[VA/crafting] Arts and Crafts

[Myrddin]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Enchanter - Scribe - Apprentice

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St. Pancras Station, had once been a major center for public transportation but the years had not been kind to it; rust and corrosion had laid waste to the railways, deeming them unsafe. However, the old St. Pancras International wasn't abandoned due to its travel lines being out of commission. No, the beautiful Victorian building was converted by the crafting community of Londonium into a bazaar and crafting establishment. Inside of the station were numerous rooms that were once stores, corridors turned into the main traffic areas with a few kiosk like shops that lacked a physical location like some of the others. A few train cars that no longer functioned were renovated into rooms for the less physically demanding crafting subclasses. Inside some of the train cars were tables that people could use to write or craft on. It was there, inside one of these train cars that Myrddin, the half-alv enchanter sat, slouched over a table; his elbows resting on the table top, his shirt sleeves pushed back revealing his moderately well toned arms as well as the end of his tattoo on his right arm. Myrddin sighed as he roughly ran his right hand over his face in frustration. His muddy water eyes glared at the small pile of old paper and feathers to his right on the table before him. On the left side of the table was a now empty ink well, with a pool of dark ink in the middle of the table, with a small stack of what was just freshly made parchment.

The enchanter lifted his elbows off the table and turned in his chair. Behind him, propped against the wall of the train car was his staff with his enchanter's coat draped over the head like a makeshift coat rack. He reached into one of his interior breast pockets and produced a red and white checked rag with splotches of dark spots all over it. With a half turn to the table he spread the cloth out to cover the ink pool and gently placed it over the dark spot. Then, using the side of the table, he stood and stretched send out a chorus of snaps, cracks, and pops rang out from his body. A long rumbled breath of relief wheezed from his lips and finished with smacking both of his palms against his cheeks. Myrddin returned to his chair for a moment as he looked over his table. "Nope. Not gonna deal with this right now." He stated as he pulled his coat toward him, making his staff follow in tandem. The enchanter caught his coat and let his staff land in the crook of his neck with a decent thump. Gripping the staff firmly and planted the base on the floor and climbed to his feet. Shrugging on his coat one arm at a time the young man transferred the staff to his left and pulled out a small note and left it on his table. 

"Myrddin's, please let it be. Will return in a few minutes."

Over the past few weeks of coming to St Pancras Station, Myrddin had built up a decent rapport with some of the craftsmen. He let them know about how short his fuse was when trying to craft things, as he never did much of it in the world before.  Unfortunately, he let them know in the worst way as he shattered a train car window with an ink well after it too had poured all over parchment and ink quills he had just made. Normally it might not have been a big deal, however those parchment pages and quills were for a request from a low level adventurer, whom had decided that he didn't want to fight and took on a more managerial position in town. The adventurer was an older man named Spruce; Spruce was a dwarf guardian who had partied with Myrddin in the early days after the Catastrophe. He and Myrddin didn't get along at first as the enchanter had gotten his entire party wiped on a low level raid. Despite the fact Myrddin lacked properly functioning legs at the time didn't matter to most in the party. Especially since it wasn't the first time they had to run through the same raid. Soon after the party wiped due to Myrddin, they kicked him from the group. A few weeks later, Spruce had run into Myrddin while in St Pancras and after a short apology he placed a request for some items. With a shake they set on the deal. Luckily after Myrddin's ill met experience with the ink well he still managed to fill the order for the dwarf.

That was a few weeks now. Myrddin nodded to his table and stepped out of the train car without worry someone would mess with his table. Due to his rapport with some of the craftsmen around St. Pancras he could step away for a few minutes to take a breather without fear someone might steal his materials. The craftsmen of St. Pancras seemed to look after one another. It was a refreshing feeling. 

Once outside the train car he made his way toward loading platform b his car was next to. Setting his staff against the wall the rehabilitated cripple placed his palms flat on the platform surface and pushed himself up, turning so he could place his rear on the edge. Myrddin hooked his right foot around his staff and pulled it between his legs so it didn't fall. As he sat on the edge of the loading platform he surveyed the swarms of Adventurers and Landers that wandered about the station. Many were locked in conversation, making gestures toward objects and acting out actions of said objects. A smile crept across the enchanter's lips as he watched. 

His people watching lasted for around fifteen to twenty minutes before he laid back on the platform and stretched; his back arched and his shoulders popped. With a short yawn he sat back up and slid from the edge back down to the tracks. "Better get to work. I don't want to be low leveled in this shit forever." He breathed as he disappeared back inside the train car.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Staff

ABILITIES USED:

Words: 1041

Notes: St Pancras Station Map part 1, St Pancras Station Map part 2
I'm tagging people for just in case you want to join. If not, no biggie.

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TAGS: Saskia, Bailin, Valentine, cortana, Spades, strife, Mitsuru Kirishima, Luiniel, Zarsyth, Pen Ddraig

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[Bailin]

“I need some parts… I have some of the materials lying about; however, I need to do some shopping as my supplies are dwindling and slowly whittling away, probably Oddy who thinks the parts can be melted down because I don’t require them.” Bailin mumbled a tad grumpy, disliking the idea of shopping. A good shopping trip was one where you were in the store for about five minutes, got what you needed and out again. However in this new world he would have to spend a lot more time shopping, browsing shelves and stalls and what not, just to find that one part he would need.


