Lost in the Woods[Mentor][Crafting]

[Aira]

In this strange

new world we must find ourselves

Aira was hopelessly loss. All she wanted to do was find some materials to make into armor and weapons. After all she needed all the practice she could get. But now she was just following this stream in a vain attempt at finding anything remotely close to civilization. How was it that one could get so lost, that's right it is called an complete lack of direction sense. She hated her luck and now she was going to die out here, Well she would end up back in town but she didn't want to do that unless she had no other choice. That was when she saw it an house, and not just any house it had a forge she noticed as she got closer and closer. She looked around to see if anyone was outside, wondering but finding no one.


To think that things had changed so much, she thought of herself as herself. She was comfortable in her skin and had found that her lack of direction sense had translated into the game. Which really sucked as this was the umpteenth time she was lost. This was beginning to be the story of her life. AT least she had found some sort of structure , she wondered if anyone was home. but then again she wanted to look at the forge, it wasn't everyday you stumbled across such a nice forge.


It strange to think that out here in the middle of wherever she was, was this house. She let her curiosity get the best of her and soon she was looking at the forge. One day she wanted her own forge. To forge anything but she wasn't sure how to do it. She had picked the class but hadn't managed to do much other than get the basic supplies She got distracted admiring it all so she was just sort of standing there for who knows how long. Just looking at it, making sure not to touch. Even though every fiber of her wanted to. Aira finally placed her hand on the anvil, she smiled, cold and waiting to craft something, anything someone wanted. She had always wished in the real life to do something like this and now in this world she could really become an blacksmith. It was impressive.


The fact was that this world she could live in a way she could only dream of so even if she was lost and confused she was better off than she had been before. So now she just had to take her time to look for a way back home. At least something to craft with. It was funny how comfortable she was in this world. It was like everything was right. So didn't want to go back so she worked her hardest to make something in this world. Hopefully she could do something, she just needed to find either enough money to buy the materials she needed or the raw materials themselves. Hopefully that would end up happening. After all this forest surely had something for her.

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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Water. Pure and clear, the lake simply existed around his body as Dorian gently swam along the bottom of it, brushing his hand over the dirt and grabbing clumps of it to throw upwards, causing large plumes of dusted clouds to burst through the water, as if silent explosions were going off in his hands. No doubt he was making little marks upon the surface, bubbles and ripples that indicated there was life beneath the water's edge. Without blinking, he continued to swim forward, glancing around to see the various small aquatic creatures moving around him, disturbed by the sudden massive life force plunging past them.

You seem to be enjoying yourself, the Shikigami spoke softly, mentally watching him from the back of the Shaman's mind with a smug grin on her face, the fox tail perhaps a little jealous at the experience he was having. Dorian merely nodded, unable to speak for fear of flooding his lungs with water as he swam up off the floor of the lake slightly and moved to the very centre, glancing around to see all of the life around him swarm and swim with renewed energy now that there weren't such large currents being made by his movement. This was what it was like to live underwater, to face the cool, clear world beneath the waves. It was mesmerising.

At that moment, Dorian began to hear gentle footsteps from above the surface, the sound of leaves crunching under boots. Someone is coming to visit, it would seem. Aurelia observed aptly, as always saying what the both of them were thinking. With a curious expression dawning over his visage, he began to slowly swim upwards towards the surface, the light of the sun becoming more and more visible as he approached. As the ripples began to grow larger above, the Shaman emerged from the water with a loud splash, gasping for a long hard breath of air before letting his body float comfortably at the top. Brushing his hand through his wet, soaked mop of brunette locks, his eyes trained on the small, feminine figure stood beneath the awning of his forge.

"Hello there," he muttered to himself, not recognising the young girl from afar; perhaps an Adventurer or Lander who had followed the stream and wandered too far from civilisation, finding themselves outside his home. Try not to spook her, will you? Rolling his eyes, Dorian extended his arms forward and began to swim towards the bank where his house was situated, his long strokes causing larger ripples behind him as he slowly approached the water's edge. As the ground began to level towards his feet, he began to walk instead of swim, fighting against the pressure of the water and shaking his head to dry it off of the water that had collected, the brunette locks quickly puffing back up to their usual curly, straggly mess.

From a nearby stump, the Shaman collected his discarded clothes - at the moment he was in nothing but his olive long pants, having gone shirtless to go for his swim - and began to replace them on his slightly damp form, though the sun was quickly drying him off faster than any towel could. Slipping on his green T-shirt and then of course the all-weather black polyester jacket, the cashmere lining sticking to his form. Dusting himself off and squeezing on his leather boots, he curled his lips into a smile as he began walking over towards what seemed to be a young fox tail girl. "You know, it's usually customary to introduce yourself before you go touching a man's anvil," the Shaman spoke teasingly, glancing at the young lass' hand on the cold steel of his forging anvil; it had unfortunately seen little use thanks to his focus on Scribing, but who knows what uses a Forge could bring in the future, he had reasoned.

