[Research] Warden Armour

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Klide hammered away at the red hot metal, slowly and gradually drawing the think ingot out into a thinner piece. He looked to to see Bailin rummaging through the piles of parts and materials, slowly and steadily managed to increase his pile of satisfactory and required parts. Slowly, Bailin's pile of long thin coils started to become something of significant usefulness. Then Bailin spoke up. He said that he honestly had no idea about the cartridges. He said that since he got them in the beginning of the 'game' they were definitely not dragon scale, but that perhaps eel leather fit the bill. Bailin then said hot everything was here with its own implementations and uses. And also that he, too, sometimes forgot this was a game. Klide felt that they were both in agreement that this was more than a game, all most like a different reality. It seemed that Bailin was directing most of what he said towards Rook when he spoke. “You were unaware of such possibilities? And here you are, writing things down yourself instead of using a menu.” Bailin said all of this with a grin. “The same goes for metalworking or, in my case, engineering. You can use the menu and quickly assemble a common item or you do it yourself, which I think is a lot more fun and it might offer a somewhat special effect, though that is currently just a possibility I haven’t been able to confirm as of yet. I don’t know if it requires more maintenance, I suppose it would not because you’ve dedicated a lot of time and effort into it and this is still a game of sorts. But we could use this project as a long term thing and see what happens.” Bailin continued to speak as he gathered more of the various coils he found and placed them onto a workbench. He the directed his speech towards Klide “Say Klide, I suppose we should straighten these out as to make them a lot easier to work with, what do you think? And pray do not worry, as the saying goes, you scratch my back, I shall scratch yours.”
Klide smiled when he heard Bailin say those words. "Yes, that is very true, and I thank you for it, but I have to ask you to first sort all of the metal you found into a few categories. We need them separated by their maliability, that is, how easily they bend. We also need them separated by the metal the metal they are made from. After we categorize them as such, We will know how much useful metal we actually have, so if you could please get on that, I would be most grateful." Klide said with a small bow towards Bailin. He then turned toward Rook. "Rook, I apologize if the heat is making you uncomfortable." Klide said noticing that Rook had activated a skill. He put the metal ingot back into the furnace to heat up again, and walked over to a window in between him the furnace and the young lady. He opened it up all the way and walked back to the furnace with a smile. "Hopefully, that makes you feel a bit more comfortable. As for your worries about this being a game versus it being reality, The overlay and slightly altered physics are all in our favor. In the real world, animals will enter a city whether you want them to or not, here, they can not do that." Rook had then responded to Bailin by saying that writing was different because she still used the menu to make papers and inks. "That aside, how much detail did you want in your record keeping? I think I’ve got enough that Klide could replicate the steps, but I imagine honest to goodness smiths are a rare breed here. Do you want notes sufficient that a novice of the field could pick up the task?”
She continued. "I do not think a novice should be starting with chain mail to be completely honest, so simply due to personal belief, I would prefer it if you had it only so detailed that someone with some degree of experience could follow the steps. Now, it is true that I am a level one black smith at the moment, but i still have real world knowledge and experience with black smithing, so I do not consider myself a novice." Klide said in response to her inquiry. He then pulled the ingot out of the furnace and resumed the constant and rhythmic ringing of metal on metal contact.

Word Count: 772
Total Word Count: 3189+772=3961
Tags: Bailin , Rook

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 468 TWC: 4132 Tags @blazeedge Rook Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

