[CRAFTING] Tools that make Home [OPEN + Blacksmiths Needed!]

[dokaragral]

Both the people of the land and the adventurers alike kept themselves busy in St. Pancras Station. Some of them were hard at work, others were relaxing. Many were skilled, and even more were just beginning. Among all the first-timers scattered around the complex, Dokar entered the building for the first time ever. He stopped to scan the massive room with his eyes of scrutiny. The Dwarf grumbled to himself and marched through the various markets. There were many tempting materials for sale, but most were beyond his skill. He would fool himself for moments at a time. A lot of prime woods and pure metals, all handled with awe in the Dwarf's hands until he placed them back on their respective stalls. The information windows in the interface would remind him of his humble levels as he examined each fine material. Dokar then focused on more realistic stalls, much to his displeasure. Tables of rough wood that have seen better days, weak glues and good adhesives that just weren't prepared right. Merchant counters of knobbly, unrefined metals and coals that were undesired. Market surfaces with old Quenchers and uneven sandpapers. The Dwarf ground his teeth together. Dokar was repulsed, but had to start from the bottom. The initial hardship of buying such shoddy materials were over, and the excitement of new goods in his inventory was about to take over. That 'new item' feeling! The possibilities too! This was not so bad. Dokar marched with determination around the various workshops within the complex until he came to a rickety, wooden lathe. The Dwarf patted down his boring, grey tunic and opened up his inventory window. The list shows: x4 Old Planks x2 Old Glue x2 Unrefined Metal x2 Old Quencher x2 Basic Coal With a grunt of certainty, Dokar summoned an Old Plank and rested the horrid material firmly on the workbench next to the large lathe. His enduring, Dwarvern hands were not too disgruntled by the roughness of the wood. But the sight of it bothered him. Next, Dokar brought the second Old Plank out and tested to see if they could sit flush on top of one another. It took a few times turning them over and switching them around, but he had found a sweet spot. He was going to need a wooden wedge for later. Dokar picked up the saw that was stored beneath the workbench. The Dwarvern Housekeeper shortened the planks by three inches. These off-cuts were going to be turned into wedges later. The saw was neatly put back, and the three inch blocks put to one side. With the top Old Plank put to one side, the Old Glue was summoned and strategically poured across the bottom Old Plank. Dokar kept a bit of the glue for later. He placed the glass container of glue down on one corner of the workbench, then stood back. The Dwarf had long, brown hair that slowly crept over his face. To sought this problem, he ran his sticky fingers through his hair, guiding it behind him for a moment. This would only be a temporary fix. He hummed, and picked up the top Old Plank. This was placed with great care and attention over the sticky bottom plank. Dokar remained focus as he lined the two wooden boards together and fixed them into the workbench vices. He let out a great sigh of relief, as all he needed to do now was wait for the Old Glue to dry. A problem played on his mind, he required a Blacksmith. If one could work on his.. metal 'of much character'.. He could finish his two tools... The Dwarf's eyes shot about the giant room, seeking Blacksmiths... Dokar gave out a loud, bellowing voice "Listen up! LISTEN UP!.. I require a Blacksmith to finish my work, any takers? We will discuss prices!"

[MashuRan'na]

There is plenty of metal for the choosing. The market area always provide. Mashu runs her fingers over the goods. So many properties, so many decisions. She stops at a small crate full of blue metal chunks. A faint, warm glow radiates from her. These pieces are especially resistant to water attacks. Mashu allows a subtle smile to creep onto her face. Then the podgy fur ball from the workshop area shouts out.



She looks up to the patchy ceiling high above in an expression of displeasure. Then without lowering her chin, she looks across and down upon the grubby dwarf. An adventurer in need is an opportunity indeed. Mashu, taking long strides of beautiful precision, approaches the rock-dweller with a pokerface. The samurai disregards the people around her, walking as though they should be moving out of her way.



The elf's stride slows to a stop before the filthy dwarf and his temporary workplace. She looks down her nose at him "You can never afford my time" Her icy stare lifts up from the dwarf and gazes far off to the side, as if the smelly oaf was only a beggar in the streets of old London. "Just what exactly are you hoping to create? Tell me.. " Mashu's eyes return to Dokar, piercing him. " ..and perhaps you can pay off your debt to me in servitude. There is a marsh to the north, you may start your service there." The height difference of 2'2" between them makes the spoilt brat feel like a goddess.