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Notes: Current Attire - Neourban Threads
Word Count: 649
Tags: Aira

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Aira]

In this strange

new world we must find ourselves

Aira jumped suddenly at the sound of someone's voice.She turned at once to see it was It was another person, a man to be specific. She retracted her hand and found herself backed into the little forge area. She hadn't planed on it but it sort of happened. Instincts she guessed. She looked at him and had to admit he was impressive watching him dress and approach. She blushed profusely at his comment. " I am sorry.. I didn't meant to, but well it is just so beautiful, I have only ever used the ones in town that they will let anyone use, and they are in such disrepair its not like this forge, so pristine it looks like it has hardly been touched. I just couldn't help but touch it." She said looking up at him, She didn't often meet a ritual, the race that was like humans but not quite. She a fox tail had her tail, which being black, stood out as it moved too and fro. She had gotten use to her tail and ears and had to admit she hardly noticed them now, they were just part of her. Moving as part of her body's natural response. .

"I am Aira..." She blurted out not sure what else to say. " I was lost.. and well here I am, and I was hoping to find whoever lived her and I couldn't help but look at the forge. Sorry, I will go, I was just hoping that maybe you might know how to get back. I am lost." She said blushing more. She really hated how incompetent she was when it came to direction. She really needed a map.Perhaps she could figure out how to get one of those. That would be handy, really handy. Aira looked at him and kept her eyes there, she was so much more confident now that she was this. She loved being in this game, so even lost it was a wonderful day. The problem was that she was tired of being lost and well this house was her only chance so she was going to try to get help from this lovely man. After all he seemed nice. "You wouldn't happen to be able to help me, I am rather new to the whole adventurer thing, I don't even know where I am. " She admitted the sad truth, she had no idea where she was.

Aira had been through a lot in her time here, and most of that was get use to being seen as her new self. She liked it all but still it had taken time to get use to it. She smiled and felt her ear twitch with the sound of a bird. She could hear so much better than she could remember as a human. It was funny how one could adjust like she had been over time. Just as moving her tail was nothing more than a slight thought, she could hear things small and large much easier now. She actually had to block it out in the city. It was a learning experience to be sure. Now she was here hoping that he might know the way back to a town.

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ulla

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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The Shaman was bewildered by the young girl's sudden reaction to his arrival, unsure if the blush donning her cheeks was just out of embarrassment for touching the anvil, or perhaps from seeing him without his shirt on; he felt a little sorry for the fox tail, as she no doubt had just stumbled upon his cabin and was apologising for something she could not control. That being said, Dorian quickly shook his head at her, chuckling softly with a reassuring smile curling over his palette. "No need to act so nervous, miss, I'm not going to do anything to punish you," he muttered finally, moving to stand on the opposite side of the anvil from her, glancing down at the wooden stump plinth that he had rested it on when he set up the building and it's forge.

"It is indeed a fine anvil, and I can't blame you for enjoying it's beauty; nay, I may just thank you for the compliment!" Planting his hands over the cold steel that formed the anvil's surface, he leaned against it, letting the sturdy structure support his weight as he conversed with the girl, who finally introduced herself as Aira. "Ah, a pleasure to meet you, Aira," he repeated, choosing not to extend his hand for a shaken gesture, for the sake of the girl's supposed innocence and fragility. "My name is Dorian, I'm the owner of this house, and by extension, this anvil and forge." His eyes finally glanced around at the forge set up under the awning that came off the front of the house, the heated forge itself built into the front facing wall with the anvil propped up in front of it.

That was when Aira went on to explain her predicament, how she had gotten lost, and had found his home and forge, as he had suspected. Hearing her quickly apologise once again, he patted the cold steel in front of him, curling the corner of his lip up into a smirk as he shook his head. "I can certainly show you the way back to Sarum, or even as far as Londinium if that's where you'd prefer to go," he started, stepping away from behind the anvil and standing instead directly beside her; standing at 5 foot eleven, Dorian towered high over the young fox tail Sorceress. "Though it sounds like you've been walking a while, and might need some rest; I can take you back to civilisation if you'd like, but you're welcome to stay and recuperate before you head out."