As Bailin was straightening the coils so they could be used more easily; Rook continued her questions. It proved to be a good idea to bring more people into the fold as it would be a lot less boring and a lot more interesting in both the experimental and theoretical phases. Quickly counting the subjects they had broached Bailin came to the conclusion they had about four or five different subject of practical, theoretical or even hypothetical nature. [break][break] “Hmm, I suppose you had a rather interesting life back in the real world, I fear I did not have an interesting life back there. To be honest, mostly all I did was hang in my room, sleep, eat, go to school and play games. As such I actually welcome this way of life, though I do long for home on occasion; and yet I think I would dread the day I would have to leave. I managed to pick up a girl here, I’ve got a nice home, good friends, friendly strangers and no obligations what so ever, bar the ones that are more or less obvious to me and hopefully most people.” Bailin said as he picked up another coil and placed it on his workbench. As he straightened the rod he continued answering Rook; “Indeed it is a frightening thing to be faced with the unknown and yet I cannot say I dread it, I am filled with a feeling I never thought of having, the feeling of adventure and mystery awaiting me every day, with every step. Yet I find myself wondering, why our real lives cannot be like this. I feel like this most probably because the game and real physics are so close together.” He continued as he took the now smaller and straight coil and placed it with its predecessors and picking up the next one. [break][break] “I think I’d prefer it to be detailed enough for most people to understand what we are doing, but I have to agree with Klide, not all should be able to make the armour right away, as there are certain things that are rather… delicate. And fear not Klide, there are some perks that come with this new world, these coils are all the same, except they vary in length and or width.” Responded a grinning Bailin to Klide’s request to sort all the coils into separate groups, as the latter apologised for the heat he produced to Rook and had made his request to Bailin with a bow. [break][break] “As things stand I think we will be busy for a bit now, mostly with repetitive tasks, does either one of you happen to have, by any chance, a subject you would like to discuss?” Bailin asked of his compatriots whilst he continued to straighten the next coil. [break][break] *OC: So the idea on Warden Armour is that it is like a stiffer chainmail, hence the coils and plates. Also the WA can only be made by mechanics so we have something to add to the RP :D.

[Rook]

“Well then, please check my notes when you get a chance to confirm they are suitable for your needs.” Rook replied considering.

While the hammer was falling, she always went silent rather than raise her voice over the din as though the Mana Trance closed her lips as well as her ears. Occasionally she gave her wrist a rest and looked out the open window. She didn’t know what to speak about, her task still required the attention of the language centre in her brain.

“I don’t know that this is the best environment for casual conversation.” She said while the ingot was heating. That was a half truth, everything she thought to talk about somehow came back to the old world, and how in some way this world was lacking or missing something. Each time she mentally traced the potential paths the conversation would take she wound at the same place. It was a place she didn’t want to visit right now.

Bitter memories would make the work intolerable. Being bitter while the others were happy in their effort would be even worse. She stopped trying to think up something to say and passed the buck like a well polished politician.

“Though, I’m sure Klide is more used to it. Klide?” She looked to him to start the conversation. Her volume control was off, the trance reducing how much she could hear meant she couldn’t gauge her own voice’s volume. Perhaps this was why she didn’t speak while trancing.

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Skill Used: *Enchanter:Mana Trance
Word Count: 250
Tagged: Bailin @blazeedge

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Klide pulled the metal out of the furnace and returned to drawing it out. He looked up to see that Bailin had already straightened out many of the coils. Bailin began to speak as he picked up another coil and placed it on his workbench. "Actually, my life back in the old world was pretty solitary and resembled that of a leper more than anything. This world has given me so much that the old one never could. I can now go where ever I want to go, and live as relaxed as I want, and can perform acts I only theorized back in the other world Like my swordsmanship and all of this." He indicated to the forge and ingots. "And I have built many bonds since this started. I now have many strong friendships and I would not give those up for anything. In all honesty, to me, this world is like a dream, and I often fall asleep worried that when I wake, this will all have been a dream." Klide said after he heard what Bailin said about this way of life. Bailin's thoughts really resonated with Klide. Then Bailin responded to Rook's question regarding the detail of her work. He agreed with Klide on the level of detail and then assured Klide that he need not worry as all the coils were from the same metal. “As things stand I think we will be busy for a bit now, mostly with repetitive tasks, does either one of you happen to have, by any chance, a subject you would like to discuss?” Bailin asked the others as he continued to straighten the next coil. “Well then, please check my notes when you get a chance to confirm they are suitable for your needs.” Rook replied considering.
 “I don’t know that this is the best environment for casual conversation.” She said as Klide was heating the ingot yet again. “Though, I’m sure Klide is more used to it. Klide?” She looked to him as if she expected him to start the conversation. Klide paced the ingot into the furnace and turned towards the others. "No, unfortunately you are mistaken. I am also pretty new to all of this, so I am not used to it. However, I feel that as most of what we are doing right now is only busy work, so it would not hurt to have a conversation. I am not the best with starting conversations but lets give it a shot" Klide tried to think of something they could talk about. "What is an adventure you've had that brings back the fondest memories. If you can not narrow it down to just one adventure, than feel free to share multiple. We have a lot of time to kill any way." 

Word Count: 467
Total Word Count: 3961+467=4428
Tags: Bailin , Rook
Notes: Sorry it took so long to reply.

