Scribbles [Crafting/Solo]

[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags words  658 Short notes

On the day when more than a thousand people became trapped in the world of Elder Tale, Indy was able to get a job as a Scribe's assistant, somewhere in the quieter area of the city. The owner was one of the People of the Land, a mild-mannered old man who was more than happy to have a young man be interested in his work and help out around the store. It was, to quote the man, 'very rare to find an energetic youth who is interested in a scribe's line of profession'. The old man - Faustus by name - made maps, quills, parchment and hand-written copies of books, articles and the like by request; though he did sell some standard items in his store. His business was not very lucrative, but he enjoyed it and was passionate when it came to his work. His temper flared whenever someone insulted or looked down on his trade. Indy shared the same views as the older man - though he didn't react in the same manner - which was why he offered to help run the store. They made an agreement, that Indy would not necessarily have strict working hours, but can choose to help out at any time he wished. He would not earn money for the services he did, but instead would get free lodging and free meals on the first-floor of the building, which also served as Faustus' home. The store owner was kind enough to lend Indy the spare room, since there was no one else living with him. The blond haired man agreed to all this and was able to work in the shop from time to time. For work, Faustus allowed him to make one-page copies of documents, when the request was not in demand or in need of a rush. Indy was able to read a lot of interesting books, and copied them onto new parchments as well - which he also learned how to make. Work was slow and may at times seem boring, but Indy was managing it well and enjoyed being a Scribe under the tutelage of Faustus. On this particular day, Indy was carrying boxes and sorting through them, after bringing them into a storage room at the back, when his attention was called by Faustus. "Boy, I've got good news! Come over here." Curious, the blond haired man got up from the floor and made his way to the main store. Indy could see more boxes stacked up against the wall next to the counter, with one in particular set on top of the counter itself, in front of the old man who was standing behind said counter. When Faustus saw him walking in, he smiled. "Ah, good of you to come so quickly. I'll need you to carry those boxes and bring them back to the storage room later. Now, this is the real reason why I called you out here." He opened the box, standing back to let Indy step forward and lean over to inspect its contents. The Bard saw many old feathers, quills and pieces of paper scattered inside. "I found these in my room while I was cleaning up. They might not be in the best condition, but you can still use them to create better items. I've decided to give them to you. You're free to do whatever you wish with them." Faustus explained. "Are you certain?" Indy asked, as he looked up at Faustus in surprise. "After all, you've said it yourself - we can still create items out of these. Shouldn't they be used for the good of the store?" The old man waved a hand at him in reply. "Bah, those old things aren't going to be good enough for my customers. But they'll be good enough for a lowly apprentice like yourself." Indy smiled, chuckling softly at the light-hearted jibe, and bowed gratefully. "Thank you Faustus. I'll certainly make good use of them."

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags words  479 Short notes

The sun was soon replaced by the moon, and Faustus closed down the store for the day. Indy breathed a sigh of relief as he got up from the stack of boxes in the storage room and went back out to the main room. There had been quite a lot of boxes that had come in today, and he still hadn't finished sorting them out. But the old man never allowed Indy to work himself too hard for the sake of the store. As soon as the store was closed, he made sure that the blond haired man didn't do any work. If Faustus caught him doing so, he would be scolded severely. And it was not a pleasant experience, as Indy had learned a few days ago. But that didn't stop the blond haired man from doing something similar - though not work-related. Thanks to the new treats he just received from the old man, he decided it was time for him to acquire his own materials. He went into a separate room that served as Faustus' workroom, bringing the box of old materials along with him. He cleared a space on the table - while making sure that he didn't drop or disturb any of the old man's work - and sat down on a chair before it. Whether it was night or day, Faustus made sure that the light in his workroom was bright to make it easier for one to avoid mistakes while working. The first thing Indy wanted to make was a quill. So he picked out an old feather from the box, grabbed a small knife that was set inside a toolbox, and lifted them both up against the light. He fluffed the old feather to make it look more plumb and nice, then trimmed the uneven edges and cut off some of feathers near the tip, so he could have a better grip when writing. Once that was done, he got up from his seat to pick up a bowl of sand - which was constantly kept heated by the old man - from an oven. He stuck his quill in the sand as part of the curing process that Faustus taught him. The last step in making a quill was cutting the nib. He waited for the sand and the feather to cool down before picking it up and bringing it back under the light, with the small knife back in his hand. He leaned closer to it and placed all of his focus on carefully cutting the end of the quill, making sure he didn't make any mistake and that the shape came out the way he wanted it to. It took him half an hour to accomplish this, but once he was done, he lifted his new quill in the air with a smile on his face. "Not bad for my first crafted item."