She went on to explain she was quite new to the adventuring life, which was quite obvious from her rather innocent demeanour. With a gentle nod, Dorian rested his hand on Aira's shoulder and gave it a soft rub to reassure her, his lips curled into a fine smile as he spoke. "Of course, I'd be happy to help you out; I wouldn't be much of a Shaman if I didn't support as many people as I could." With that, he crossed his arms over his chest, flicking his wrist to bring up the interface in front of him. "Here, let me show you this..." Directing her on the simple flicked motion of opening her interface, he followed her through the steps to find her skills, where the Call of Home button was left glowing and unused.

"This skill here, if you ever find yourself lost and wanting back to civilization, simply use it; it'll send you back to your currently set 'home city', which for you would likely be Londinium," he explained, showing her how to use the skill in case she needed it. "If you want to reset it to a different city, just hold it down when you're within it's borders." After going through that with her, his eyes fell to her crafting class on his own interface, labelled as 'Blacksmith'. With an excited smile, he gestured her over towards his forge and anvil, his arms remaining ever crossed over his chest. "You know, if those shabby free use forges back in Londinium aren't doing it for you, I'd be more than happy to show you how to do some crafting right here in my Forge."

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Notes: Just to let you know, my tag is 'serenityspace', not 'dorian'.
Word Count: 705
Tags: Aira

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Aira]

In this strange

new world we must find ourselves

She relaxed, he wasn't mad. She gave a confident smile now, feeling much better now that he wasn't actually upset with her. She had to admit she was worried. After all she was a girl all alone in the woods, it was a scary place for a lone female. She watched him admire the anvil and watched, knowing she couldn't blame him. She had found a fondness for the forge. "Nice to meet you Dorian,I wouldn't mind a chance to rest, I have been walking a long way.. She thought about it, curious which she wanted. She decided that she would go whichever way was easiest on the man near her. She had to admit he was quite nice. She leaned against the anvil and smiled looking up, she was 5 foot 2 with black fur on her ears and tail. She had black hair that went all the way to her butt. It use to get in her way but she was use to it now.

The help on the call of home was really just what she needed. That would get her home at least. He was so helpful she didn't even really know what to do. She took it all in however and paid attention to it all the best she could. After all Aira could use this to get by. The home button alone would help her alot when it came to her complete lack of direction. She could appear home. It would be great she thought. Certainly save her time. Then he offered to help use the forge, now that was something she couldn't pass up. "Really? You would help me like that?" She asked with a huge smile on her face. He certainly knew how to brighten up a girls day.

the fact was that she really didn't know much about crafting and her practice hadn't got her very far. She looked at the forge, this one looked like it could make things better than the stuff she was use to. She wondered what he had in mind. "I would love to work on crafting with you, just the chance to use a forge like this would be so exciting. " The large smile was still on her face as she looked at the forge and then the man. "So how will we go about this, I have collected some supplies on my way here so I am a little set but I have only managed to do what people of the land have taught me. when it comes to crafting, it is alot of work but the result is nice." She looked at him then the forge and placed her hand on it again. She couldn't wait to try and was already to start if he was. "You really are too kind, I will admit you are the first shaman I have met, so I don't know much about the support they provide. I am very very grateful for it though as you have already taught me a great deal.

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ulla

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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The fox tail seemed incredulous at his offer, though to be fair, most people wouldn't give free access to their well-built forge to just anyone that stumbled into their path. But, Dorian was nothing if not generous, especially when it came to helping those in need; so, in reply, he merely smiled and nodded his head reassuringly, making sure Aira knew he wasn't messing with her. "Of course! It's not every day I meet an aspiring Blacksmith like yourself," he began, gesturing to his interface to show that he had read her stats from it. "Besides, since I'm a Scribe, I don't really get to do much with the forge, so it'll be nice to let it run some steam and perhaps we'll make some awesome things here together!"

Aira explained further that she had brought her own supplies with her, but that she was inexperienced in the ways of crafting and how to make specific items. "Don't worry, I should be able to help you out, but I may be limited in my knowledge; like I said, I'm not a Blacksmith myself, so stuff like material and recipes is up to you." Moving across to the forge itself, the Shaman began to pull some of the chains that hung loose from it's bricked and mortared ceiling, causing the heat to build up within it's main compartment, the fire crackling and burning at a tremendous temperature, fit for heating up the metal of blades and armour pieces.

"You should be able to find all the basic recipes available to you in your interface, under the Blacksmith tab," he directed as he worked, setting the forge up for the young Sorceress while he helped her find her way through the interface vocally. "Find something there that requires a single level in the class and we can begin!" Once the forge was emitting a large enough heat, Dorian released the linked chain pulley system and stepped away, dusting off his hands to remove the bits of charcoal that had collected on them. Once his hands were clean, he carefully removed his heavy jacket from his shoulders, hanging it up on a nearby rack to keep it out of the way of the crafting procedure that they would be going through.

