Post by Tranquillus on Feb 4, 2015 23:52:45 GMT
Tranquillus reserved a work station to work on his scribal skills and start by creating the most basic items he need to begin his life in this game. Before he could do anything, Tranquillus needed a proper quill pen before any type of proper writing or mapping could be done. At least he could begin crafting without having to purchase the most basic tools, but he did need to obtain the proper materials for the pen: a feather and two small vials of ink. He started by going to market to get these most basic materials from the local merchants, mostly People of the Land, and there was a wide selection to choose from but sadly most of the items were for higher level adventurers. After staring at some items that he would not be able to purchase for quite some time, Tranquillus came upon an individual selling the most basic crafting items. Without much haggling, he purchased two vials of cheap ink from a gracious and elderly man. Tranquillus hoped that this elderly person of the land usually had better wares since the elderly man could not have been making much profit from those cheap items. Anyway, Tranquillus resisted the urge to simply buy a feather from the man. He wanted to make his first pen personal, so he needed to get his own feather.
He walked around the districts of Londinium trying to find a wild bird from which he could take a feather, without killing it. The town was not terribly far from a forest, so birds were not particularly hard to find in most areas. Most were flying over head, but as it was beginning to get dark Tranquillus stopped when he noticed what appeared to be a hawk perched over the body of a smaller bird. He was not stealthy, so it would not surprise him if the bird flew away before he could at least try to catch it. Thankfully, he was not wearing his bulky armor at the time which would have made this endeavor impossible. Within a few feet of the distracted hawk, Tranquillus changed his tactics and darted towards the bird. Noticing what was going on, the hawk began to quickly beat its wings and fly upwards just as Tranquillus dove forward. He missed the bird completely but landed face first. His face stung not just from the fall but from a sharp point of a feather, which he picked up as he regained his footing. At least he had gotten what he was searching for.
Finally back at the crafting room that he reserved, Tranquillus settled down and began to craft his quill. Brushing his fingers through the feather to make sure it did not break during his fall, he concluded that it was still in good condition. Taking a basic knife, he began to carve a point into the tip of the feather. Testing the tip every few strokes with the ink he had bought, after a few minutes he was satisfied with his creation. It was not going to win any awards, but it was his creation.
Word Count: 519
He walked around the districts of Londinium trying to find a wild bird from which he could take a feather, without killing it. The town was not terribly far from a forest, so birds were not particularly hard to find in most areas. Most were flying over head, but as it was beginning to get dark Tranquillus stopped when he noticed what appeared to be a hawk perched over the body of a smaller bird. He was not stealthy, so it would not surprise him if the bird flew away before he could at least try to catch it. Thankfully, he was not wearing his bulky armor at the time which would have made this endeavor impossible. Within a few feet of the distracted hawk, Tranquillus changed his tactics and darted towards the bird. Noticing what was going on, the hawk began to quickly beat its wings and fly upwards just as Tranquillus dove forward. He missed the bird completely but landed face first. His face stung not just from the fall but from a sharp point of a feather, which he picked up as he regained his footing. At least he had gotten what he was searching for.
Finally back at the crafting room that he reserved, Tranquillus settled down and began to craft his quill. Brushing his fingers through the feather to make sure it did not break during his fall, he concluded that it was still in good condition. Taking a basic knife, he began to carve a point into the tip of the feather. Testing the tip every few strokes with the ink he had bought, after a few minutes he was satisfied with his creation. It was not going to win any awards, but it was his creation.
Word Count: 519