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags words  581 Short notes

Once his quill was finished, he it aside for safekeeping, while he worked on other projects. With that done, he could now move on to making parchments. Since this was his first time, he decided to create just one piece for now, to make sure he didn't waste any materials should he fail the crafting process. He had seen Faustus create parchments for several days now, so he was pretty sure that he knew everything he needed to do to replicate his methods. Mass production can follow once he became very familiar with the work. Indy rummaged around the workroom in search for a large bowl. He spotted it at the far end of the table, picked it up, then poured an adequate amount of special solution into it. Next, he took out three pieces of old paper from the box and placed them one by one into the bowl. Once each paper he soaked has absorbed enough of the solution, he put down the next one on top of it. He let all of the papers soak in for a few minutes, and spent that time waiting by taking out his violin and playing a few quick tunes. He reclined in his chair and closed his eyes as his bow hand moved across his instrument smoothly. Faustus would have kicked the blond haired man out of his home for making so much racket, if it wasn't for the fact that the man's skills as a Bard allowed him to play decently. There were days when the old man would stop to listen to Indy, whenever he brought out his violin. He also made mention of a few scores that could be acquired for the right price. Indy was even more amused when the old man went so far as to suggest particular pieces to him and demand that he play it for him. When enough time had passed, the blond haired man stopped and returned his violin to its proper place, before moving closer to the bowl. He put on special gloves to protect his hands, grabbed a pair of tongs and started to merge the three old papers into one parchment. There was a moment when he thought that he had accidentally ripped the parchment. He froze and held his breath as he felt his heart skip a beat. He looked down at his work apprehensively, wondering if he had ruined the parchment and had to start all over again. As carefully as he could, he moved the paper around, inspecting it closely - from all angles - for any signs of tear. After a few seconds passed, he breathed a sigh of relief as he confirmed that his parchment was still in one piece. That was too close for comfort. He resumed his work, slowing down even more to be a lot more careful than before. He continued soaking the parchment in the solution, until he could feel it slightly hardening in one piece. When he felt that it was ready, he lifted it up, careful not to spill any of the dripping solution outside the bowl. He took some clips and pinned his creation against a clothesline that hung above him, connected from one side of the room to the other. Once he was finished with that particular task, he stepped back and gazed at his work with his arms crossed and a triumphant grin on his face. "Now then, what shall I create with this parchment I wonder?"

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags words  368 MAP 1 / 2 post

A map. Certainly one of the first things a Scribe could craft at the start of the game. He wanted to make one of the whole world, but since that was currently too big of a task to accomplish, he had to settle for making one of the city. Faustus sold copies of the city map in his store, but these were mere templates and only contained the most basic of information that anyone could get at the start of the game. Indy had bigger plans for his own map. He wanted to add a lot more on the areas in the map - aside from the terrain - such as information on shops and monster-infested areas that players should watch out for. It would be a lot more useful to Adventurers. First, he had to make the copy so he could fill it up with information he gathered in his explorations of the town. So after taking copy of the London Area from the display stands, he went back into the workshop and got started on his work. The Bard was certain that he would be severely scolded if Faustus found out he was using one of the maps for sale. But he reassured himself with the fact that, as long as there was no tampering and he never found out about this, he would be safe. The blond haired man laid the map against the wall in front of him, making sure it didn't suddenly fall down while he was working, then with the quill and parchment he had just created, Indy began sketching. He followed the shape of the geographical areas, taking note of where land and river intersected and where the main road passed through. He copied the map with careful precision. Since this was the only parchment he currently had, he didn't want to waste the materials he used for it by marking it wrong. It was a delicate process he dared not rush. He took his time, making sure the details were exactly the same and that it never went beyond the proper boundaries. As the night wore on, his map slowly began to take shape, forming the areas within the city of London.

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[Indy]

The world is a dangerous place, and if you sit around wringing your hands about it, you'll miss out on all the adventure. Tags words  614 MAP 2 / 2 post

It was getting really late; a few hours had passed since the sun went down and the world outside the store has completely fallen silent. Many of the Adventurers and People of the Land were probably asleep or unconscious by then. Indy knew that he should follow their example and go to bed as well. Faustus would no doubt be upset if he learned that the blond haired man was staying up so late to work. But he wanted to finish the map first, and not worry about it as he lay down and went to sleep. With the terrain of the area mostly mapped out, he could sense that it was almost done and didn't want to stop. He continued the work as he sketched a few minor details here and there, taking note of its scale. Mapping the alleyways was a bit trickier than he first thought. Currently, he lacked the knowledge to map it out down to the tiniest detail, so he left those parts blank. He planned to go out and take note of them in the following days so he could have a more accurate account. Knowing every single part of the city was going to be very helpful, especially if he needed to run away or chase after something - or someone for that matter. The shops and the bigger landmarks were easier to mark on his map of London. He added in the shops where one could get equipment, food, and other things that could be made and bought in the Unfounded Kingdom. All of the shops and residential areas he visited had a spot on his parchment, to make it easy for him to find what he needed in the future. He even added the portal - though it was currently out of order. Adding that made him remember that as fun as being here was, they were stuck without any means of going back to the real world. No one knew what happened that brought them all here. Thousands of players suddenly found themselves stuck in a world not their own, with skills and items that could be found in the game. There must be a way to go back... To do that, they had to know more of this Elder Tale world. There was more than one reason why Indy chose to go on adventures and explore the unknown, despite the dangers that came along with it. He did so in the hopes that he would discover a clue or the key to finding out the secrets to the event known as the Catastrophe. He breathed a heavy sigh and shook such worries from his thoughts. There's no sense in thinking of it. For now, the only thing anyone can do is to make the most of what they have, and hope for the best. Looking down at his work, he could see that it was finished. He added a few more things to it then at the bottom corner, he wrote his signature - to make sure that everyone knew that this map was of his making. He smiled as he straightened up and stretched his limbs as far as he could. Hours of sitting and looming over the parchment made his back and neck stiff. But he had a map. The very first one he's made with his own hands. And that, is a fine way to end the day. He got up from his seat and cleaned up the worktable, making sure to put everything back in its proper place. Once he was sure that nothing was amiss, he went to the door and closed the lights before making his way to his bedroom.

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