes spotted a two chisels, one for carving hot metals and the other to carving cold metals. She grabbed the hot chisel in her hand, begun to shape the blunt end of the weapon. Using the tongs to hold the metal still, she carved out the handle of the dagger, curving it slightly to fit her hold. Her song became lyrical and fluid, flowing with the smooth carving, and the handle began to smoothen and curve, creating a comfortable grip for holding. She carved slight indents into the weapon, defining the handle from the blade. The blade and handle was smooth and curved where needed, but the handle looked bare. With the chisel, she put light pressure on the handle and began to carve smooth swirling designs. Each stroke was light and shallow, never digging deep into the handle.

At the moment, the weapon in front of her bore little resemblance to the dagger in her mind. Valerie pondered on the thought, wondering where the differences lay. She noticed the uneven surface of the blade and hummed to herself, realizing how she needed to correct it. Using the chisel, she carved the blade, making it flat and smooth to touch, though the female never laid a finger on the hot metal. Finally satisfied with the result, Valerie remembered Christopher’s words about the quenching oil, how it was used to cool the metal. The novice blacksmith set the hot metal on the anvil and picked up the oil and nodded to a basin that had some oily reside on it, questioning her teacher. “Yes, use the basin.” And the girl poured the liquid in the basin. Though it didn’t look like much, but there was enough to fill the up the basin.

“Now, you use it to cool your weapon.” The elder blacksmith said, moving out of her way. The adventurer used the tongs to pick up the dagger and plunged it into the oil, causing a soft hiss as the hot metal hit the oil. Valerie drew the glimmering weapon out for the basin and placed it carefully on the work table. Christopher handed the young woman a dirty cloth, and she used it to wipe down the blade and handle, removing any oil and remaining soot. She polished it carefully, and her ideal dagger slowly appeared. It had a nine inch sharp double edged blade made from the pale metal that shone like the moon in the night sky, reflecting light but never blindingly bright. The handle was about six inches and had light swirling designs that resembled waves that caught the light whenever the weapon was turned. In total, the weapon was about fifteen inches long, a tad shorted than her forearm. When she deemed it clean enough, the girl removed her gloves and slowly reached to grab onto her new weapon.

Words: 1005

[Valerie]

As her bare hand touched the weapon, a screen popped up, causing the girl to almost drop the dagger. The screen asked for a name and description. Christopher walked up behind her and peered over her shoulder, reading the screen. “So now you can name the weapon and create a description for it.” The Lander said before stepping back to give the girl room to think. Valerie wanted to give it a good name, a name that fits her first craft. She fixed her eyes on the dagger in her hand and spun it in her hand, making it catch the little light that was in the room. Valerie held it up close, observing the pale silver-ish blade, and saw her violet eyes reflected in the mirror like metal. The novice blacksmith smiled and placed the dagger down carefully, knowing the perfect name for her new weapon. She placed her hands on the interface and began to type. “Nightshade.” Valerie said softly. “Eyes that go from gray to purple in the moonlight, at night. Nightshade.” The dancer said louder than before, explaining the reason for the name, though it made no sense to anyone except herself. Nightshade was Valerie’s last name back in real life. She had thought of that name when her dark violet eyes peered back at her though the mirror. The metal had made the colour look lighter, almost identical to the colour of her eyes in real life.

The girl stared at the weapon for a moment before turning back and typing out the description furiously. [Nightshade is a flower, a name and a poison. This weapon may not have a poison, but its sharp double edged blade can hurt both the wielder and its enemy…]

When she was done, the girl paused for a moment before hitting the enter button on the screen. Valerie was hesitant to submit what she had written as the description for her weapon. Sensing the young woman’s hesitance, the elder blacksmith placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder, patting gently. “You can do it.” He encouraged, knowing the worried that were floating though the novice crafter’s mind at the moment. The Swashbuckler looked up at her teacher and smiled at him grateful for what he had done for her. The man simply smiled back and nodded toward the screen in front of her, signaling for the girl to finish the craft. Valerie turned back and took a deep breath, and tapped enter, making the interface fade into nothingness.
They stood in silence for a few second before Valerie broke the silence. “Sir, now that my weapon is finished, what do I do next?” She asked her teacher, instead of letting Christopher do the questioning. “You can either make a sheath for your weapon or make your other dagger.” The Lander answered, letting the girl choose. “Sheath? How much would that be?” The girl asked the man. She had only paid for three items; a metal, a coal and a quencher. None of the materials remained and none were meant to create a sheath for a weapon. The Lander walked over to a drawer and pulled out a piece of leather. “Nothing. You don’t have to pay anything to make a sheath, it is given that every weapons needs a holder, so it’s your choice to make one or not.” The man said, nodding for the Adventurer to come over. Valerie walked over and peered into the drawer. There were a collection of different leathers; hard and soft, light and dark, rough and smooth. The girl ran her hand over the skins, amazed at the collection. “Wow.” She said softly.