Rubbing his hand up and down the bare skin of his forearm - still a little bit damp from his swim just moments ago - Dorian approached Aria with a gentle smile, watching her flick through her interface in search of the recipe list. "I would recommend we start with something like a weapon or armour, which would go under something like Metal Equipment," he continued to direct, crossing his arms over his chest to wait patiently, before finishing up his train of thought. "See if you can find a recipe like that, and I'll gather up the rest of the things you'll need." There were a few sets of tools and maybe some material items that would come in handy that he could scavenge from the near vicinity, while she picked out her first craft.

Hearing Aira speak up as he rummaged through crates and boxes, Dorian merely chuckled and nodded his head at her admittance to having not met many Shamans. "'Tis true, there aren't that many of us, I don't think; not a lot of people are willing to be healers, makes them too dependent on others I suppose, but I manage to make it work." Opening up a few more crates, he retrieved some hammers and tongs that would suffice for their basic crafts, gathering them into his arms and standing up from the wreckage of his rummaging. Turning in a graceful stride against the heels of his boots, he moved back towards the anvil and released the pile of tools onto the sheen metal surface, hearing the clanging of iron on steel as the hammers and other assorted bits and pieces spread across the makeshift table. "That should do for now, hmm?"

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Notes: Might want to put a [Mentor] tag in the thread title, or in the description, just so mods know this is a Mentor thread.
Word Count: 663
Tags: Aira

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Aira]

In this strange

new world we must find ourselves

She blushed and gave her best smile to Dorian. How was it that he was so kind, she wondered glad that her voice had become a match for her body. She no longer had to use her practiced voice that didn't even work anymore. She was very glad to have such a good helper. The problem was that she really didn't have much clue but with his lesson it seemed the recipe told her everything and helped her body move through the motions. She cycled through them and whistled a tune, it was a classical music piece something by Mozart. Aira was always glad to be in this world, it was days like this where she was getting something done that really brightened up her mood. It was funny how it took her this long to learn how to use the menu like Dorian had taught her. She had been learning how to do everything from the people of the land, which meant it wasn't using the menu.

Aira kept whistling as Dorian went and found things, She selected an sword, she wanted to have a better one, so she chose the recipe and smiled as she watched the forge heat up. She found the metal, and began processing it, melting it and purifying the ore into usable ingots. She watched the impurities bubble up and worked through the process making sure to do it like Donovan had taught her. Though this forge was much nicer than Donovan's. She couldn't believe she got to use it. She removed the pure metal, and let it cool as she began melting more of the ore repeating the process. It was the simple part, the part she had down pat. She didn't need most of the tools that Dorian had been gathering yet so it was good.

She smiled and grabbed tools from the pile as she finished up processing all the ore, gathering the impurities in to a bucket, she offered it to Dorian, not sure what he wanted done with them. They were small amounts of random other minerals and such. Aira let the metal cool and form into its ingot form. After of the metal was pure, she smiled and placed them in a pile ready for the next step. It was funny, how all of this was strange to her at some point but now it was second nature, this part was easy and she had done it for Dorian in turn for the lessons he gave her. She was glad that old man let her help him in his shop. It was people like him that made her realize this was far more than a game, this was a whole new world and the sooner people accepted that the sooner they could make something out of it. She was working on finding ways to make metal like they did in the world they came from. After all if she could make some of the alloys and such that they had there or even new ones using the unique ore and magic of this world. The possibitlties were endless.

Aira looked to Dorian next and pondered if he had anything to guide her or something to say. "I love your place, I hope to get something of my own one day, This whole forge is amazing. I have to say it is an honor to use it. I am very glad and will try to make you anything if I can. I want to repay you somehow." Aira giggled and looked at the tools, glad about the fact that she was here now. This was so nice, and no offence to Donovan but this forge was better. She thought that maybe it was making better things as well. She raised a brow and looked at the ingots, they did seem to form nicer than usual. She would make a sword out of them, but for now she just admired her own work. "I have to say your forge is doing good work so far, I don't think I have ever gotten that many impurities out of the metal before. I am impressed. So what is it you do when not swimming in the lake?" She asked trying to lighten the conversation a bit and learn about her rescuer. After all he had showed her how to get back to a city automaticly, which would save her so so so much time. She would walk though, she learned more and got more out of taking the long way.

758 | @serenityspace | Thread Type: crafting[mentor] | Notes: thanks I put mentor in the title so its more obvious.

ulla

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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Without much to do except watch and teach - and perhaps even learn a thing or two himself - Dorian stood beside the anvil after having placed all the tools out on top of it and witnessed the Sorceress begin her work. It appeared she had chosen to make something of a weapon for herself, taking his advice from earlier as she began. Turning his head away for a moment, the Shaman instead concentrated on sorting out the pile of tools he had haphazardly dumped on the anvil; hammers to one side, tongs to the other, and anything he didn't quite understand the use of to a separate pile on it's own. "This should make things easier," he muttered to himself quietly.