“AAARGH, I just don’t want to go and bloody shop, again… this is dreadful.” Bailin grumbled as he put on his gear and started a quick march to St. Pancras Station, hoping to have a bit more luck with finding the needed parts there, instead of the small stands of both Landers and Adventurers on the streets of Londinium. As Bailin had recently had received some screwdrivers from his mate Oddy he could now start looking for some less specific screws, which was nice, however there was still a need for different sizes of screws, tall, short, broad of small, he could use them all. So far he had made a variety of things, music boxes, mana-shard batteries, attempted to build a ship and typewriter and a skateboard. ‘Hmm, just need to fix some roller blades, maybe work on ice skates as well…. And then all that remains of the known recipes is the lock….’ He thought to himself as he marched further down the road and into the busy St. Pancras station.


As he entered the noise was slightly overwhelming at first, as if one passed a wall of sound, but soon enough the noise could be filtered out, as if one dialled down the sound for ambient sounds or just noise. There were some stalls, mostly foods and drinks, crowded by fellow adventurers and Landers alike. Some other stalls had weapons, armour and other gear and incidentally some useful bits and bobs. Rummaging through the stalls Bailin looked for the parts he needed, coils, screws, gears, cogs and anything that could be useful some day on some project.


WC 377

[Pen Ddraig]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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"Easy...easy..." Pen said slowly as her foot worked the peddle that connected to the spin table before her. Her tongue was pinned lightly between her top teeth and her bottom lip. Focus was her goal here as her hands worked the wet clay, smoothing the curves of the early stages of the vase she had envisioned in her mind's eye. She worked the malleable clay with all the skill of a determined novice. Her leather gloves she normally would wear were set on the floor, under the heel of her planted boot. The pale skin of her hands was covered in the light brown clay, its smooth and soppy texture ran like molasses, creeping slowly down her palms. Pen worked the muscle in her jaw causing her teeth to press into the soft fleshly muscles that made up her tongue. The pressure didn't cause any pain and was more of an absentminded reaction to her focusing on her project.

The battle loving guardian ran her calloused hands over the soft clay; its form was beginning to show signs of meeting the picture Pen had in his head. Upon noticing the similarities she felt a renewed sense of energy as her foot pressed against the peddle, actuating the gears and mechanical servos that caused the table top to rotate. Pen, being naturally heavy footed with her boot on, had made a mistake when she first attempted to craft pottery; she pushed her booted foot into the peddle too hard and too quickly, which sent water and bits of loose clay all around the work station. Since then she had learned to control the weight of her foot and she found that, by using a bootless foot, she could control the speed of the table much more accurately. On the right side of her chair she sat in was her boot, specked and flecked with bits of light brown. She didn't mind too much, as the clay was easy to remove once it hardened.

The owner of the shop, a Person of the Lander named Carlisle, was an artisan whom had been a teacher for many first time potters and sculptors. He wasn't as skilled with a brush on canvas, but if you placed stone or clay in front of him, he could breathe life into it like the creator of the world. Or so, that's how she felt. The beauty of his work astounded her and inspired her to commit to being an artisan rather than picking up something she knew she could do, like woodcutter. Not to lessen the skills of woodcutters, but Pen felt the artisan subclass would bring a new skill to her repertoire and made bring out a new, more creative outlet for her frustrations and emotions than simply bashing and slashing. She was a naturally outspoken and emotional person, possibly brought about due to the heightened sense of empathy she had acquired from birth. There were times where she despised that damn thing, but there were some memories that made that super power of her's worth having.

Pressing her toe into the peddle a slight bit faster, Pen brought her fingers in a fraction of an inch, letting her sad excuse for finger nails lightly trace along the outside of the vase. Lifting her nails periodically gave the vase a inconsistent pattern that the novice artisan found appealing. It reminded her of a visual example of what Morse code looked like. As the table spun, she noticed the subtle formation of air bubbles in the clay. Using her pinkies to carefully expel the air bubbles she smoothed the surface back out. Once the vase had the dimensions she had preset in her head she slowed the table to a stop and picked up one of her small edged knives. It was a carving tool that reminded her of an exacto knife. Using a very minuscule amount of pressure the guardian pressed the tip of the tool into the clay and etched a type of diamond styled pattern that went along with the lines her stubby finger nails had carved previously.

The procedure was a long and slow process, one that would normally have annoyed the hot headed guardian to no end; but there was something about the craft that seemed to calm her impatient nature. She could really place her rough skinned thumb on it but whatever it happened to be, she was glad to have it.