“Choose one.” Christopher said as he turned around and walked over open a different drawer. The brown haired Swashbuckler’s immediately went for the smooth black leather that had caught her eye the moment she saw it. She held it up to her teacher who laughed lightly when he saw her choice. “It suits you.” He stated humorously. It had not seemed to surprise the blacksmith that the black clothed Adventurer had chosen a black leather of a hilt. The Lander walked over and presented the girl with a needle, some thread, and a knife. “Use whatever you need.” He said before adding. “Oh, and you should probably make another on for your other dagger.” He reminded her.

Valerie nodded and took the item. “Thank you.” She said and walked back over to the table. The piece of leather was quite large, probably enough to make two identical holders for her daggers. The girl took her new weapon and measured it against the leather before using the knife that the blacksmith had given to her. She cut out the leather and shaped it to her weapon before taking some thread and inserted it though the eye of the needle. Then, she carefully wove the holster together forming a hold for the dagger. It had a belt loop that could be hooked onto her belt. When she finished making an identical holster with the same process for not yet made weapon, she slipped her new dagger into the sheath but the leather was a bit too soft and changeable. The girl turned around and held up her problem to the Lander. “Can I do anything to make the leather harder or sturdier?” She asked, looking around for anything that may help. Christopher simply nodded and walked over to the hearth. Valerie followed, slightly confused but carried both sheaths. “Heat makes the leather expand and while it cools, it shrinks. So use this to your advantage.” He said cryptically and stepped aside.

Valerie just stared blankly at the man for a moment before gasping softly in realization. There was a small basin of water beside the furnace and the girl reached down to test the water. It was a cool and refreshing, the perfect temperature to cool leather. The girl grabbed a pair of tongs and carefully placed both pieces of leather near the furnace, but not in the fire, just close enough to heat the leather. She held it there for a few seconds before dipping it into the cold water. The leather hardened and thickened slightly, creating a sturdier holster. She tested it by placing her new weapon into each sheath and smiled when both seemed to fit perfectly. The Lander walked over and grunted in approval. “Now, time to make your other weapon. But first let me comment about your first craft.” Christopher said.

Words: 1083

[Valerie]

The Swashbuckler looked nervously at the elder blacksmith, not sure what kind of comments to expect. She braced herself, hoping for the best as the man opened his mouth to continue. “For your first craft, it was surprisingly well done. You seemed to know what to do without needing me to tell you.” He complimented the girl, but didn’t give her time to let it get into her head. “You were extremely focused on your work which is good. However, you should never be so tense while crafting. You are not forcing the metal to move and change shape, you are helping the metal move.” He said wisely. “Overall, good job. But next time, try to keep yourself on earth while you craft. And it was a very beautiful song you sang.” Christopher ended and patted her on the back encouragingly. “So keep going, I have a feeling you’ll become a good blacksmith one day.” The man said with a fatherly smile on his face. Valerie smiled in return and thanked the blacksmith. “Thank you.”

The Adventurer walked over to the work table and placed her finished weapon and both sheaths onto the table. She opened her menu and pulled out the remaining items in her inventory. Valerie observing her metal carefully as it looked very different from the previous metal. It was rough and quite dark, like a large piece of black rock, contrasting the silvery white dagger that lay on table. Her brows furrowed slightly, wonder if it was just bad lighting or it was a darker metal, but shrugged it off and quickly pulled on her gloves, tossed the coal into the hearth and used the tongs to place the strange dark metal into the hearth. After she placed down the tongs, the young woman pumped the billows twice then began to hum, staring into the hot furnace, creating a warm smooth song that matched the golden-orange flames that grew from the hearth.

As the metal began to glow, the song’s tempo increased as she swayed slightly, feeling the beat pulse through her body. Valerie smiled happily as the possible image of the weapon began to craft itself in her mind instead of a dance. It was strange, but the change was welcome. Finally, she deemed metal hot enough as it glowed brightly within the flickering flames. The Swashbuckler grabbed a pair of tongs and hammer and pulled the burning metal out of the furnace. She placed it carefully onto the anvil and began to hit it rhythmically. It was the beat of a waltz, her favourite dance, emphasizing the first beat while the last two beats followed lightly. The dark metal began to elongate and stretch, forming a nine inch blade and a cylinder shaped handle.

The metal’s glow began to fade as the novice blacksmith simply lifted the metal and placed it gently back into the furnace, heating up the metal again. When the semi formed weapon began to glow brightly once more, Valerie lifted it out with her tongs and switched her hammer with a chisel. Her song became a smooth waltz, one that linked every note together like every stroke she made with the chisel. The dagger’s blade began to thin and sharpen on the edges. When she was done with the blade, she moved onto the handle, crafting a similar swirling design on the handle. As the weapon in front of her began to merge with the one in her mind, the song slowed into a soft and steady waltz, in time with her own heartbeat.