Turning back to stand a little ways behind Aira, he watched as she began to melt the metal within the forge, the hot flames licking over the materials as they slowly processed into purified, shiny ingots, the ore coalescing to form the basic iron metal bits that would then form together to create whatever weapon the young Blacksmith had in mind. The forge was working well, improving upon the crafter's own skill level to form a sturdier craft, and it was showing, as the impurities within the iron quickly diminished to minuscule levels. It was awe-inspiring to see a Blacksmith using a forge, though the Shaman had to occasionally wipe his forearm across his brow to remove the build up of sweat; he could definitely do without the heat.

As she continued, repeating the process with the metal ores to create the ingots, Dorian crossed his arms over his chest, studying the way the metal melted and shaped, almost liquefying within the flames until it formed a shiny ingot with little to no blemishes or impurities. You know, keep staring long enough and you'll see the pointy end of whatever weapon she's making, Aurelia muttered in the back of the Shaman's mind, the Shikigami obviously teasing as she picked up on his lack of tact when it came to giving the girl space to work. Releasing a chuckled sigh, Dorian scratched at the back of his neck, stepping back a few paces to give Aira room as well as allow himself to whisper back to his mental companion without her hearing. "This is my chance to see weapon crafting at work; who knows, their might be something a Scribe could do with it."

Dorian quickly stepped forward as he was offered the bucket, the impurities that had been cooked out filling the container as Aira held it out to him. Grabbing the handle from her, he glanced down at it's contents, giving an approving nod before setting it down beside the forge. "These might be able to create hotter fires in the forge for next time," he reasoned, giving the Sorceress a content smile before letting her get back to her work. Dusting himself off, he walked across to admire the ingots she had formed, rubbing his chin as he studied the smooth texture of the metal. "Those are very well done, Aira... I see you've had a bit of experience with metal, though this forge is known to help boost one's ability somewhat," he explained, patting the fox tail on the shoulder. "Nevertheless, time we hammered these ingots down into a more... weapon-like shape; at least, that's what I assume you're building these into."

Stepping around to the anvil, the Shaman glanced up from the tools when he heard her talking about his house, his features practically beaming back at her with a happy grin at her praise. "It's really nothing special yet, only the basic, cheapest house, but I intend to renovate it further as much as I can, when I get the gold to do so that is." He had built it as a sort of getaway home to escape from the turmoil of adventuring and civilization, but his personal housing had quickly become a favourite spot of his; in fact, it pretty much had become his home, even more so than his room back at the guild housing in Londinium. "That's very kind of you, Aira; I'm just glad this forge finally got some use, it was sitting here all lonely until you came along," he muttered in reply, rolling off a laugh under his breath.

Hearing Aira exclaim that she would have to repay him somehow, Dorian quickly shook his head, holding his hand out to indicate he was against this. "Please, there's no need to repay me with anything; helping out an aspiring crafter is reward enough for me, I assure you, and you've more than thanked me enough with all the compliments to my home and forge." As their conversation continued, the Shaman was caught off guard by her sudden topic change, asking after his swimming and what else he did to spend his time here. "The Moon Dance Forest holds many interesting things for those willing to go in search of them; after all, spirits are said to dwell between the trees," he murmured in a teasing spooky tone, before bursting out laughing, shaking his head. "Other than that... Just the other day I went on a journey with an old friend of mine to an orchard nearby, and there were some amazing apples to be picked."

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Notes: Blacksmith Interaction - 1 Post
Word Count: 885
Tags: Aira

Coded by @serenityspace of LH

[Aira]

In this strange

new world we must find ourselves

Aira smiled " A person of the land named Donovan has taught me some things, it has be most helpful. He really loves his craft and has helped me greatly. I like the house still, it is nice. I like this place its quite, I live in Londinium, a quiet place. " She smirked and grabbed the prescribed number of ingots and melted them together, they were red hot and one solid piece now. She took the tongs and picked it out of the forge and took the hammer. It was nice that everything was organized she gave a nod of thanks to the man watching her work. It was nice to have someone looking out for her. Aira began hammering the metal and focused on the hard part. She had to keep everything hot, she put it back in the forge for a bit to reheat as she looked to Dorain.