The guardian placed her etching tool down and pick up a slightly thicker one and made small swirling designs on the base of the vase. They reminded her of parts of a musical note from the sheet music she had never been able to decipher. While she still had no idea what the symbol meant, the image was nice and Pen liked it. As she finished with the final etching she placed the tool to the side and stared at the finished product. Marveling at the work she put into it. Carlisle noticed the guardian stop messing with the clay and stepped from the back of his shop to the spot Pen was taking up. His long braid of hair and dark beard were flecked thickly with grey, giving him a somewhat sagely look to him. His small frame maneuvered around the many tables of stone and other crafting adventurers and stopped on her left; his foggy white eyes scanned over the producer of the vase and the finished project. He clapped his small hand on Pen's left forearm and nodded once before moving to another of his unofficial students.

Pen felt her pride well up inside her as the old shop keeper nodded at her. She knew that it wasn't very good, but it was her best work and one that wasn't copied from another's design. Carlisle knew how to inspire people. He never belittled their creativity or berated them for the mistakes; he offered criticism and advice to improve their skills. This was someone Pen felt she could learn a great many things from and not just in terms of artisan skills. The way to man felt with people was a way Pen had a hard time practicing. One day. She told herself as she ran her emerald eyes over the vase she made. One day.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

ABILITIES USED:

Words:1050

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TAGS: Bailin, Myrddin

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[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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The sun peaked over the horizon of the Old Parliament building marking the beginning of a  simply serene afternoon. Saskia had a blissful time leaving the courtyard of the housing district with her new companion, Tessia. A rather ingenious prodigy of alchemy who managed to design a rather superb accessory for Saskia’s equipment. The mana liner shield, which hummed vibrantly around Saskia’s armor. It radiated a fluorescent pink glow which, though wasn’t very intimidating in nature. It harmonized quite well with her bubble gum flavored hair. The horse trotted through the courtyard passed the Parliament building, Saskia gazed up at the beautiful blue birds that fluttered from the rooftops bringing food to their young. It was a clear day outside, and the light blue silhouette of the sky was a stellar sight to gaze upon, as the sun loomed directly over head, signaling that the day was well around noon. Icarus shook his head and neighed lightly as he gallantly traveled, his heavy hooves prancing upon hardened cobblestone. Saskia paused for a moment as she examined the signs direction. The was a emerald green sign that pointed to the southeast to markout the St. Pancreas Station. A chilly breeze snaked through the alley as Saskia’s hair got blown roughly by a gust of wind, some of her pink cotton candy strands possibly tickling Tessia’s face behind her. She shook her head, and shivered slightly, but smiled warmly.



“You know...” She said as she trotted along, wanting to make small conversation a long the way. “I always loved this time of year. Would always make nice snowmen with my sister Lacey and her boyfriend, Danny Rose...he was a pretty popular guitarist in high school. Would always hear him in the neighborhood just blaring that electric guitar. He played lead. Had a pretty nice fender. He’d play from dawn to dusk sometimes...even skip school.” Saskia laughed as she shook her head, grabbing her flask from her satchel. She had become a bit more social with her newfound friend as they adventured togethered for the first time.



“That sister of mine was always into bad boys...mum would give her hell about it and dad...haaaa, he still doesn’t like Danny. Never has been a fan of the rebels. Dad was always the type of guy who was so hypocritical, he knew how he was back in the day with his Scottish shenanigans and sweeping mum off her feet. So many fond stories...heh, they just had their twenty fifth anniversary a few weeks ago. I wonder how they chose to celebrate...” Saskia said smiling up a the sky. Their was a tinge of sadness in her smile as she reminisced over the days of old. Though it had been several months, she still found herself missing them dearly. Of course, who wouldn’t still cleave to the memories of their family after enduring the loss of loved ones to an unforseen event. Saskia lowered her gaze and delicately combed her hands through Icarus’s vanilla coated mane. She simply adored the animal. It was an exact replica she had designed of her horse in real life. It was the only reminder that she had of home. She took care of it exactly like she did when she would visit her stable in Gloucestorshire. She smiled as he blinked his eyes curiously at the pedestrians, marching quietly though the city streets as they began to approach the subway station.



“You know...I had a horse exactly like Icarus back in the real world...his name was Butters. That’s the name I gave him when I was in high school...such a silly girl I was back then..” Saskia chuckled as she pulled back slightly on the reigns once they had reached their destination.



“Well, here’s our stop...the old St. Pancreas Station...looks nothing like the old place we once knew. Damn vines everywhere, filling the lower levels...they’ve cleared out the chunks that block the stores...there’s a lot of good crafting shops though, think there’s a bar and a place for messing around with alchemy as well just next to it. Across from like this Artisan workshop place. We don’t own the area, but our cadets like to stroll through from time to time and do their hobbies and crafts here. It’s a quiet place away from all the noise up in the city.” Saskia smiles as she dismounts her horse and squirms as he licks her face, before giving him a chuckling squint. She laughed it off as she wiped her face with a rag from her pocket and proceeded to head down the stairs very carefully.



“I’ve been wanting to get my hands on some nice ingredients for nice screwdriver or cocktail, there’s a tavern down below that I work part-time at. Do it from time to time for a little money. I was thinking of maybe opening up a bar someday. Maybe hire a couple of bards for the right ambiance. It’d make a nice lounge or something. Not sure if I wanted to go classy and upscale or keep it casual...” Saskia said as she made it down the steps and continued to walk down the street.