The corners of the Swashbuckler’s mouth quirked up a bit as at almost finished product. Carefully, the girl balanced the metal on the anvil and grabbed the remaining material, pouring it into the basin and the bottle disappeared as it had no purpose anymore. Valerie picked up the still glowing metal with the tongs and plunged it into the basin, causing a soft hissing sound as the glowing quickly faded. When the metal stopped glowing, the girl withdrew the weapon from the basin and turned around to place it carefully onto the work stained table. The Swashbuckler took the dirty cloth and dipped it into the basin of cool water, hoping to clean it a bit before wiping down her weapon. Then she began to wipe the soot and oil off the weapon, revealing her new dagger. As the dirt came off, the Adventurer’s breath caught as she stared at the weapon. As much as she scrubbed, the weapon remain pitch black, dark as obsidian. Reluctantly, the girl finished cleaning the rest of the dagger and stared down at the solid black blade.

Christopher walked up beside her as he sensed her discomfort as she slowly removed the protective gloves. “The weapon came out quite nicely. What’s wrong?” The blacksmith asked, staring down at the girl’s craft. “The metal was black.” Valerie stated, instead of answering the Lander, who just laughed at the girl’s statement. “Yes the metal IS black.” He replied, emphasizing the current state of the metal. “It’s rather hard to tell what color a level one metal is, so it’s not surprising that one was that light and the other is almost black, although the combination would be very striking on a girl like yourself.” The blacksmith teased, amusement clearly heard in his voice. The young woman pouted, but shrugged and took a deep breath before reaching out to grasp her new weapon.

The screen popped up once more, asking for a name and description for the new weapon. Christopher stepped back and sat down on his short stool. “Take your time and think about it. I’m sure you can find a good name for the weapon.” The Lander encouraged as he quietly sipped his tea. Valerie sighed and picked up the black weapon, spinning it around in her hand to observe it from different directions. The dark blade didn’t reflect much beside a weak glare, but the metal was smooth to touch and the edge was sharp. The girl thought hard, thinking about all her experiences in Elder Tale, everything back at home. “Shadowbite.” The girl said softly as the begun typing away on the screen in front of her. Then the Swashbuckler quickly continued tapping away, writing out a description for her dark dagger. [This dagger blends with the night and the shadows. Its sharp nine inch blade can cut and pierce into both the enemy and the wielder, similar to how no one can escape from their own shadows…]

When she was done, Valerie tapped the enter button and the screen disappeared, leaving the girl alone with her two new weapon. She smiled and slide the black dagger into its sheath and tapped away at her menu, causing both weapons to disappear into her inventory. The Adventurer sighed softly as she looked around, slightly unfocused by crafting two weapons at once. Christopher stood up and smiled at the young woman. “So you’re done now.” The blacksmith said softly. “Yes, I am. Thank you for teaching me.” The girl said, bowing slightly to her teacher, who shook his head. “Not a problem. In fact, come by anything you want to craft anything. It was refreshing to watch someone else craft once in a while.” The Lander smiled and patted the girl on the shoulder. Valerie nodded and begun heading to the door. “Well, it’s getting late. Thank you for everything! Bye, Sir.” The girl said, waving goodbye as she passed through the door and walked out of the blacksmith’s shop. As she stepped out of the Lander’s shop, the moon’s pale glow greeted her, making the girl smile, thinking of her two new weapons. Perhaps the girl would come back later to make something, maybe some new equipment for the Swashbuckler.

Words:1300

[Valerie]

Once again, Valerie entered St. Pancreas Station, heading to the only shop she has ever entered in the area. Her level ten daggers were becoming a bother to use as she would have to be a close combat fighter and her weapons barely had any reach. After watching various different players fight, the Swashbuckler thought about changing her daggers for long straight swords. The weight of the swords would be a definite difference when switching to the heavier weapon and doing faster tricks with a sword would be much more difficult compared to a short dagger. However, she had the slightest idea of the weigh difference between the two different weapons and was prepared for the change. The girl was only a simple dance in real life, before being sucked into the game, and had never fought using weapons such as swords, daggers, and guns. Although Valerie had a hidden interest in such things and would love going painballing with her male friends, and she had enjoyed watching her friends play their sport, whether it was fencing, or judo, she was entranced by all weapons.


After a fight with some darkness monsters, the Swashbuckler realized how useless physical attacks could be against elemental monsters. It bothered her greatly, not being able to do anything but slash away at the physical resistant monsters, slowly decreasing its health at a painfully slow rate. That called for a weapon reforge which was going to be a lot of work, but something she was willing to do in order to have less work when fighting against physical resistant monsters. The girl had thought about making a series of different weapons, each with aligned with a different element. One with darkness, one with light, one with water, one with earth, one with wind, one with fire.