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 367 TWC: 4499 Tags Rook @blazeedge Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“I reckon I am nearly done with these coils, if we require more later on I reckon it will be a lot faster to straighten these out than making a load of metal like Klide is. Of course we could speed things up by using the menu, however, it is skipping corners and I tend to dislike those, especially when one is trying to craft something new. Yet I digress, once I am done I shall give your notes a read.” Bailin spoke with a grin, straightening yet another coil. [break][break] “Hmm, well I suppose you have a point, yet I cannot find it in my heart to leave Klide here, all alone at work, whilst we were having a comfortable chat in the living room. “ Bailin responded, placing the straightened coil on the stack, stretching is arms upwards as Klide began to respond to Rook’s request. As the swashbuckler spoke all Bailin could do was nod in agreement. “I have to agree with Klide and copy most of it, though I might add I even found myself a girlfriend and not the clingy type at that. She’s more out than I am.” Bailin added with a grin, continuing to straighten some coils. [break][break] “Hmmm, let me see, I suppose my best adventure was where I met Saskia. I was walking about on a clear evening, stars shining bright and the water calmly flowing. Back in the real world I never could have done things like that, which is one of the reasons I love being here. Yet I digress once more, at said night I got snuck upon by a maiden on a horse, we started talking for a long, very long time and in the end we kissed. Several weeks later, when I was finally able to refurnish my home into what it is now, I suggested she move in with me, yet with her being a busy body, she is not at home that often.” Bailin shared with the two adventurers as he gently leaned against his workbench. “And that, my dear friends, is my best adventure. It sounds much alike one of those romantic movies but it appears the ‘magic’ is real.” He ended grinning.[break][break]

[Rook]

Jealousy was not a flattering mask for her to wear. Somehow the conversation had reached both the happiness of others and romantic comedies. Rook hadn’t seen one of those in over a year.

“Pardon me, I’m going to refresh my glass.” Rook stood and left before her own bitterness spoil things. As she shuffled back to the dining area, she used her mind to wrestle the errant unwanted emotion. She had no reason to be jealous of Saskia, the high level guild leading mercenary daredevil who has a secret idyllic home life. No reason at all.

She had no reason to miss the old world, where she had been woven into a web of comforts and responsibilities. Here she had unlimited freedom, she could go anywhere, she just didn't have anywhere to go. She could do anything she wanted, but all she wanted to do was… what was it she wanted to do? Nothing came to mind.

Still it wouldn’t do to quash the joy of others. It was a fragile and beautiful thing, a scarce commodity.

Wait, she didn’t know where the water was. She’d come out here with the glass, but where was the kitchen. A wave of undue panic washed over her. What should she do? She was stuck in another persons home, intruding, and she’d said she was going for water… should she leave the glass and say she changed her mind? Should she return and ask for help. The panic made it hard to think.

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Word Count: 250
Tagged: Bailin @blazeedge

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"That is very sweet Bailin. Honestly, I can not say I am surprised. The bond of love you two share is awe inspiring and quite beautiful. When we first met in that forest under circumstances that could have been better, one of the things I noticed was that despite the situation we were in, you two were looking out for each other as more than comrades. I am happy for you." Klide continued the drawing out the steel and reheating it. He was about to ask Rook about her favorite adventure when she left to re fill her glass. Klide finished the first of his two rods after about and hour and a half of drawing out, and began work on the second right away. The three would share the occasional exchange and small conversation, but the most prevalent sound was the ring of the hammer striking the hot metal rhythmically. After another period of almost two hours, Klide put the hammer down and grabbed a pair of cast iron wire cutting tongs, as well as a long, cylindrical rod. He slowly wrapped his hand forged wire around it. When he slid it off of the rod, it resembled a spring and he began clipping the rings off of the spring of wire. They all fell onto the face of the table he stood in front of. He repeated the process with his second wire of steel, and he had a very large stack of rings. He slide four into one ring, and made several of these Butterfly like ringlets then he began to combine them by slipping more rings between the little butterflies. After a ring had four others inside of it, he grabbed a hot rod from the forge and pressed it against the rings opening. He then reached for a hammer with a very small head and used it to bring the two ends together, effectively welding the rings into a solid circle, but careful to keep away from welding any two rings together. He repeated the process and conversed a bit more often now that it was quieter in the large room.