As she strolled through the halls, she passed up the area where Pen would be at and could be possibly seen hanging at the door across the hall. She paused for a moment before looking back at Tessia. “You drink? If you want, we could get poured up for a bit? Usually when people are busy doing their crafting thing, we just kill time with the party chat feature, that way we can talk to each other while crafting. Either ways fine with me, but I’m going to experiment with a few drinks.” Saskia grinned as she opened the door to the Drunken Druid, a tavern named after the owner who just happened to be a Druid Lander.



Saskia crept into the place to see it filled with patrons and jolly song. She weaved her way through the patrons, and rested both her elbows on the table.



A burly gentleman came from behind the bar.



“Well, I’ll be..if it isn’t that devil Saskia Steelheart! If it isn’t a sight for sore eyes! Where the hell have you been? You staying for a while or...? Ah, what the hell does it matter, point is that you’re here! What can I get you, love?” He exclaimed as he began to wiped off a dirty mug.



“Step aside Merlin, I’m mixing my own drinks tonight! I’ll show you how a real brew queen works!”



The lander chuckled heartily as he licked his lips.



“So...uhm, when are we gonna go on that hot date, miss? May I say you’re looking quite scrumptious this afternoon...”



Saskia waved his advancement dismissively with a light chuckle.



“Oh please, if I had a gold coin for every girl you told that to...I could buy the whole city of Londiminium and still have enough to retire.” Saskia quipped as she headed behind the bar.



“Oi, but it’s true! You’re one of the most attractive bartenders I got, business is always slow when I got Big Bertha working the tables...but with you, the patrons just come flocking in like mad dogs!”



“Ha, is that right? Well, you might want to break out some leashes, because I’m unleashing that fire of desire tonight! Now scoot over!” Saskia laughed as she nudged him to the side with her bum.



“I swear..I got to find better clothes for the occasion, she shook her head, glancing down at her armor. She clapped her hands together mischieviously as she glanced around at the inventory. She bent over and reached down for the [Startup Brew] to start building her cocktail with a fourth of the [Startup Brew] for a base. She poured the liquid into the glass, then proceeded to grab a bottle of [Liquor] from the fridge, nodding her head enthusiastically as she grabbed the bottle and popped the top, pouring about half of it in with the [Startup Brew]. She then began to grab a flask of [Concentrated Juice] and began to add it’s contents into the mixture, making up about a fourth of the glass. Saskia smiled at the glass as she held it up inspecting it. She then pulled out a swizzle stick and began to pour the contents into a shaker. Afterwards, she added [Britain Snow] from the freezer to cool the drink, and dilute it a bit to make a chilly cocktail. After closing the shaker, she began to shake the container, thus freeing the contents, breaking them down, and combining the ingredients. She held it in both hands, one hand on top and one supporting the base, and gave a short, sharp, and snappy shake, whilst making sure not to rock her cocktail to sleep. She waited for the water to condense on the surface of the shaker, then determined that it was sufficiently chilled and ready to be served. If no one was present, she’d indulged in a bit of drinking herself. If there was someone, she’d slide it across the tabe with a wink and offer to let them try it. The drink would taste like a fruity cocktail.

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Crafting Ability.
Words: 1546
Post Theme Song: Memories




TAGS: Tessia Myrddin Pen Ddraig Bailin

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[Bailin]

Carousing the various different stalls Bailin kept an eye out on the masses, thronging about the stalls, examining both weapons and armour, clothes and different food stands, all creating a rather interesting odour, something the odour of the station itself made a rather large contribution to as well.


Gently striding amidst the current of both adventurers and Landers alike, Bailin but his right hand on the sling he had hanging over his shoulder, the sling attaching being attached on two different points on his musket as to make sure he had no need to keep it in his hands all the time. Taking the sling into his hand also served as a ways of lowering the stress on his shoulder, surely a simple musket wasn’t that much difference combined with the weight of his armour, but he who neglected the small would perish from it or something like that. In the real world he wasn’t that gifted with artistic skills making the injury of a shoulder not that much of a problem, however here it could prove his downfall, as he would require both shoulders and arms to fight mobs or any unwanted personalities.


Marching down the station something dreadful caught his eye, making him look twice in shock as he saw the horrid thing amidst the tides of shopping adventurers and Landers. It was a fluffy dolphin, two small cat ears protruding from its head. ‘By the gods, this is… a furry furry… I know this world has its messed up people, skills and situations but this has to be the worst of all… what was it again… oh yes; it’s so fluffy it HAS to die! But alas I’m in the city… the Royal Guards would probably strike me down before I could do even the slightest thing… Poor, poor tailor; I pity him for having to fulfil such a dreadful order.’ Bailin thought to himself, not holding back his thoughts and trying to keep his disgust from showing. ‘It is one thing to want to play as a furry and getting sucked into this world, like Saskia or some of my guild mates, but being a furry and dressing up as one is like… I don’t even know, but it is bad!’ he continued his line of thinking. ‘Just keep on walking, keep on walking and just go through the stalls, maybe you’ll find something useful!’ he said, trying not to stare at the horrid sight.