"So, could you teach me to put a mark on my sword, I would like to make some sort of trademark but I am no good at that sort of thing.I was hoping a scribe might." She said as she took the metal back out and started working it again. It was a lot easier than the spear tips she had been trying earlier. She felt the sweat build up on her, and blushed, knowing it was part of working on the forge but still. She kept pounding the metal until she put it back in the forge for a moment. "So can we make cross craft things in this world? I have been curious if its possible. But still thank you for letting me use your forge." Aira took the metal out again and kept working on it, her hammer shaping it just right and getting it the right thickness. It was tough to get it just right but she was doing it. "I need to look into that, creating a hotter fire, You can use better metals then, and who knows what you might be able to make if you incorporate magic into it somehow. She smiled those were the things she couldn't wait to get good enough to try. It was the part that she was hoping to do.

She put it back in the forge and looked to Dorian again. "It is nice having someone else here to talk to though, I usually have to just twiddle my thumbs at this point. So what do you think of being in this world? I enjoy it and like it here. I want to stay and explore all the wonderful new possibilities. I don't like how so many are in a rush to try to get out and they miss the wonders right in front of them." She said going back to the almost sword. She would have to add an edge soon and she took it out and hammered the final bits of the sword out. She plunged it into the bucket of water that she imagined came from her rather helpful friend. Smoke rose and she began looking at the sword, it didn't have an edge but looked quite nice. She looked for the method to do such a thing and smiled at him. "So what do you think so far? I think it looks like the best thing I have ever made. I don't know if the forge has anything to do with it but we are almost done. Just have to get the edges sharp and craft the hilt. She said curious how they would make it.

She was beginning to like the art of blacksmithing. IT was nice being able to say you made something people could use. One day she might be able to even make her own shop. She wanted to research things ways to inject mana into the weapons to enhance the weapon and its utility. She couldn't imagine all the possibilities Surely this world had ones she couldn't even think of yet. Aira wanted to make things that people would come from all over to get so she could make something of herself. This was a way to do that as she didn't really enjoy combat. Though for fun she danced, and that was a lot of fun. She needed to do that more she though, maybe she could get a gig doing it for entertainment somewhere. That would be nice, but now she needed to finish the sword, she looked to Dorian and wondered if he had such tools, she was sure she just hadn't noticed them.

760 | @serenityspace | Thread Type: crafting[mentor] | Notes: thanks I put mentor in the title so its more obvious.

ulla

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Dorian HP: 100% MP: 100%

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As he moved back over to the forge where Aira was working hard at the ingots she had forged, Dorian smiled as she recounted on her own story, telling of the Lander smith who had taught her prior to her arrival to his abode. "Donovan sounds like a good teacher; I might just look for him when I'm next back in Londinium," he muttered in reply, watching the fires of the forge as they flickered and waved around the metal, like long, water-y whips that lashed and boiled at the ingots inside. "It is important to draw wisdom from many different places; if we take it from only one place, it becomes rigid and stale. So, perhaps understanding the ways of the Blacksmith will further my work as a Scribe."

The Shaman watched as the young fox tail collected the designated number of ingots required in the craft, heating them up in the flames of the forge and fusing them together into one whole, solid piece. With tongs in hand, he watched as Aira retrieved the piece from the flames, moving it from forge to anvil; with a quick helping hand, Dorian removed the tools from the steel surface, passing back the hammer that the Sorceress would need. I wonder what shape this blade she is making will take, Aurelia muttered from within his mind, watching alongside him as Aira utilised her knowledge of the crafting process.

The area quickly began to ring and echo with the metal tangs of hammer on steel, each swing forcing the red hot weapon into shape, flattening it over the anvil to make it more sword-like. Whenever it got too cool, Aira quickly dipped it back in the forge, rekindling the heat over the metal before returning to strike over it once more. "Hmm?" Dorian had been watching the hammer blows so closely that he almost didn't hear the girl speak when she made her first trip back to the forge, his eyes glancing over from the anvil before he would answer. "Certainly, I doubt it would be difficult to do, especially if the blade is still hot enough. It might be tricky to do without hurting yourself though."

Moving to the pile of tools he had removed from the anvil, Dorian retrieved the one utensil he knew of; called a scribe, it was design to etch lines into metal. With a bit of pressure against a heated surface of metal, it could be used to draw a maker's mark into a material, such as a weapon or armour. "All right, it's simple enough; use this item here - see the pointy end? - and just etch over the surface of the blade what you want your trademark to be. Just be careful not to burn yourself on the hot steel," Dorian explained, setting the scribe down to one side for Aira to use later. By now she was getting the hang of hammering out the blade, her efficiency clearly improving as she went. "I have heard of cross class crafts, yes; though you might want to focus on your own class first, just to have some experience on hand." Dorian nodded slowly, curling his lips into yet another smile.