8 Hours Later

Klide continued work on the rings for many hours, asking his comrades for the occasional re fill or a little something to snack on, and kept interweaving more and more rings, and welding all of them to make the bonds stronger. He kept going on and on, and was now almost a third of the way done with the armor (not including the plates, wires, cartridges, or anything else). Klide looked  up at his two companions and said "You two should go to sleep now, I will just weave and bind a few more of these rings for a bit longer, and then I will probably go to sleep as well." He said "Good Night." as they stood to leave the hot forge room. After the other two left the room to prepare for bed, Klide worked the rings for what seemed like a few minutes, but when he looked out of a near by window the moon was much higher then it had been. It had probably already been an hour since the others had left. He placed the chain mail on the table and stood, stretching his back, arms, and legs as he got to his feet. He put out the light on the desk and walked out of the warm room. He entered the room that held the front door. It was then that he realized how sweaty he was.

His clothes stuck to his back and he did not smell the best at the moment, definitely not his usual dirt, grass, and tree smell (with a slight aroma of flowers on occasion). He silently walked out of the house that had encased him for many hours and walked to the river behind it. He walked down river about a half of a kilometer and brought one of his katanas out of his inventory. He threw the sword and his clothes onto the soft grass which lay along the bank of the river. He dunked the first article of clothing into the water and scrubbed it to make sure to get all of the grim out of it, and he repeated the process with every thing else he had been wearing. He decided to let the air dry his clothes while he went in for a bath. Klide walked into the cold water and a shiver shot up his spine. He continued until the water was up to his thighs and began to scrub the grim from his fingers and all the swear from his hot flesh. after he felt he had done an adequate job getting the filth off of his skin, he dunked his head under the dark water. The area around him was fortunately well lit, because the night was clear and the moon was very bright. Klide stepped out of the river and stood naked on the shore, his clothes were still rather damp as the sat drying in a branch. realizing at that moment that he had nothing to cry himself with. Feeling tat walking around in the nude would not be the most considerate thing to do, especially if he happened upon someone during his walk, so he took the driest piece of clothing, which turned out to be his thin cloak, and he wrapped the cloak around his hips and then tied his belt around it, and slid his sword through the belt. He walked around the forest, waiting for his skin and clothes to dry, and relaxing after a day of hard  work. After about a half hour he was dry, and he felt from the cloak that the other clothes should probably be close to dry by now as well. He had fortunately gone on this entire walk without incident. He walked back to the bank of the river and collected his clothes. After dressing, he walked back to Bailin's home and stepped back in as quietly as he could, even activating his skill Silent Movement to avoid waking the dogs. After his little adventure, he lied down on the couch, and soon drifted off.


Word Count: 1036
Total Word Count: 4428+1036=5464
Tags: Bailin , Rook
Skills Used: Silent Movement, Bath XD

[Bailin]

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HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 292 TWC: 4793 Tags Rook @blazeedge Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“Thank you, indeed, things could have started on a better footing for us, yet I have to admit, it was a… interesting first date. It is indeed a strong bond even though we do not see each other that often anymore, as Saskia spends a lot of time out the door. Yet I think things will be fine.” Bailin said, a tad surprised by the kind words Klide had spoken. The duo then proceeded to create several rings, which would create the basis of the armour. The task was simple enough, create a four in one set, which would look like a minor butterfly with enough fantasising. During the process Klide and Bailin exchanged several small talk conversations, the task demanding a minor amount of concentration as to allow talking and listening, however it did require enough attention to allow neither of them to notice the absence of Rook, whom had stated she required nourishment but, unbeknownst to the blacksmith and mechanic, had yet to return from her trip to the kitchen. [break][break] Somewhere along the way Klide had suggested they sleep and, after the hours of work they had spent, it would be nice to have a short nap, Bailin supposed as he nodded in agreement and bid Klide a good night, presuming Rook had already chosen to go to sleep. Carefully Bailin walked towards one of the walls and gently sat down, pulling up his legs and folding up his arms upon his knees as to substitute a pillow, like he had slept in the early days of his time here. Closing his eyes Bailin soon fell asleep in the comforts of his own workshop, relieved that he disallowed fighting, stealing and all other nasty sorts of things in his home. [break][break] ]

[Rook]

In the end, the glass had been covertly returned to Rook’s workspace, empty.

When the morning came, Rook was slow to rise.