She still wasn’t too sure whether to keep one of the elemental weapons as her main weapons, and keep it equipped most of the time, so she was currently simply making new weapons for herself, two long straight swords. Valerie had a brief idea of how the weapons would look. It was the bare minimum sketch of an idea, but it was good enough for her and she had decided to go back and make the weapons. Valerie was an efficient person, not liking to waste time on little embellishments and pretty things. It could be most easily seen in her choice of clothing, accessories, and design of her weapons. She had recently employed a high leveled Blacksmith to craft a level appropriate weapon, a long straight sword that was a level 50 weapon. She hoped it would be ready soon, excited to try and hunt with her new weapon, a sword which was quite different from her usually short daggers.


It was tedious and expensive work, crafting for herself, for she had to create two of the same weapon, if she wanted to duel wield. Of course, the girl had tried to quickly gain the skill, Fencer Style, which would boost a single weapon when not duel wielding, which was useful when she had lost one weapon, with only one remaining. As she continued to increase her levels, the girl gained a series of different skills. The girl hadn’t had much of a chance to use them, as she was crafting quite a bit during the past few weeks.


Approaching the shop, Valerie grasped the handle of the door and pulled it open, entering it silently, though a small bell rang softly throughout the shop, signaling her entrance. Like most days, the shop was empty, but today, the heavy door was cracked open and was radiating heat. The girl stared at it blankly, before rushing over to see what was happening, worried about her teacher. She slipped through the door and blinked furiously, trying to force her eyes to adjust to the poor lighting in the forge. Valerie coughed lightly as the heat made her lung heavy and forcing her chest to constrict, trying to regulate her breathing, making sure it was not too slow and shallow, or too deep and fast. Or she would begin to choke and possibly faint. It was a pretty warm day, but the heat of the forge was simply too overwhelming for the girl. She limped over to the closest table and placed a hand on it, trying to support herself, closing her eyes, trying to center herself. She never did were well in the heat and greatly disliked it. Loud repetitive hammering filled her ears, continuing to overwhelm her senses.


Suddenly, it clanking stopped and the heat began to slowly fade into the normal temperature of the forge. She felt a warm hand touch her shoulder and heard Christopher ask if she was alright, taking her by the arm and guided Valerie to one of the small stools in the forge. The girl sat down and heaved slightly, hating the heat, wanting to go back to Snowdonia and sink into the deep snowbanks, breathing in the cool frigid air. The hand on her arm disappeared and soon an ice cold cup was placed into her hands. The girl cracked her eyes open a bit and peered into the cup, seeing some water with ice cubes floating in the liquid, she quickly downed the drink, panting softly when the cup was empty. With the cold liquid in her system, cooling her down, the girl cracked a tired smile and looked up at the Blacksmith. “Thanks.” She said, weakly as the girl leaned onto the wall beside her, letting the coolness of the stone wall absorb some of her heat. “No problem, Valerie. So what brings you here today? Are you planning to craft another accessory?” The Lander asked, sitting down on the other stool, opposite of Valerie.


Feeling better, the girl stretched out her body and stood up from her stool, looking around the forge. “No, this time I was thinking about making a new weapon and reforging it with an effect.” The girl said simply, her eyes still rather distracted as she continued to scan the workshop. The man nodded absentmindedly as he followed her gaze, unsure of what she was looking for. “Why was your forge so warm?” The girl asked suddenly, blurting out in the silence that had fell upon the rather quiet duo. The Blacksmith’s face shifted into a grin as he realized what she was looking for. “I was making something new, trying out a new craft. It requires a very high leveled Blacksmith, so you don’t have to worry about being fried from the heat.” The man said humorously, chuckling softly as he took a sip from his own ice cold drink. The Dancer nodded as she stopped searched for the source of heat.


The teacher and his student sat quietly in the silence of the forge with the occasional crackle from the hearth as it continued to burn. Waking up from her senses, the girl sat up straight and turned to face Christopher. “Do you mind me crafting a weapon right now?” She asked, realising the man was in the middle of a project when she had waltzed in and almost fainted from the heat of the forge. The man shook his head and smiled at the young woman. “Don’t worry about it. Just craft to your heart’s content. I did invite you to come at any time to fulfill your crafting needs.” He said reminding her of the first time she had stumbled into his shop with the desire to make her own weapons. Valerie nodded and begun walking unsurely toward the small apron on the wall and slipped it on also with some protective gloves. “Go ahead.” The man continued to urge the girl, who nodded and shook off any worries and doubts and settled into work mode.