Continuing his trip he found some potential things but nothing that he could use for now and ended up at a bar, something that would have considered worthy of the front page of all the newspapers in the world in the… other world. Sitting at the bar was an astonishing and familiar wolf hair, making a drink at the bar. With a large grin Bailin walked up to the bar, almost in front of the pink haired wolf hair. Sitting down on one of the barstools he spoke out: “The name Lin, Bailin and I’ll have a whiskey neat, neither shaken nor stirred.” After finishing the movie reference he grinned from ear to ear, ready to duck in case the bartender decided to throw her drinks to his face.


WC 538



Saskia Myrddin Pen Ddraig

[Tessia]

The riding on the back of a horse came naturally too Tessia.  Having grown up around the somewhat skittish creatures, she had learned early how to ride.  Mostly thanks too a loving father and mother well past their age to be doing such things.  Through it all however, they plodded on confident that they could keep going forever.  She loved her family and how they taught her such strong work ethics and values.  Tessia had thought she was doing them proud.  Even if she was trapped like everyone else, she still had the resolve to build a shop, and work out of it to find her place in this world.

She listened intently too Saskia as she spoke about her origin.  Keeping quiet mostly out of respect and to learn as much as she could about her new friend.  At the mention of the horse she smiled to herself a bit and said, "Yes, I had one myself growing up on our family's farm out in Germany.  Stuttgart that is.  Never got around too naming him, as we mostly used them as transport for goods.  But her was a paint horse, one of the most pretty with a odd black spot on his butt."  she laughed at that and allowed herself to relax a bit.  It was good to have such in common with someone that you'd soon be working together with.

It was a good thing that Saskia had such fond memories.  Reminding Tessia that there still was a world to return too.  If they got the chance too return after all.  Until then, she would toil away and make many more friends in the process.  And so far, she was glad to have met the few that she had.  "Back in collage, I didn't have much in the way of friends or even a significant other.  People seemed to not like the odd farm girl that was so out of date that she didn't even have a cell.  It was one of the reasons I picked up Medicine as my main."  Sighing  a bit she wondered if she would eventually go back to being a Pharmacist?  Though, the call and want to have the same abilities and powers as the age old alchemists.  Tangible, and in a world where she could make them matter.

She would always side with being a Alchemist.  Already she had implemented the creation of a simple device.  She had plans for many more later on once she had a good supply of material.  Coming to the station she had learned of some time ago, Tessia added to Saskia's words "Yeah.  I always came here when I didn't have my shop to perform experiments."  At the mention of did she drink Tessia replied "Well, mostly on occasion when there's things to celebrate.  But, since I am here I would like to go see how some of your crafter's work.  I will join you shortly."  Smiling at Saskia as she departed into a pub area, Tessia wandered about the mixed groups of people watching what they were up too.  If she had any intention of being a Magistar, she would have to get too know them a little better first.

[Myrddin]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Enchanter - Scribe - Apprentice

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Ink was everywhere. The black viscous liquid had stained all the paper he had previously made. The various pages that laid on the table top had large spots of black that took up almost half of the sheets. When Myrddin had returned to his station he slid out of his enchanter's coat and hung it on his staff once again. He placed them at an angle against the wall behind his stool. The stool was an old wooden piece of furniture that he acquired from the bar area of St Pancras Station. Which coincidentally, also seemed to be used as the crafting section for the brewer subclass. The owner was a druid named Merlin and while he hadn't met the druid, Myrddin couldn't help but like that they were similarly named. "Great minds..." he muttered as he lifted his checkered cloth and hung it over the edge of the table. The cloth had done a well enough job in absorbing the ink and what the cloth left, the pages picked up. "Teamwork at its finest." He jested dryly and pressed the tips of his fingers to the pages. "Still damp. Then..." He looked around and noticed a small uncluttered crate near his table. "I'll set you here." He said as he limped over to the crate with the inky pages in hand. 

Spreading the pages out to allow for easier and faster drying, the Enchanter raised one hand to grasp the loop of leather that hung down from overhead. The attention of his muddy-water gaze was on the sheets of paper. His brow furrowed at the spilled ink. "People are gonna think I skinned Pongo and Perdita." He sighed and moved back toward his table. "Marvelous, darling. Marvelous." He quoted, using his best Cruella impersonation, which didn't sound much like her on account of his deeper voice. He chuckled at his failed impersonation and lowered himself onto the stool with help from the vertical bars that were close to the side doors of the train car. Myrddin slid counter clockwise on the stool till he was squared with the table top, his eyes scanned the materials he had before him for a moment as he decided on what to make first. After fifteen seconds he reached for a small cup of blackberries, a glass bottle of vinegar, a bowl and strainer, a small bag of salt, mortar and pestle, and lastly some water.