As she plunged the blade that almost was into the fires one last time, prepping it for the final hammering, Aira once again threw a curve ball at him, raising another interesting topic of conversation. "I have to admit, I was a little frightened of the world when I first arrived 2 years ago; I've only just recently started getting into full swing with my adventuring, and I have to say I regret not starting sooner. It's been amazing." He nodded his agreement, though he wasn't as disgruntled over the people who remained frightened of the world and it's wonders; after all, that had been him for a long time. Dorian understood how dangerous and scary this new realm was, but that just meant he would need to go out and help as many as he could. There was no greater reward then seeing the smile on the face of a newbie Adventurer finally being born.

Once the final hammer blows had been made, Dorian watched the young fox tail plunge the almost finished blade into the nearby bucket of water, cooling it down rather quickly, causing a steady stream of steam to rise from the bucket and slowly vapour off of the sword's steel surface. "Looks good, Aira! Fine work you've done so far, but you are right, the forge has a way of enhancing the ability of the one using it," he replied, thinking on it a little further before releasing a chuckle. "Though, the forge would be more effective if you were living here, but alas we'll just have to make do." With the forging of the blade itself out of the way, the time came to sharpen out the edges and of course wrap up a decent hilt to make it easier to wield the sword in battle. "When you're ready to do the sharpening, the grindstone is just over there," he directed with his index finger, pointing towards the sharpening station on the other side of the forge. "Then you'll need the handle; there should be some leather straps lying around here somewhere."

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Notes: Blacksmith Interaction - 2 Posts
Word Count: 882
Tags: Aira

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[Aira]

In this strange

new world we must find ourselves

Aira looked at the tang and pondered, she found a piece of wood from her bag, it was meant for the hilts, and she smiled as she took the tongs and held the tang into the forge for a bit, getting it nice and hot before placing it between a clamp and thighting the clamp. It was time to burn the sword into the hilt, it would do since she didn't really know many other ways. She put the piece of wood against the metal and you could see the smoke and smell it. She carefully began to hammer the piece of round wood onto the tang. She was glad her lessons were paying off as she slowly let the wood sink over the hot tang. It was crazy to think that she had never known how to do this stuff not that long before. She had loved making stuff before but in this game she was actually decent at it, though spear tips were still thwarting her, she couldn't get them at the right angle.

It was nice to have someone else here, she more meant trying to figure out how to mark the blade, she didn't know what should be her mark. That was what she wanted help in making, something that wasn't too hard yet hard to duplicate if you didn't know the right steps. After all she wanted people to know something was made by her. It was funny how she was at a scribes house making a sword with him. She had to admit it was much easier with the recipe from the menu, she would of never gotten the numbers right. She saw the wood go all the way down and smiled before pulling it off and then cooling in the bucket real quick. Taking the tongs and undoing the clamp before dumping it into the bucket again. She smiled and looked to Dorian. "I want help coming up with a hard to duplicate yet simple enough mark, that can be my own. I gathered you would use something like that to make the mark, but well I wouldn't know where to even begin. " She smiled and put a pre-made cross to protect her hand. Then she took out a tin, and a brush, it was pine resin and she smirked looking up at him as she painted it on the tang, making sure to get every spot before fighting with the hilt to get it onto the sword. She then took the leather scraps and slowly tightened it at just the right size for her hand, and fastened it to the wood. It was a good first attempt, but nothing as fancy as she had seen elsewhere.

Aira sighed and looked up at him. She had to admit that he was really helpful, he had handed her tools and provided some of the materials she had been missing. It was rather helpful. Aira smiled and went to work on the grindstone, carefully getting the edge just right on the blade. It was quite impressive really to think that she made this sword. She would have to make something else next, maybe she could make something for Dorian. It was nice to be useful after all. She would talk but all one could hear was the grating of steal on rock as the edge began to appear, a sword like this wouldn't keep its edge near as well as a higher quality metal but it would work for her. At least long enough for her to level to the point she could use a better quality metal. Aira looked up to Dorian, and back to the blade carefully getting the edge sharp and taking care to do it in a way to not damage the sword. The last thing she wanted to do was ruin it at this stage.

Aira took the blade up to dorian and handed it to him. "What do you think?" She asked with a huge smile on her face, her tail moving as she waited to hear his thoughts. After all she couldn't of made it without his help, his forge was so nice, and it was an honor using it really. She wondered what he had it for if he didn't use it. She thought about his answers and pondered what she should talk back about now that they were done. It was sort of hard talking to a man who was clearly wiser than her. "Thank you for letting me use your forge, it was truly kind of you. Plus your aid made it go so much quicker. I think though I could defintely get better at the whole hilt part. I think that is where I sort of lost most of my points on quality." She said with a blush. It was bad, but would work she thought for what she needed.