Words: 1305
(OOC: 1/3 of weapon craft)

[Valerie]

Valerie waltzed over to a display of metals and picked up a large chuck of silvery metal and a dark glossy metal, comparing the two before nodding to herself and whirled around to face the Blacksmith who simply made a panel appear in front of Valerie for the purchase of the metals. The girl skillfully manipulated her own menu and pulled out a small bag of gold and tossed it over to the man. The two metals disappeared once the man’s hand made contact with Valerie’s money and the panel in front of her changed, indicating the new addition to her inventory. The girl tapped a few times and made the metals reappear on the table beside her. Picking them up, she twirled around and hopped over toward the hearth, picking up a few coals and tossed them into the hearth before spinning on one foot and pumped the billows twice to reheat the furnace, causing the flames to rise up once again, warming up the forge. Waiting for a few seconds, the girl tossed the two metals into the hearth, letting it heat up. The girl quickly opened her menu and checked the time, before closing it again and walking back over to the small stool, settling down and hummed a soft tune to herself as she tried to pass time patiently.


From his stool, the Lander had a soft smile on his face, one that was proud and content as he watched the Adventurer create her own craft. The girl was a fast learner, like most other Adventurers in the Unfounded Kingdom, and most likely everywhere. Sitting on her seat, the girl leaned back onto the cool stone wall and closed her eyes for a bit, a smile popping up on her lips as she sighed softly in content. She had gotten used to working in a forge, even if she had only crafted her two daggers and two accessories before. The dim lighting was comforting and made the Adventurer want to curl up into a ball and fall asleep by the foot of the hearth, though it was quite dirty, maybe she’ll just bring over the stool from the small coffee table. The girl chuckled lightly to herself and pressed her cheek into the cool wall. She had been eyeing some housing buildings recently, looking for a place to call home. The Dancer had accumulated quite a bit of gold from her adventurers and she had enough to employ someone else to make a level appropriate weapon for herself, because she hadn’t spent enough time on her crafts to make one for herself. It has cost her quite a bit, but being a level 50 Swashbuckler meant she had some gold to spare for a level 50 weapon. Note that she had purchased a single weapon, not two which a dual wielding Swashbuckler would usually use. Being a Swashbuckler had its perks, being one of the top classes that had the highest damage per a second because they would wield two weapons at once. However, it meant twice the amount of gold spent on weapon purchases. Thank goodness for the Swashbuckler skill, Fencer Style, which increased the damage a single weapon could deal, which would allow the girl to have a much more flexible fighting style.


After a few minutes, the girl stood up from her stool and picked up a pair of tongs and hammer that were lying on one of the work tables nearby. As she approached the furnace, Valerie saw the two metals glowing brightly in the hearth. She picked up the one of the metals with her tongs and rested it on the anvil. The metal was rather unshaped and bore a raw appearance, so the girl began to strike the glowing metal with the hammer in her hand, reshaping the chuck of metal, making it thinner and stretching the length of the metal, creating a rough outline of a possible blade of a sword. Hit after hit, the metal continued to change, stretching out and lengthening as each clack rang through her ears like an annoying metronome.

To be completely honest, the girl didn’t hate metronomes. Valerie had picked up various instruments as a young girl and in high school, and as her various music teachers had said, the metronome was her best friend. The girl had always cringed because the metronome felt like a chain that bound her to the music sheets, not letting her fully express herself within the music she was playing. However, as she grew older, she began to appreciate it more as it kept a band or orchestra together. That is, until a time change is indicated in the music, breaking the consistent pace they were previously going at.


The time change in her steady and repetitive hits happened when the metal was relatively thin and a few inches longer than her arm. The Dancer abruptly stopped her hammering and picked up the metal with her tongs and placed it back into the hearth, but kept time in her movements. Once the newly change metal was back in the furnace and pulled out the other chuck of metal, lifting it out of the hearth and holding it out to inspect it a bit before settling it down onto the anvil and begun hammering once again, settling back into the familiar beat of each hit. The new piece of metal began to slowly reform from its clumped from into and artistically crafted draft of a potential weapon. When the new clump began to look almost like the other metal’s sibling, but not a twin, not yet completely identical with the other metal, the novice Blacksmith placed it back into the furnace as it was beginning to cool down visibly, making it more difficult to work with.


When both metals were both glowing brightly in the hearth, Valerie pulled out both metals with her tongs and placed them on the anvil right next to the other so they were touching and overlapping a bit. Holding the two metals with her tongs, the girl began to hammer the metals together so that they would begin to merge together in the center. As the metals began to fuse together, the girl began to hammer out the edges of the blade, tampering it off on the two long sides of the metal for she was making a double edged straight sword. It took quite some time for the two metals to fully become one, but in that time, the metal had already cool quite a bit and needed to be heated once again. So once she was finished with merging the two metals, she placed the metal back into the furnace.