Myrddin took the small cup of blackberries, picking out half of the cup's contents and placed them into the mortar. It was a decent sized one around the size of his fist which gave him plenty of space for the blackberries. With the pestle in hand he pressed and mashed the berries into crude paste. The aroma of the food made his mouth water but he fought it off by reaching over to cup of blackberries and popped one into his mouth. With his taste buds screaming in delight for the berry, he continued crushing the contents of the mortar till he felt it was done. Sliding the bowl and strainer over to the mortar he poured and scraped the remains of the first half of the berries into the strainer. The juice of the mashed pulp dripped and ran through the tiny mesh holes and into the bowl below. With the pestle, Myrddin pressed the mashing end into the pulp in an attempt to get more juice.

With the berry mashed and drained of all he could get, the enchanter set the mortar and pestle aside and grasped the glass bottle of white vinegar by the neck. Using his fingers her pulled free the stopper and poured roughly a teaspoon into the bowl with the juice. He replaced the stopper and returned the glass bottle to the table. Next Myrddin used the tips of his thumb and index finger to retrieve a pinch of salt from the bag. "The salt would be used as a preservative." He thought aloud and dropped the salt into the bowl. "BAM!" He exclaimed, making an exaggerated motion with his hand as the salt joined with the mix in the bowl. With the three ingredients present in the bowl, Myrddin picked up the pestle and mixed the materials together. "Boil boil toil and trouble." He said in the stereo typical with voice. 

After a few minutes of stirring he stopped and grabbed the ink well from earlier. With it's interior now empty, he grabbed a sheet of his [Old Paper] and made a makeshift funnel with it. He poured the bowl's contents into the inkwell and placed a cork into the top, making sure it was tightly installed. "One down. Next is the quill."

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Cloth Armor, Starter Staff

ABILITIES USED: N/A

Words: 783

Notes: MYRDDIN POSTED STUFF!

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TAGS: Bailin, Pen Ddraig, Saskia, Tessia 

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[Raef Blackwood]

Summoner - Animal Handler - Woodcrafter

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Raef had never really figured himself for a carpenter. But when he started working on his character before entering into Elder Tales he had thought a Wood Craft for a summoner to be something interesting ot try out, perhaps even making himself his own staffs, a tower or something like that by the usage of wood crafting. Now he found himself locked into the world of Elder Tales, in a body not his own and now he was trying to get his skill levels up so he wouln't have a useless skill that he hadn't even bothered raising.




Currently he was sitting on a bench near the park, using a simple knife and different misshaped pieces of wood from the forest and the local lumberyards. Carving carefully with the knife he made simple and plain things. He started out easy enough, carving a square shaped block of apple wood into a round ball. With a shift of the edge the wooden fibre was carved off piece by piece. The pieces of wood he had carved off was collected in a small jar, sawdust and pieces of wood made excellent base materials for paper, sawdust pressed and glued wood and different types of materials, coulde be used for smoking food and even as fire wood fuel.




After around twenty minutes was he holding a round ball of wood in his palm, putting it aside he started on the next pieces. He carved a long piece of branch into a long smooth stick. Peeling off the bark before smoothing out the edges and lines of the stick into a simple but sturdy stick. He then used the peeled bark of the wood and began to carefully peel the fibres back, followed by braiding the bark fibre into a thin string, or a bow cord in this case. Tying the ends of the bark string into hops he put the rope into a grove at each bottom of the stick, having to bend it a bit to get it into the proper place. And the nwith a soft twang the bow was finished. A plain bow even a child could use but still something.




Taking another stick he began to carved blunt wooden arrows from a collection of different sticks, he had some feathers he had gathered from the goblins he and Saskia killed earlier in the week, with these [Goblin Headress' Feather] he would be able to make basic training arrows, blunt enough to not harm anyone but sharp enough to pierce cloth or paper, like at a target range. Up to twenty arrows was made and by then his stomach growled like crazy. "Maybe I will visit Saskia at the bar? She did mention she worked at the Drunken Druid, I should contact her and ask where it is."




Taking out another piece of wood, this time a 3x5x3 sized oak block he tapped the communiation button and pressed to call Saskia. *Saskia? This is Raef, I am in the city outside St. Pancras Station carving some practice weapons and I found myself hungry, are yo uworking at that bar of yours? I am feeling like some food and maybe a stiff drink and could use the direction to the place..*

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Cloth Armour (Level. 1), Staff (level. 1)
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[Saskia]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Cavalier - Brewer

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While she sipped away on her fruity cocktail, which most would see as slacking at work, she smiled heavenly as the exotic flavors washed over her tongue and gently cascade down the back of her throat. She felt like the rich taste of the fruity liquor was french kissing her taste buds. She hummed a jolly tune as she looked out to all the patrons who laughed lightheartedly over their dinners.



Tessia chose not to join her to work on her own experiments and Saskia was understanding of the situation, given the blonde haired Alchemist’s desire to achieve something productive. She began to wonder about what more ingenious inventions might the woman be thinking about making. She definitely had a knack for ingenuity as Saskia could tell when the woman unveiled her mana liner shield. Saskia had a good feeling that she would be able to be a great mentor for the cadets at the academy.