The terror of living under a stranger’s power had kept her wound up for hours. In this place where Bailin had god like control, she just didn’t know him well enough to relax here. During the night, she had secretly tested the front door to be certain it would open when she tried it.
Eventually exhaustion and soft comforter had overtaken her though. It was a luxury she could rarely afford.

When the light of morning roused her, her first thought was that she could not remember the last time she’d slept so well. She assumed that somebody would knock on the door when the day was due to start, and so rolled over and continued to sleep in the comforters warm embrace.

Another rare occurrence… she dreamed. It was a dream of long ago. A dream of home, her actual home. The dry summer heat and a cold ice tea. The ice cubes clinked in the jug when she refreshed her glass and the glass of her friend. She? The illusion of peace started fading when she realized her hands were not her own, too feminine. Her conscious mind realized this was a dream and that the home was so far away that it may as well have been the moon.

She wasn’t crying, she told herself. It was just her drool on the pillow she borrowed.

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Word Count: 250
Tagged: Bailin @blazeedge

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Klide awoke to a beam of light piercing into his eyes. He lifted his head to get out of the light and yawned sluggishly. As he stood from the warm couch he had been sleeping in, he stretched his arms. He then walked over to the blinds that covered the window which had let the beam of light through. He opened the blinds and looked out over a beautiful sea of mist pained orange and pink from the light of the sun at dawn. Klide stretched his legs and arms once again and then entered the forge room to continue the armor. He sat alone in the large empty room and slipped more rings together, welding them together as quietly as he could. He was fairly certain that the others were still asleep, and thankfully he had finished most of the loud work the day before, though he had yet to forge the steel plates for the armor, but at least for now, the others could rest in relative silence. He suspected that with all of the strategically spaced gaps he was leaving for the insertion of the plates, he would probably cut out about 9 hours of work in the total time it would take, so his calculations told him he had anywhere from eight to twelve hours left of work with this project, it all depended on all the separate processes he would be taking after he finished putting the base of chain mail together. After he finished, he would have to forge the other plates and attach them, as well as interweaving the wires and potentially installing the cartridges from the previous armor. He only hopes that the armor would turn out properly.

Word Count: 286
Total Word Count: 5464+286=5750
Tags: Bailin , Rook

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 296 TWC: 4959 Tags @blazeedge Rook Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

As Bailin lay snoozing against the wall of his workshop vivid rings of metal, accompanied by the rattling sound they make when once drags them over a table of brushes them against something, appeared in front of his eyes. The sound added to the strength of the eerie vision. A wall of metal rings kept dancing in front of Bailin’s eyes until with a loud gasp he shot up right, relieved he was still in his workshop and there was no table or any other hard and solid objects above his head against which he could bump his head. Now standing the Warden saw the source of the visions he had seen while napping as his eyes caught the swashbuckler blacksmith hard at work at the forge, weaving both chain and wiring together. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes Bailin walked up to the blacksmith to check on the progress he had made. For some reason the swashbuckler had left an amount of gaps at certain places within the construction. “Say Klide, you have made me curious, why are you leaving holes in the construction? Do you have any intentions with those? Did you by any chance have thought of a different, perhaps more practical method for attaching the cartridges and Purity Core to the armour? Or perhaps you have thought of something entirely different, yet practical?” Balin asked of the swashbuckler, holding back a yawn, which made his shoulders shake a bit. [break][break] Regaining more and more of his mental capacity Bailin took a quick survey of the room, finding the scribe of their endeavour absent, probably still vastly asleep or so Bailin presumed as he carefully examined the work Klide had done so far and being satisfied with it, curious to see the end result. [break][break]