Once the metal was back in the furnace, the girl placed the hammer and tongs on the table beside her and looked around the forge. Spotting a large basin beside the hearth and a sprout where water could possibly come from. She walked over and removed her gloves, and then dipped a single finger in water, testing it out. It was rather warm or room temperature of a lack of better words. It was most likely warm from the heat of the forge while Christopher was previous crafting. Valerie pulled the plug and allowed the lukewarm water drain from the tub. When the basin was empty, the girl stuck the plug back into place and turned the knob of the sprout and icy cold water ran out, filling the newly emptied basin. Being the curious girl she was, Valerie dipped a single finger into the water and a childish smile appeared on her face before sinking both hands into the cold water. As she fingers began to numb slightly, she pulled her hands out and shook the water off them. The Dancer placed her newly ice cold hands onto her cheeks and giggled lightly as her cheeks warmed her cold hands.


Taking a quick peek into the furnace, the girl went back to work, slipping on her gloves once again and picked up her tools that lay on the table, waiting for her to use them. Walking back to the hearth, she picked up the metal and moved it to the anvil, hammering a few times before she stopped and stared at it for a moment. The metal bore the rough outline of her weapon, but was still very unrefined from the hits of the hammer that made the blade bumpy and uneven. Valerie’s eyes widened a bit as she remembered what she needed to do. It had been a while since she had first crafted her twin daggers. Balancing the hot metal onto the anvil, the girl walked over to a work table littered with tools and placed down the hammer, picking up a chisel. She inspected it briefly before heading back and begun working on the sword once again.


With the chisel, she smoothened out the metal, removing all the bumps and leaving a smooth trail behind with each stroke. Valerie continued refining the blade, making the edges sharp and thin. Stroke after stroke, the metal looked like the blade of a straight sword, but without a handle. The novice Blacksmith stared at the blunt end of the metal for a few seconds before grabbing her hammer, and then began to shape the grip of the sword. She held the sword with her tongs and continuously hit the end of the sword as she turned the weapon on its side, letting the hammering shape the handle into a slightly sloped grip for the hand to hold the weapon.


When the handle was fully formed, the girl’s movements began to slow until it came to a full stop. She stared at the cooling metal for a bit before coming back to her senses. She carefully lifted the sword off the anvil and walked over to the large basin of cold water. Valerie took a deep breath before plunging the hot metal into the icy cold water. A loud hissing sound filled the forge as a bit of steam rose from the basin. The girl held the sword in the water for a few more seconds until the forge returned back to its usual silence, or rather however silent it could be with the hearth crackling softly. Lifting it out, she walked to an empty spot on the work table and gently placed the weapon down, removing her tongs carefully, making sure not to scratch the metal. Leaving the weapon on the table, she placed the tongs down and grabbed a cloth to polish and clean the newly crafted weapon.


Removing her gloves, she took two cloths in her hands and began to polish the weapon, cleaning it from any grim or soot that may have collected and was not removed by the water. Rubbing the blade gently, Valerie was careful not to press down onto the sharp edge of the weapon. As the sword began to reveal itself, the girl’s face remained expressionless but she had seen the result of her work. As she finished cleaning off the sword, the girl stared at it for a bit before wiping her hands a bit with the dirty polishing cloth and reached for the weapon.



Words: 1873
(OOC: 2/3 Weapon craft)

[Valerie]

The moment her fingers touched the weapon, a panel popped up in front of her, asking for a name and description for the weapon, as usual. She sighed and slowly placed her hands on the keyboard of the panel and began typing, keeping her eyes on the weapon in front of her. [Poison of Deceit] was the weapon’s new name. Valerie pondered on the name, unsure whether to use it or not. The dual coloured blade was a strange sight to see. Having both a night black metal and a pale silvery one, side by side was odd enough, but the merge of the two different coloured metals was jagged and rather unsightly to the girl’s eyes, but she had to write a brief description anyway.


[This sword is a twenty four inch one handed straight sword made of two different coloured metals, a black metal and a silver metal and is clearly divided in the middle. The handle of the weapon was lightly hammered and shaped to fit the user’s hand and is without a leather grip, like most swords. The shallow indents in the metal allow the wielder to have a better grip on the weapon.] Valerie lifted her hands off the panel and sighed, still rather unhappy about the appearance of the weapon, half-heartedly wrote out a name and description for the weapon, then tapped enter, approving the new weapon.


The naming screen disappeared and a smaller panel appeared in front of her, indicating the new addition to her inventory while the new sword disappeared. Valerie hummed softly, slightly annoyed by the constant appearances of the screens. She opened her menu and brought out her new weapon, holding it carefully, weighing it in her hand. She swung it around carefully, making sure not to hit anything around her. It was a good enough sword, but the appearance was the one thing she greatly disliked about it. Sighing softly, she set the weapon down and began to make a sheath for the new sword. Walking around the large table, she searched through a pile of leathers and pulled out a large piece of dark brown leather. It was incredible coarse and thick, but had a smooth outer skin. She stroked it gently and brought it over to her weapon. Grabbing some measuring tape, she stretched it out along the length of the blade and pinched the ends of the tape with her fingers, marking the exact length and placed it against the leather. With her fingernail, she made a shallow indent where the tape ended before rolling it back and placing it aside.