[dokaragral]

Dokar saw the towering Elf approach from the market area. He thought nothing of it, surely an Elf would be the last to answer. The Dwarf kepted looking around for responses. Then the penny dropped. Dokar was now under the shadow of Mashu. He eyed her up and down, studying the Elf. The Samurai began talking, and the Guardian listened. Upon hearing her first words, he responded briefly "Hmph" He was expecting such arrogant comments like that from an Elf. Dokar grunted at the word 'hope'. "One! I WILL create these, you pointy-eared princess! Two! If you think I am going to serve an Elf, you have another thing coming! And three! Marshes are very dangerous areas for heavily armoured folk!" He stroked his beard while he thought. His fingers ran down the wiry, solid plaits. Dokar added "I am in the process of making wooden handles. I need a Blacksmith to make me an iron shovel head, and an iron pickaxe head. I have all the materials here.. If you are referring to marsh monsters, I will hammer as many as you need.. But I will not bow to an Elf!" Dokar shakes his fist up at Mashu. The Dwarf then took out two Unrefined Metals, two Old Quenchers and two heaps of Basic Coal from his inventory. These were all placed across the workbench. "Take the deal or leave it, Witch" The Housekeeper attended back to his project. He unturned the sturdy vices and checked to see if the cheap glue had dried. To his relief, the shoddy wood was ready for the next stage. Dokar placed the rough wood into the lathe and picked up the nearby chisel. He put his hefty boot on the pedal below and began to spin the horrid wood. The Housekeeper pressed the chisel against the turning wood, gradually rounding the shaft into a cylinder.

[MashuRan'na]

Mashu enjoys being called a princess, and pointy-ears are rather beautiful. She takes no offense by the little, gruff man. Although, his defiance to serve does conjure a look of displeasure. Then comes a poisonous word... 'Witch'... Her cold eyes quickly fire up. "I will make these tools, so that when you next scratch the soil and grit out of your hair and clothes, you can think of me!"



The offended brat picks up each Blacksmith material high up above Dokar, placing them one at a time into her inventory. She does so in such a way, as if confiscating them from the overly hairy man. "Tell me, beast. Are you afraid of washing? Because you will need to after the marsh... "



Mashu strides off to the nearest vacant Blacksmith workshop. She pours the Basic Coal smoothly across the forge. Then she takes down a hanging scooper, approaching her neighboring Blacksmith "I need some of your burning coals to get my forge going". The blacksmith lander can see no trouble in this, despite the lack of manners, and uses her scoop.



The tall woman returns to her cold forge and pours the burning coal into the center of her forge. Then she pumps the bellows for ten minutes, allowing the heat to grow and become established within her forge. As more coal burn, one of them pops and bounces off her cheek. She is very grateful that it did not strike her eye.



Now that her Basic Coal is burning, she takes down the hanging tongues and puts one Unrefined Metal into its grip. This stage of the process is almost over. All she has to do now is place the metal onto the forge and keep pumping the bellows. Mashu maintains a steady air flow to the forge fire for an additional ten minutes, heating the Unrefined Metal to a bright orange colour.

[dokaragral]

The final stage was at hand for Dokar. He took the cylinder handle out of the lathe and placed it into a vice upon the workbench. The rough handle points straight up towards the extremely high ceiling. Next, the trusty saw was picked up again from under the workbench. The Dwarf aligned the saw centrally on top of the handle, and sawed down for about two inches. Dokar shuffled along a bit to another area of the workbench and picked up the two, poor off-cuts. He placed the first into another free vice and sawed it into a long, triangular wedge. The Guardian collected the first wedge and cylindrical handle out of their vices. He put them away into his inventory and happily rubbed his hands together. The satisfied Dwarf had finished this one project, but had to repeat the process again now. He stopped and glanced over at the distant Elf. The Dwarf did not trust the Elf one bit, but he knew that his own skill was never going to be any better - not at this stage. The Housekeeper's shoddy work, although it did hurt him to admit that in his head, was just as bad as any Elven sabotage. Dokar also thought ahead, the marshland to the north of the city was the last place he would want to fight.. But so far it was the only offer to him for adventure. Who in their right mind would solo in a new world we know nothing about, since the Novashere Pioneers Expansion. He felt that something bad was going to come of him in the Marshland...