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Klide was surprised to look up and see Bailin making his way toward him. "Oh Bailin! Did I wake you? I am sorry if I did, I tried to be quieter with my work." Klide said as he continued weaving all of the small ringlets together into the mail. He had a few large holes already finished, and was currently working on one that would cover the abdomen. Bailin had by now walked all the way to the tool station at which Klide was working. He seemed intrigued by all the large holes Klide was leaving in the chain mail. “Say Klide, you have made me curious, why are you leaving holes in the construction? Do you have any intentions with those?" Klide looked up from the chain mail and smiled. "Well now, I would not be doing this if it did not serve a purpose would I? I will put the steel plated into these holes. That way, the links will be much stronger, and the armor will have a far lower weight, not to mention the time I will save by doing this. If we can do this right, we might finish the entire assembly of the armor by this afternoon, and have all the small things in by dusk. Then you will have your bed and couch back." Klide smiled at his friend and placed another few links into the chain mail. "Rook seems to be sleeping well. It is a good thing. She seemed rather upset or sad or something yesterday. I do not know how to express it. I do not have a right to judge her, as I do not know her well, but it seemed like she was going through something difficult, possible fighting against her self. I just felt like she was thinking about something that was limiting her ability to either open up, or to simply smile a bit. I used to be like that" Klide began to reminisce. "Back when this whole thing started, I was very shy, cold, and anti social. I did not open up to strangers and tended to avoid things that would lead to conversation, instead focusing more on killing boars and sleeping in trees." Klide was staring off into space as he began to remember these things. "I hope Rook is not going through something similar. I was far too distant back then. Imagine if I had not changed, we would not be having this conversation right now, and you guys would have had one less man for the fight to save Alette.... But I am getting off track." Klide smiled slightly and returned his focus to the task at hand. "Bailin, I do have one idea that would require some external aid. Is there a chance we could get a tailor in on the action? It would help with the armor, because they could add padding to the steel plates, which would act as both a shock absorbing function and as a function for making the armor more comfortable. If you don't know any, we could always contact Dumah. I think he would be more than happy to help out. Though it may take another day to finish if we add cloth to the plates. You were expecting us to stay for two night anyway, so As long as you don't mind, we can try contacting him and then finish the armor by tomorrow. I promise that the armor will not disappoint you either way." Klide looked down at the cain links as he continued binding them and patiently waited for his friend to reply.

Word Count: 601
Total Word Count: 5750+601=6351
Tags: Bailin , Rook
Note: Bailin , It does not have to be Dumah, I simply recommend him because I know he is a tailor, and he is someone we both know, so it would be familiar.

[Rook]

Having no intention of being caught in such a state, she rose on her own and prepared her face. Hair clipped just so to hide the unintelligible symbols that shadowed the left side of her face and right temple. Too much eye-liner to hide the fact that it touches the corners of her eyes.

There was no other make-up, there was no need for other make up. Her face possessed a surreal beauty found only in fiction. While she didn’t want others to see it, she was still proud of her face.
The avatar customization system had been detailed and deep. She had spent many hours adjusting, tweaking, changing and randomizing. To create a face that she would want to look at every day. While it was not the face she wanted, she still felt it was beautiful. Except for the race of ritual marks… why had she chosen a race that blemished her creation.

Still, she didn't want to lose herself any further to narcissism. Rook rose and dressed quickly pausing only to ensure she tied her bow correctly.

She gathered her things in the room and tried to tidy it as best she could, leaving the pillow she had used aside for cleaning. Unfortunately it had been darkened by her eyeliner even though she thought she’d removed it all before she slept.

She made her way to the workshop directly. Her bag was there, and if breakfast wasn't going to be provided, it would be apples.

“Good morning.”

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Word Count: 250
Tagged: Bailin @blazeedge

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 501 TWC: 5460 Tags Rook @blazeedge Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

As the Warden approached the working blacksmith he shook his head at the question if the Warden had been woken by the rattling of metal rings. “No worries dear friend, the sun is up and thus it is a good day for labour, time can only be wasted, not regained. Though I admit it would not surprise me if this world would actually allow for time shifting magic or skills. “he stated, pondering about the possibilities of possessing a skill that would allow one to manipulate time and space. [break][break] "It is true I would not doubt you would do anything without purpose nor intent, however it was unclear to me what you had in mind for said holes. However, now I do and I have to agree, it is a good plan. I do not mind sleeping against the wall, it was how I slept most of the time in the early days and I have grown a tad accustomed to it, you should not worry about me in that regard.” Bailin said as he focussed his vision on the work Klide had been doing so far and picturing all that had to be done still. [break][break] “Indeed she does and she did, I confess to worrying a small amount; however I suppose she is old enough to know what to say when something is bothering her. Though perhaps she was merely tired, I have not paid too much attention to her physical state as the coils required a great deal of my attention, yet I can imagine sitting all day on one’s butt writing things down and listening to us recall past events, one would be bored out of one’s mind and even feel left out for a bit. I see, well I am glad you did change, though it is in our nature to either adapt or perish.” Bailin responded, agreeing with Klide in few words. [break][break] “Getting of track, I suppose that is generally speaking, my line, though I suppose you would normally be correct to add padding to the armour, however, I do not think game mechanics require us to use padding whilst wearing armour. If we were to add the padding however, it would increase the price and as such make it less… interesting to create, from a financial viewpoint, add to that the delay and easy solution if padding is indeed required, I think we should remain true to our current plans and leave the padding out. It can be easily fixed by having a tailor craft some padded clothing and wearing that underneath the armour. I am aware you will not and I yet find myself lacking distrust of your skills and word. Let us finish this project and cross the next bridge when we get there.” Bailin said with a gentle grin as their scribe came in, bidding the two already present a good morning. [break][break] “Hello Rook, a good morning to you, did you sleep well?” Bailin asked with a gentle smile of the scribe.[break][break]

