Post by Valerie on May 30, 2015 2:52:27 GMT
A particular dark haired female Swashbuckler had waltzed up to a stone house by the riverside. A bright smile lit up her face as she excitedly rushed into her forge, ready to craft. While she was in Londinium, she noticed a quest made to all Adventurers, requesting certain items for a certain grand dinner that would be happening in Avon. Though the girl had not heard of the party, but she was still eager to help out for the only reason that she would get some practice out of the crafting as well as helping someone else.
The Swashbuckler stopped in the doorway of the forge, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness of the workshop before walking in and closing the heavy metal door behind her. As she walked towards the hearth, Valerie reached up and pulled a thick leather apron from a hook and slipped it on before grabbing a pair of protective gloves and pulled them on as well. With all her protective gear on, the Blacksmith began to work.
Valerie wandered over to a barrel of silver coloured metals with the label, Stainless Steel, engraved on a metal plate that was stuck onto the wooden barrel. The girl stuck her hand into the container and pulled out three pieces of metals. She held the close to her face, examining it with her eyes before nodding in approval and placed it on the table beside her. Metals are good, now we need to heat things up. The Swashbuckler thought to herself, and then chuckled lightly at herself and shook her head. She plunged her hand into a barrel again, a different barrel this time. One that was label coal, and then she pulled out four pieces of black rock. Wandering over to the hearth, the girl tossed the coals into the furnace and pumped the billows of the forge three times. The girl lean back against the work station behind her and watched the coals begin to heat up and glow brightly, becoming pretty coloured embers.
When she deemed it was hot enough, or rather the thickness of the air did, the Blacksmith grabbed the three metals and tossed them into the center of the hearth, on top of the glowing embers. Valerie coughed slightly and backed away from the hearth. Her dark violet eyes flitted upwards to check the time, and then she began to head towards the door that leads to the kitchen. The Dancer pulled her protective gear off, and dropped them on the closest table before yanking the heavy metal door open and darting into the cool kitchen. No one has cooked in the house since Valerie had moved in and everything was still very neat and tidy with the exception of a few glass cups that she had filled with water. The almost sweaty girl grabbed a cup and quickly filled it with cool tap water, and then downed it all at once without stopping. It was a big mistake trying to run all the way from the center of Londinium all the way to her house which was required the Adventurer to take the long and twisty path through the Greatwood Forest, or simply head straight into the forest and plow through everything to get to her house... Well, Valerie was never the most patient of people and had decided to plow through the woods jumping over every obstacle at top speed and darting around trees that were in her way, but she never strayed from her path. She was already quite tired from the trip, though she probably shouldn’t be considering her current level 50 body. Either way, the girl didn’t take the heat of the forge very well after the exhausting trip. Her mind had begun to play tricks on her and the heat from the forge seemed like it had begun to suffocate her.
With the cool water in her system, Valerie’s pulse began to slow and her breathing calmed, her lungs relaxed once again. Sighing softly, the girl placed the empty cup into the sink and headed back into the forge. As she entered, the girl pulled on her gear once again and went to check up on the metals in the hearth. All three metals had begun to glow brightly and the Blacksmith nodded in approval before turning around and scanning the forge. She had to find the appropriate tools to create the cutlery. She needed to make a fork, a knife and a spoon. Out of the three utensils, the one that would be easiest for Valerie to make was the knife, as she had already crafted bladed weapons before. The spoon would probably require a ton of chiseling and the fork… She didn’t know. Perhaps it needed more chiseling, but she would experiment until she gets what she wanted to make.
I might as well start with the knife then. The girl concluded and reached to the tools that hung on the stone wall and grabbed the tongs in her right hand and picked up both the hammer and hot chisel in the other. Turning around, the girl placed the chisel on the table beside her before walking to the furnace and picking up a single piece of metal. Valerie placed the heated metal on the anvil and begun to hit it with the hammer, the sound of a consistent thumping of metal hitting metal filled the forge. Turning the metal, the girl stretched it out, elongating it and made it thinner, creating the rough shape of a knife.
As the knife began to take shape, the girl switched the hammer for the hot chisel and began to smoothen out the metal, creating a smooth, round hold of the knife with long straight strokes. Then she moved onto the blade, the sharp edge of the utensil that would be cutting through different foods. With the chisel, the girl smoothened out the blade, removing all the small indents the hitting of the hammer had made on it. Along one side of the blade, the girl began to narrow the edge, thinning out the metal one that one side to create a sharp edge. Soon, it began edge became almost as thin as paper and expanded as it approached the other blunt end.
That’s about right… but not quite… The girl’s eyes noticed that something was slightly off about the knife; something was missing for the familiar dinner utensil. Valerie paused for a moment before lifting the unfinished knife and placing it carefully back into the hearth to heat the cooling metal. She would have to take some time to remember how a typical dinner knife looked like. The Adventurer closed her eyes and sank into her thoughts, trying to bring up memories of family dinners that had fine stainless steel cutlery. She bit her lip as she tried harder; it was not often that the girl had to remember her past, not after living in Elder Tale for a while. The girl had gotten accustomed to life in the Unfounded Kingdom, as that was how she was, quick to adapt. However, that didn’t mean that she didn’t miss reality, she had family, old friends, and other people she missed dearly that weren’t in the same world she was currently in.