Saskia was busy busting the bar by wiping it down in circles with a clean rag. While gently humming a tune that brought her much serenity from her childhood , she began to check under the table for another drink from the refrigerator. Before she could lift up her head, she heard a rather familiar and seductive James Bond impersonation by none other than the smooth talking Professor Bailin. She rose up to her feet, and chuckled at the hilarious gentleman before she mixed together a smooth tasting whiskey for him just as he liked it.



“You sure you can handle this, lightweight? Might put some hair on your chest.” Saskia joked as she began to clean out a wooden cup with a rag.



That’s when a incoming message was received from Raef, Blackwood, the mystical fox tail Summoner that she had met in the Windsor Greatwoods.



They had cleared out a goblin encampment that was overlooking the travel to get to the town. Upon meeting, Saskia had offered him a quest to clear out the goblin horde in the mines for a lander dwarf named Murdoc the Miner. After a tenacious disaster, they where able to strike down the goblin shaman and slay a total of 10 goblin diggers in the final area as well as demolish the goblin tunnel they snaked out of.



He was speaking to her and asking about how he had been in the local area and was wondering if he could drop by and say hi.



“Oh, hey, Raef! What’s up dude! It’s been a while! And yeah, I’m definitely at the Drunken Druid and guess what? Bailin and a couple of my friends are here too. You should come down for a drink. First one’s on the house! It’s the second building on the left when you head down the stairs to the first level. Look for the brown sign hanging above the door!”

Saskia then brought her fingers away from her ears and smiled afectionately at Bailin. "Hey hun, that was this really cool summoner I met out in the field yesterday. He's also a woodcrafter. I think you two will get along real well. He speaks German too, maybe you should talk to him about some of the projects you've been thinking about."

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword
ABILITIES USED: Crafting Ability.
Words: 537
Post Theme Song: Feel the Freedom


OOC: Academy Students, come here and craft! 30% AP bonus! 




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[Raef Blackwood]

Summoner - Animal Handler - Woodcrafter

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Raef nodded at Saskia's message and giving his positive response, that he would be coming there. The crude bow and practice arrows he had made were not going to be useful in a fight. The wood was too weak to hold up for a powerful shoot and the arrows were dull and wouldn't be able to pierce anything except for weak materials like cloth or paper. Seeing a child playing with a wooden stick at the park he smiled a bit. Raef got an idea on what to do with the toy like things he had carved, taking his crudely made bow and arrows he tied them together with some left over fibre from the branches and left them leaning against a tree near the playing kid. Tossing a rock at said tree he left towards the Drunken Druid, hearing the laughter of a child and the twang of a bow as he left the park, picking up a decent sized branch on the way out.

Moving down the streets he kept to the sideways near the buildings, keeping himself away from the large groups on the markets and streets of the city. Pulling out his carving knife towards the wooden branch he picked up from the park he began to carve the branch into a crude staff like stick. Raef could also see the tell tale figure of Thomas Tharem streaking around the market, a group of minions following him like dogs as the Wolfear samurai snarled at people as he stomped by. Moving a bit faster Raef soon reached the destination described to him by Saskia and used the newly carved staff as a walking stick as he entered the bar.

Seeing Saskia waving to him from behind the bar he smiled a bit and walked over, sitting down by the bar with the carved stick leaning against his knee while he reached into his pocket to pull out the wooden sphere he had made earlier and spoke up as he began to carve a small hole into the hole. "Hello Saskia, how have you been?"

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Cloth Armour (Level. 1), Staff (level. 1)
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Words: 348

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[Pen Ddraig]

HP 100% | MP 100%

Guardian - Bodyguard - Artisan

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With the vase completed Pen stood, pulled an old rag from the back of the chair, and wiped her hands of the wet clay. Once her hands were free of the muck she began cleaning her tools in a near by basin of water. The cleaning process took little time, though it seemed to be just enough time for another adventurer to take up her spot. While she felt initially irritated at the elf, the level headed warrior woman paused, looked out from the room and to the large clock that have been placed on a wall.


"Screw it. I've burned an hour or so at that, might as well try something else." Pen said to herself as she dried the last of her tools. Casting a single glance to her feet she reminded herself she still would need her boot before going anywhere. With the tools put away and her foot at home, back inside her boot, she stole a look around the shop.


Aside from the pottery wheels, Carlisle (the shop owner) had buckets of stone on two short workbenches against the back wall of the shop, which he had pushed together to make a single, long workbench. Along the same wall but over the tables, hung different sized hammers and chisels. On the adjacent wall, oposite of the one that held the multiple rows of vases and other sculptures, were various canvas paintings that hung along on rope nearly as thick as Pen's thumb.


The paintings ranged from simple portraits to intricate landscapes. THe one that caught Pen's eye the most was one of a battle, one with large armies of men on foot with swords and shields, mounted with lances, and the occasional zweihander wielder. But what caught he eye the most was in the center of the fight was a man encased in a heavy metal suit wielding a single sword and shield. On that shield was two dragons standing on their hind legs, back to back. It was a coat of arms, one she recognized as what some people thought to be Arthur Pendragon's 

Pen was in awe of the skill and beauty of the piece. All her life she had been chasing the dream of being a knight. She trained to physically be able to fight like one. She followed the Knight's Code (mostly). Pen did what she could to be what a knight was. However, knights didn't exist int he same fashion any longer. But in the world of Elder Tale, things were different.