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"I am very glad that you agree with my idea for the plates in the armor." Klide continued to weave more and more ringlets together. With the time he had saved by deciding to leave holes for the plates, he was now more than half way through the chain mail portion of the project. In fact, he was about 90 percent done with the mail portion. He only had about an hour left of weaving th chains together before the time came to make the plates and then secure them in with the chain links. He was very surprised to see the progress he had made in the last day. Fortunately, with the amount he had done, there were anywhere from seven to eleven hours left. The project would definitely be done by night fall. "Bailin, I am certain you will be glad to hear this. We are almost done with the armor. I'd say there are only about nine hours of work left before this is finished." Klide looked up and smiled. "Much sooner than I expected to be honest. I only have a bit more to do with the chain mail, and then I have to forge the plates and install all of them into the chain mail. After that, you will be trying it on, and any needed adjustments can be made. I hope the finished product is to your liking." He then listened to Bailin's thoughts on that and on the padding, and hiring a tailor for the work. "I suppose you are correct, if need be, you can always wear padded clothing beneath the armor, I only hope that it is not too tight with such thick cloth under it." Klide got back to focusing on linking and welding all of the ringlets together. He worked for a short while before hearing Bailin say Rook's name. He looked up to see the young scribe and smiled. "Good morning Rook, how are you doing?"

Word Count: 328
Total Word Count: 6351+328=6679
Tags: Bailin , Rook

[Rook]

“I slept quite well thankyou.” Rook replied to both questions with a single answer and went straight to her bag.

It seemed they’d both been up for a while working and talking. It was a little embarrassing to come in late. he hid it by taking action immediately and heading to her bag in the space where she’d set up shop.
She rummaged about within and pulled out a smaller bag full of ingredient type items Things with flavour which had no cost and required no skill.
She took out some tiny but polished shiny fruit that must have been gathered by her directly. People didn't sell fruit like that in the market, they made it straight into pies or other food instead.

She began polishing one immediately on her sweater and bit in without further delay. It wasn't until after a few bites to freshen her breath that she approached the pair at work.

“I take it you’ve both been up for a while?” She looked over the work that Klide had done.
“Ah, you changed your design? Hold on, let me get some paper.”

She retrieved some papers, inks, apples and quills and moved a little closer.

“Apple, anybody?” She offered the apples she brought over to the others. They were tart.

She sketched a diagram on the chain and counted the links between the gaps for measurement.
It wasn't easy, and to somebody unfamiliar with documenting chain armor it took her a to make a semi-legible diagram.

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Word Count: 250
Tagged: Bailin @blazeedge

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 264 TWC: Total Word Count Tags @blazeedge Rook Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

“Indeed, like I said and agreed with you, we have to keep adapting lest we perish in the fiery pits of doom and demise of this world, as such when a better plan arises to fulfil the purpose of the task at hand one should grasp it with both hands, make it one’s own and keep adapting it to fit the situation, which is also the Warden’s guidebook in a way.” Bailin spoke with a certain flair and hint of resolve. “Indeed I am, though I admit you have spent far more work on this than I have, thus I presume you will be gladdened by it more so than I. And indeed, one you are finished it will be time for the dress rehearsal. Hence the reason why I’d prefer not to wear any padding at first, if it turns out it is required I shall place the request, however, until such a time I think it would be most prudent to test the armour with the current configuration and move forward from there on.” Bailin responded to Klide, the latter turning his attention to Rook as well, bidding her a good morning and inquiring how she fared. [break][break] “That is nice to hear, Klide just told me he was nearly finished, he has indeed changed the design a minor bit yet I think it is an improvement well worth it. “ Bailin spoke kindly, with a gentle smile as Rook gathered her papers. “No thank you, I am fine.” He politely declined the apple, things were far too interesting to be distracted by breakfast. [break][break]