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With the recipe almost finished to the letter, Dorian noticed that the crafting was becoming more and more complicated and elaborate with the smith work of the blade; shaping and hammering out metal was one thing, and sharpening it to an edge was another, but melting on a decent section of wood and attaching leather and creating a hilt? All of that almost went over the Shaman's head as he watched the Sorceress work, but he had trained himself over these two years to be focused and vigilant, and information was hard to come by if one did not concentrate. As the forge continued to fill with the loud sounds of crafting, he watched attentively, taking in as much knowledge as he could.

"Be careful not to burn yourself there," he muttered quickly as she went to craft the wooden hilt onto the appropriate end of the weapon, heating up the section so that the two pieces would stay together completely. Alas, it seemed the Sorceress was too deep into her work, though from the looks of it he needn't worry; she had spoken of being trained by a particular Lander back in Londinium, so she was likely more versed in the art of the Blacksmith than he was. Nevertheless, he kept his eye on her, crossing his arms over his chest again as he witnessed the formation of the sword's wooden base handle, ready to be wrapped in the leathers he had found earlier; he just hoped they were enough.

Before that, however, Aira turned to the Shaman and posed her question from earlier, a little differently this time. It seemed she was looking for a specific design for her maker's mark, not the actual process of applying it. "Hmm," he hummed against his lips, initiating a contemplation as he looked between the fox tail and the sword, his right arm lifting up to prop itself on his other arm across his chest, his digits rubbing over his chin to finish the thought-provoking pose. "I could probably come up with something for you, sure..." Flicking up his interface, Dorian opened his inventory and retrieved the notebook and quill, called 'the Blaze', holding them in each hand.

"You keep working on your things, I'll see if I can sketch up something that might suit your needs," he continued, twiddling his quill towards her, the feathered section wiggling against the air in front of him. "You can change whatever I come up with as you please, though." Nodding his head in affirmation of what he had said, he moved on to his set task, opening up his scribble book to a new, blank page. The smell of fresh, untamed paper brought a smile to his face, before his focus returned as he left his brief reverie. "Think think think..." Muttering in an incoherent tone under his breath, Dorian continued his train of thought on what to draw up for the young fox tail's maker mark.

He began first with a basic circle, a shape he had learned quickly to draw free-hand as perfectly as possible, what with all the runes and enchantments involved in Scribe crafting; nevertheless, the circle filled the page and gave him a template to fill once he came up with something. His eyes glanced upwards from his page to see that the Sorceress had finished up wrapping her hilt in leather, and was now moving over to the grindstone to forge on the edges and make the sword actually somewhat dangerous... to level one creatures. The Shaman shook his head, berating himself mentally for teasing the girl, even if he hadn't said it out loud.

What about her eyes? Aurelia directed the Shaman from the back of his mind, turning his attention towards the pair of orbs that Aira called her own; a stark red in colour, quite intimidating if presented in the right way. "Hmm, could do, but it's difficult to convey colour through a maker's mark... Unless..." Dorian quickly got to scribbling, filling in the circle with the sketch of a simple enough diagram of a human eye (or fox tail eye, as was the case in this situation). Then, with the tip of his quill, the budding Scribe began to etch through the eye, forming gentle shadows within the drawing to form a more menacing image. The finished product was a devilish and scheming eye, simplistic enough to transfer onto the fox tail's blade, but just as well complex enough to make it difficult to replicate by others.

With his sketch finished, Dorian moved over to where Aira had just completed the final edges, creating quite a well-designed blade fit for an Adventurer of her level. She offered it to him, asking for his opinion, his hand reaching out to grasp the hilt from her; in the same motion, he moved his other hand forward as well, trading over his notebook to show the Sorceress what he had designed for her. "Tell me if you like that design for your mark," he muttered, stepping back to look at the blade. Holding the leather-wrapped hilt, he gave it a few air struck swings, swivelling it in his hands; it was light, but a little clunky. That was to be expected of a level one craft, however.

His hands moved to the blade itself, holding it just above the hilt and holding it horizontally within the air, watching it wobble back and forth before haphazardly balancing in his hand. "You've balanced the sword well enough, at least for your level, and the blade itself is rather well done; the hilt could use a little work, but that is what practice is for." With a gentle smile, he handed back her sword before answering her again. "And of course, you're more than welcome, miss Aira; thank you for giving my forge it's first test run, and for letting me see a Blacksmith in action." He gave a gentle, respectful bow of his head, holding out his hand in wait for the notebook to be returned. "If you'd like to craft anything further, you're more than welcome to; if it gets late, I'm happy to let you stay here for the night," he finished, gesturing up towards the front door of his abode.

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Notes: Blacksmith Interaction - 3 Posts
Word Count: 1045
Tags: Aira

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