Here, Sarah McKlellen, could be what she wanted to be most in the world and after the Catastrophe, she did.


She didn't know how long she had been staring at the painting but she knew she wanted to express the emotions she was feeling. Without thinking she grabbed a few sheets of canvas, some brushes, a couple hand fulls of paint, and an easel and stepped out of the shop, leaving a small fist full of coins on Carlisle's counter.

Pen set up the easel on the walkway overlooking the train cars and just let her emotions flow. All of the barriers she normally had in place seemed to fall as the paint dabbed brush ran over the canvas. The back ground she set was with a grey for the old tiles, black for the darkened, shadowy areas, a deep green represented the foliage and vegetation that grew throughout St. Pancras Station. The converted train cars below were a joining of grey blocks with rounded edges and black lines along the shadows.


Pen was not an artist. She never took classes, never wanted to, didn't feel like it would be something she would end up doing one day. She didn't know what it could do for her. With Pen's barriers down she felt the emotions of the people around her, adventurer and Lander alike. She drank them all in and somehow directed them through the brush and onto the canvas.


Another hour passed before Pen put the brush down. Before her eyes was her first finished painting. It wasn't pretty, no it wasn't anywhere near pretty. The myriad of colors she had on the canvas, however, was some she had been able to create with the help of her heightened empathy. Releasing a heavy sigh Pen's shoulders relaxed and she leaned against the railing and let her green eyes fall to the train cars below.


After a few minutes of staring off into space pen noticed a young man, dark of skin and draped in starter caster garb, step out of a train car. Pen's eyes focused on the man and, though she couldn't see his face clearly, she thought some of his mannerisms were familiar. Her gaze followed him for a while until he disappeared in an alleyway. Pen hmm'd to herself as her mind tried to figure out why he seemed familiar. After a minute she guessed she might have seen him around before and thought nothing further on it.  

INVENTORY

EQUIPMENT: Starter Platemail, Starter Great Shield, Starter Longsword

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Words:835

Post Theme Song: Spice and Wolf









TAGS: Saskia, Bailin, Tessia, Raef Blackwood

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[Tessia]

After leaving the bar area Tessia drooped into a low stance and disappeared behind a low chair.  Luckily she had timed it right so no one would see her move about.  Activating her Hiding Entry caused her tattoos to glow a barely visible silver in response.  She sat still and silent feeling how this magic worked.  All at once her crescent moon tattoos went out, closing on her skin like half open eyes.  The odd Ritual marks glowed faintly as well as her body faded in time with the crescents eclipse.  It was like vanishing under a cloud cover during a hunt.  One of the best ways too make your prey loose sight of you and for you to move about freely.  Once her body had faded the floating Mana marks one her hands, chest, forehead and shoulders winked out of sight as well.  It was always interesting too see how a Rituals marks reacted too casting magic.  It was as if one was a catalyst for the very force of energy one used.  

Slipping silently about using Hide Walk, Tessia was sure too avoid getting too close too any of the nearby tables and people.  Her reason for this is that creators are sometimes a lot like children at play.  They do their best when they are focused and unaware of being watched, and for the lack of a better term scrutinized.  People who make things tend too loose the edge when they know others watch, so Tessia would move about and peek on here and there.  Getting ideas of who was working with what and perhaps some insight on how well some of them knew their craft.  Hers was simple.  Alchemy required intensive study and at some point breakthroughs for the benefit of all.  It also required daring to push the limits of the old material into the future prospects of what could be.  

It was also a tightrope walk between things going awry and somewhat underwhelming results.  She thought of her still a bit dingy shop, and how Piper had shown up too find her in such a mess.  She had attempted to overload a Stabilized Mana Fragment and ended up sending shards of it everywhere riddling her shop with holes and broken windows.  Luckily the repairs wouldn't cost much, and her injuries none too severe.  Silently dipping in and out of groups Tessia watched plans being hatched.  Rough scribbled mappings of objects made from all manner of things.  Wood being made into ship parts.  Moving by a door less home she smelled paint and clay being mixed.  It was truly a invigorating place to go too clear your head and let yourself create as you please.

Though she would meander about for a little while longer here and there, watching her timer carefully so that when her ten minutes where up she would dip into a nice secluded shadow to reappear.  No sense in making people think that she was a creeper of some kind.  But she had seen what some of the people that where part of the Academy where capable of.  And hopefully at some point her own instruction would be applied as well?  It was a odd thing, she never really thought of being a teacher type.  More of a dive right in and try things type.  The sojourn through the students and no doubt a few teachers proved refreshing as she silently slipped into a nearby alcove between the bar and the open area.  Watching her timer count down as all at once the crescent moon tattoos opened again and her Ritual marks flickered back into view.  Her body following suit.