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Klide brushed the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. He looked up at Rook as she began to reply to Bailin and him. "I am very glad to hear that you slept well Rook. I have not been up too long, by now it has probably been about twenty minutes." He said in response to her assumption of how long he and Bailin had been awake. "Yes, yes I have changed the design. I decided to do so soon after the two of you went to sleep last night." Klide began to explain the purpose of a few of the holes he had made. "There two are for protecting the chest, and these are all for plates that will cover the gut and crotch. I left chain links between them so that they are more mobile than one solid plate, this allows for far more mobility, especially in the hips and abdomen. These four holes are for plates that will cover the shoulders and shoulder blades." Klide then picked up the mail and laid it down so that the back was facing up. "These eight holes are for plates which will protect the spinal chord." There where more holes through out, but they held a bit less significance. "Ah, Well thank you for the offer, but I must decline. Eating an apple may not be a good idea when dealing with steal. I would not want anything to corrode just because I had a snack. Though I am not sure that corrosion is a problem here." He returned to connecting more of the rings, making sure to weld each one shut as he went on. "Also Rook, as Bailin has already stated, The chain mail portion of the armor is almost done, I have less than an hour of weaving the ringlets before I get started with forging the steel plates." He wove the rings, the chain mail getting closer and closer to completion.

Word Count: 328
Total Word Count: 6679+328=7007
Tags: Bailin , Rook

[Rook]

Rook helped herself to another apple, the others seemed too deeply enthralled to take the hint. Green scribe needs food, badly.

She watched Klide work for a while, she wondered where the man got his patience. She wouldn't call the work exactly riveting.

She decided to take this stray hour before Klide started forging again to crank up the conversation, though a part of her felt she was intruding on their focus. Best to keep it on topic.

“Hmmm, I’ve heard this kind of armor can be a pain to maintain in reality…rust and things. Klide, I assume you’re familiar with the armor’s handling and care?” She felt the slight tingles of deja-vu, thought patterns retracing previous ideas. Had she asked this before?
“In case Bailin can’t get it maintained by a regular blacksmith I mean.”

She readied her quill to record the response. If she was going to turn this whole thing into a book she wanted to be thorough. No point having a guide to make the thing without a guide to maintain the thing.

“Klide, your knowledge could be exceptionally useful, I’d like to preserve it. Would you be happy to write a book with me?” She asked. “I mean in a more general sense aside from chainmail. We’re cut off from the Internet, and the libraries of the world have not come with us. I’d rather we not slip back into the dark ages. You know something unusually useful in this circumstance, will you share it?”

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Word Count: 250
Tagged: Bailin @blazeedge

[Bailin]

[nospaces]

HP: 100% MP: 100% RH: Saurum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) LH: Sarum Progressive Riffle (lvl 20) QS: Golden Hilt (lvl 21) AR: Flak Jacket (lvl 21)

WC: 301 TWC: 6026 Tags @blazeedge Rook Theme Song TS Credits Cortana

All Bailin could do was listen and nod as Klide spoke to the scribe as the blacksmith had told Bailin the same, more or less. His explanation to Rook was a lot more detailed, which was not that strange as Bailin had gathered the gist of Klide’s plans and Rook was here to make detailed notes of their steps and plans. As she listened, and after the blacksmith and mechanic had declined her offer, Rook took out an apple and started eating it, whilst Klide continued his work, riveting the metallic rings together, leaving several large holes to be filled up with metal plates, increasing the armour rating of the new armour, or so was the general idea, at the cost of a minute amount of mobility and increased weight. [break][break] “Actually, a friend of mine told me it was actually relatively simple to maintain armour if one ad access to a barrel and fine sand. One would place the armour in the barrel, add the sand, place the lid on it and make sure it is indeed shut tightly and then proceed with rolling the barrel for a considerable length of time. The sand would act as if one were using sandpaper on the metal and as such remove the rust of said armour. Though he also told me that vinegar or a modern volcanic stone worked just as fine, though on chainmail I doubt a stone would be… pleasant. Though, like I said, it is what my friend told me and I have, alas, no such experience myself and as such I do hope Klide knows for if we indeed need to worry about rust and the likes, it would be more… pleasant to know this upfront rather than afterwards.” Bailin spoke calmly, with a gentle smirk on his face. [break][break]