Post by Ashtver on Dec 30, 2014 11:50:46 GMT
"Well, I guess it couldn't hurt to get my Blacksmithing skill up..." Ashtver told himself. He was still only a Level 1 Blacksmith, and decided to use St. Pancras Station to get his levels a little higher. Barely a week after the Apocalypse, many wise players found the secret to value in food and crafting: doing it with your own hands. Of course, you would have to be the correct Subclass to craft or cook something, but this way offered more value and customization, and gave more taste to food. He made a promise to a little Fox Tail girl, Aria, to craft her a new Dagger. Barely a day ago, he had saved her as she and her Guardian Bodyguard, Pen Ddraig, were picking flowers for the Fox Tail's older brother. He told her that if she wanted to have him stay with the two, she would have to let him craft a new dagger. She gladly accepted, and here he was, having trouble deciding what dagger to craft. Being a Level 1, it's difficult to find a recipe to craft a better weapon then her real trashy one. The one she currently had was a really short dagger, about 16 cm, with a chip out of the tip of the blade, one edge dulled, and the handle twisted uncomfortably. In other words, it could barely be referred to as a weapon. Why the hell did Aria keep that crappy dagger? He wondered. Well, here he was, doing it anyway. What he had in mind was a basic-looking dagger, with a blade that extends into a diamond shape near the handle, a straight crossguard, a round handle patterned with hexagons and a diamond-shaped pommel [Reference]. All he had to use was the basic metals, a hammer, a forge and a quencher. An anvil may come in handy though, he pondered. He set off to work and got his materials out.
First of all was the blade. He heated a thin bar of metal and began to draw it out using a hammer from the Station. He made sure to belt the sides of the blade to give the diamond shape near the handle its form. He drew out the back of the dagger, making the tang, to be able to slot the handle over it, rather than combining the pieces straight to eachother, allowing no support whatsoever. He kept drawing the blade out and flattening the edges. After he did this about ten times, he reheated the dagger to strengthen it further. If it's not heated right, it'll shatter on contact with a solid object. He dipped the blade section of the Dagger into the quencher, causing a satisfying hissing was released as the hot metal made contact with the liquid. Nearly done, he thought. All he had to do now was sharpen the blade. He grabbed a supplied file from the crafting station and went to sharpening. Back and forth, back and forth he went across the edge of the dagger, slowly sharpening the blade. He had to do this four times too, one on each edge, two edges on each face of the blade. The metal slowly whittled away, the shavings evaporating into tiny sparkles and bubbles as they fell. After five minutes of sharpening, the blade was nice and sharp and ready to go.
Word Count: 558
First of all was the blade. He heated a thin bar of metal and began to draw it out using a hammer from the Station. He made sure to belt the sides of the blade to give the diamond shape near the handle its form. He drew out the back of the dagger, making the tang, to be able to slot the handle over it, rather than combining the pieces straight to eachother, allowing no support whatsoever. He kept drawing the blade out and flattening the edges. After he did this about ten times, he reheated the dagger to strengthen it further. If it's not heated right, it'll shatter on contact with a solid object. He dipped the blade section of the Dagger into the quencher, causing a satisfying hissing was released as the hot metal made contact with the liquid. Nearly done, he thought. All he had to do now was sharpen the blade. He grabbed a supplied file from the crafting station and went to sharpening. Back and forth, back and forth he went across the edge of the dagger, slowly sharpening the blade. He had to do this four times too, one on each edge, two edges on each face of the blade. The metal slowly whittled away, the shavings evaporating into tiny sparkles and bubbles as they fell. After five minutes of sharpening, the blade was nice and sharp and ready to go.
Word Count: 558