Taking a small piece of white chalk, Valerie marked out the shape of the sheath, where she would stitch the sides together and where to fold to create a covering for the weapon. When she was done marking, the girl leaned back a bit, staring at her work and tapped her chin thoughtfully before nodding and placing the chalk aside and grabbed a sharp knife. Carefully, Valerie traced the outline with the knife, pressing hard so that the knife would cut through the thick leather. Grunting softly, the girl finally finished cutting the leather and tossed the remaining piece back into the leather pile in the corner of the forge. She wandered around the workshop for a bit before picking up a thick needle and thread. Unraveling the thread, Valerie guessed how much she needed. About 2.3 times the length of the leather. The girl noted to herself before pulling out the correct amount of thread and looped it through the needle, promptly knotting the ends before turning her attention back to the leather.


Folding the thick leather, Valerie pressed down hard to reshape the material the best she could without heating it. Huffing slightly, the girl took the needle and pushed it through the leather and began to stitch the material together, forming the sheath. Pushing the needle in and out of the thick leather was a painful job for her fingers. If she was back in the real world, her fingers would not be hurting as badly as they were at the moment. The tips of her fingers were calloused from playing stringed instruments; ukulele, guitar, and violin. They all had caused Valerie’s soft, delicate fingertips to be hard, calloused, and tough from holding down the hard strings. However, she had not touched an instrument in Elder Tale and her hands were soft to touch, which were strange for her. Oddly enough, Valerie had missed feeling her calloused fingertips. Enough that she was beginning to want to purchase a violin or guitar to get her callouses back.


In the real world, Valerie’s body was pretty messed up from dancing. Her joints would crack nonstop, her feet were also calloused with veins popping out, and her back could bend in so many different ways that she could appear to be inhuman if she wanted to. In Elder Tale, the Dancer was given a new body; one that was perfect and unflawed, but were not what Valerie wanted. Once the reality of living in Elder Tale settled in, she could often be seen stretching her body and training herself back to her normal standards, but that would be almost impossible in the game world where Adventurers never die. Now thinking about it, she began to doubt whether she could actually develop callouses.


Sighing softly, the girl brought her attention back to the workshop and stared blankly at the semi-finished sheath. Robotically, she grabbed her sword that was lying on the table and slowly slides it into its new leather home. Valerie continued to stare blankly at the weapon in her hands until the display time at the corner of her vision flashed quickly, signalling a passing minute. She flinched slightly and blinked rapidly, trying to remember what she was doing. Reforge? A voice chimed in her head, gently reminding her of her purpose of crafting the new weapon. Ah, yes. Valerie nodded to herself before turning to her teacher. “How would you reforge a weapon?”



Words: 1010
(OOC: 3/3 of Weapon Craft)

[Valerie]

“How would you reforge a weapon?” The girl had asked, tilting her head to the side. A strange grin twitched across the Lander’s face at her question. Valerie simply stared at him blankly, waiting for his answer. “Well… You simply reforge it… Remake the weapon.” Christopher answered after the forge had become silent for almost a full minute. The Adventurer’s brow furrowed as she tried to process the new information. “So I simply have to remake my already made weapon?” She asked, still a bit confused. “I have to use the same metal and remake the weapon?” Valerie asked again, not allowing the man to answer her first question. Her teacher simply laughed before attempting to smother it by covering his mouth. The Swashbuckler’s face began to heat up, not because of the forge, but because of slight embarrassment. As the laughter died down, Christopher nodded. “Yes, that is all. You simply have to use your old weapon to make a new one out of the same metal.” He said, finally answering the girl’s question.


Valerie nodded in understanding, and then she whirled around and begun her work. She slipped her protective equipment back on, putting the gloves onto her hands. With her gear correctly put on, the Swashbuckler grabbed the pair of tongs that were lying on the table. Carefully, Valerie picked up the sword using the tool and carried it over to the furnace and placed it into the center of the hearth, over the glowing embers. The girl frowned slightly as the fire seemed to have died down and pushed the billows flats twice, pumping air into the base of the furnace and the fire blazed brightly once again. She stared at the fire for a few seconds before placing down her tool and leaned against the work table behind her, crossing her arms over her chest and closed her eyes to prevent them from drying up in the heat of the forge.


Now, Valerie had to wait for the recently cooled metal to heat up once again in order for her to reforge the weapon. Reforging the weapon would give her a chance to change the appearance of her newly crafted weapon. She disliked the appearance of the sword and was slightly happy that a reforge would give her the chance to remake the weapon. However, the girl would have liked it more if she could have done it right the first time. But she can’t always get what she wants, right? The Adventurer sighed softly and opened one eye lazily to check the metal. Almost ready. Then she shut her eye and sank into her thoughts.


“Um…” The girl heard behind her and Valerie whirled around, her eyes snapping open and her hands reached for the two blades at her waist. She straightened up and relaxed as her eyes adjusted and caught sight of Christopher with his hands up in front of him in defense. Smiling slightly, she tilted her head to the side, questioning her teacher. The Lander simply nodded over to the furnace behind and sent her a worried look. Slightly confused, the girl turned around and peered into the hot furnace and her mouth dropped open. The metal had heated so much that it had almost become white and shone brightly within the hearth. Valerie’s hand darted out, grabbing the pair of tongs and quickly pulled it out of the furnace. Using two hands, the girl carefully maneuvered the hot metal onto the anvil and balanced the weapon on it carefully. Once she was free of holding the metal, Valerie grabbed a hammer and hot chisel and started smithing.


Placing the chisel onto the table beside her, she clasped the heated metal with her tongs, and the girl began to hammer the metal lightly. While hammering, the girl’s arm twitched slightly and twisted the metal slightly, twisting when the blade was supposed to be. Her eyes widened, slightly worried but an idea popped into her mind. The girl used the hammer to hold down the blade and continued to twist the metal with her tongs. The thin blade soon began to look like a spiral, or rather a screw. When the entire blade part of the weapon was twisted, the girl began hammer the spiral flat from the hilt of the weapon, making her way to the tip of the blade. With each hit, the spiral simply meshed into a flat piece of metal, the edges jagged and pointed outwards. When the blade was completely flattened, the girl continued to hit the blade, making it as flat and wide as possible. The blade began to enlarge along with the jagged edges.



Words: 779
(OOC: 1/2 Reforge)

[Valerie]

Valerie frowned slightly at the craft in front of her. She didn’t want to make a jagged sword and had wanted a typical straight sword. Her eyes flitted over to the hot chisel on the table beside her. She swapped her hammer for the chisel, and then drew a thin outline of a long straight sword onto the thin blade. Once a shallow indent was pressed into the hot metal, Valerie pressed the chisel down hard into the metal, cleanly breaking through, cutting it along the lines she had previously drawn on the metal. She kept pressing into the metal, removing the jagged edges of the blade, reforming it to a thin, smooth blade. Taking the scraps of remaining metal, the girl meshed it together into a chuck with her hammer and tossed it back into the hearth. Maybe she could make something out of the scraps of mixed metals…


Turning back to the newly cut sword, the girl began to sharpen and smooth out the edges of the weapon, making it sharp once again. The tip of the chisel ran along the edge of the blade, angled slightly to create a sharp edge and at the end, a sharp thin point. When she was finished, the girl turned the weapon and eyed it carefully before setting it carefully on the anvil, balancing it before turning her back and walking away. The girl headed to the large basin and pulled the rubber stopper out, letting the water drain from the tub. Once it was empty, the girl stuck the plug back in place had turned on the tap, letting icy cold water run and fill the basin. Once it was a bit more than half full, she turning the tap off and headed back to grab the weapon.


Using the metal tool, Valerie picked up the weapon and slowly walked over to basin and plunged the hot metal into the water and some cool water splash out of its container and onto the girl’s bare leg. The Dancer shivered slightly in surprise, but continued to hold the weapon in the water. As the glowing metal faded and stopped glowing, the girl lifted the cooled weapon out of the water and placed it down onto the empty work table. Valerie turned around to face the table littered with crafting tools and such, and then switched the pair of tongs for two separate polishing cloths, one in each hand. She walked back to the work station and began to polish the weapon, cleaning off all the dirt that still remained after being plunged into water.


Careful of the sharp edge, the girl wiped the blade clean, revealing the newly reformed weapon. It was shiny and the blade was no longer split in half, dividing the two coloured metals. Instead, the colours were twisted like a coil, but flattened into the shape of a blade. Valerie smiled softly, happy with the result of her new craft. Placing the cloths down, she reached and touched the weapon. A panel popped up in front of her, indicating the new reforge effect that had been placed on the weapon. [Level twenty five elemental weapon damage: Fire]. The girl nodded to herself before tapping the screen away, with another one popping up in its place, telling the Adventurer that her newly reforged weapon was added to her inventory and the said weapon disappeared as well.


She hummed in satisfaction as her job was currently done. Turning around, the girl bowed to the Lander and thanked him for allowing her to use his forge once again. Like always, the man simply shook his head and reiterated his enjoyment in watching her craft. Valerie simply shrugged in return before darting through the heavy metal door and out of the shop. With the bright smile on her face, the girl couldn’t wait to try out her new weapon.



Words: 648
(OOC: 2/2 Reforge)