Ah, yes… there were nicks along the edge of the blade, kinda like a toe pick… The girl realized and her eyes snapped open, happy that she had remembered, but then her face hit her hand at her last thought. Silly me, it’s not even remotely similar to a toe pick. The girl mental scolded herself for thinking of such a silly thing. Well… It’s sharp and not smooth… close enough. The voice in her head reasoned, and then Valerie simply shook her head and pushed it away. With her tongs, the girl plucked the unfinished knife and placed it back onto the anvil. Studying the craft carefully, the girl bit her lip and picked up her chisel and held the knife so that the sharp side of the blade face upwards. With the chisel, the girl carefully, created small, shallow indents and curves into the sharp side of the blade, noting to press the chisel in from the side instead of from the top so that the recently created sharp edge would not dull.
When she was finished, the girl walked over to a large metal basin that was empty, ready to be filled with cool water. Valerie pushed a rubber plug into place before turning the tap above the basin, letting icy cold water run into the basin, filling it up. As it was a bit more than half full, the girl shut off the tap and left the basin, only to return with the knife with her that was held with a pair of tongs. Taking a deep breath, the girl plunged the hot metal into the water and a hissing sound filled the work shop. When the metal lost its glow, the girl lifted it out of the water and placed it carefully onto an empty space on the work table. Placing down the tongs, the girl removed her protective gloves, the girl picked up two polishing cloths, one in each hand. With the cloth, Valerie began to clean off the remaining dirt and polished the utensil till it shone brightly.
When the knife clean and gleaming, the girl smiled in delight, happy that the craft had turned out quite well. Looking at it carefully, she began to imagine the other two utensils that would be crafted. Perhaps the theme of this set would have a smooth circular handle! The next one I make could have an octagonal handle, and the one after could be a hexagonal handle. The girl’s mind spun in excitement. The knife looked amazing; a very traditional and simply looking knife that was so shiny, it looked like silver. Maybe I can make actual silverware later! With and intricate design on the handle! The girl began to bounce up and down in excitement. She couldn’t wait to finish crafting this set of cutlery and moving onto her other ideas.
Valerie lay down a thick fluffy cloth onto the work table and lay the newly crafted knife on it. Smiling, the girl turned around and refocused her attention onto her next task; the spoon. She slipped on her protective gloves and grabbed her tongs, and then picked up another piece of hot metal from the furnace. Placing it down onto the anvil, the girl grabbed the hammer and began her work. Applying the same and consistent about of pressure, the Blacksmith created a steady beat from the hammer hitting and reforming the metal. Turning the metal in front of her, the girl’s beat didn’t stop and with each hit, the metal stretched, but left a chuck of metal at one end, that would become the dip of the spoon. At the neck of the utensil, the girl hammered it thinner than the rest and tampered it out, so that the craft currently looked like an exclamation mark. Giggling lightly, the girl switched the hammer for the chisel and began her task of reforming the metal.
Like with the knife, the girl pressed the chisel into the handle of the spoon and made long strokes onto the hot metal, creating a smooth surface along the handle. Turning the utensil, Valerie had soon created a smooth round handle that tampered off near the neck of the spoon, where the large chunk of metal was still untouched by the Blacksmith. When the handle was done, the girl stared intently at the round end of the spoon, not confident on how to go about crafting. With the chisel, the girl began to dig into the ball of metal that had collected at the end of spoon as if it was a bowl. The metal began to stretch out over the front of end of the spoon as if it was an extra-long shovel. Valerie’s face contorted into a frown. She grumbled to herself and switched her chisel back to the hammer and begun to hit the round end of the metal back into the shape of a ball. Unhappily, the girl picked up the slightly messed up utensil into the hearth, letting the metal heat up as it was begin to cool.
Valerie sighed and stared into the furnace before walking over to pump the billows twice to keep the fire alive. Looking beyond the flames, the Blacksmith pondered on how she could possible make a spoon. A full round end would simply be too much metal, but then how much would she need to make the spoon? The girl continued to stare into the fire as her mind spun, trying to find ways to make the metal into the dip of a spoon. Half would probably still be too much. A quarter seems to be too little, as the dip of the spoon should not be so thin. And what was in between was one third of it. However, that would be a pain to cut it into perfect thirds. With that being said, it was easier to cut and trim the metal instead of trying to add metal to her craft.
So the girl picked up the glowing metal with her tongs and picked up her hot chisel and slowly began to shave off half of the end of the spoon, trying to do it as precisely as possible. When most of the half was gone, Valerie began to dig into the half-ish sphere on the end of the tool. Slowly, the girl pressed the chisel into the metal and began to turn it slowly to shape the unformed, or what Valerie would call “deformed”, end of the tool. After a while of fiddling with the chisel and the end piece, the dip of the spoon began to take shape. Carefully holding the handle of the utensil, Valerie began to smoothen out the edges and round out the interior and exterior of the dip. Going from the handle to the cup of the spoon, the Blacksmith began to smoothen out the edges and make the utensil appear like one whole piece, not separated at the bridge between the handle and dip.
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(OOC: Stainless steel cutlery)
The Swashbuckler stopped in the doorway of the forge, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness of the workshop before walking in and closing the heavy metal door behind her. As she walked towards the hearth, Valerie reached up and pulled a thick leather apron from a hook and slipped it on before grabbing a pair of protective gloves and pulled them on as well. With all her protective gear on, the Blacksmith began to work.
Valerie wandered over to a barrel of silver coloured metals with the label, Stainless Steel, engraved on a metal plate that was stuck onto the wooden barrel. The girl stuck her hand into the container and pulled out three pieces of metals. She held the close to her face, examining it with her eyes before nodding in approval and placed it on the table beside her. Metals are good, now we need to heat things up. The Swashbuckler thought to herself, and then chuckled lightly at herself and shook her head. She plunged her hand into a barrel again, a different barrel this time. One that was label coal, and then she pulled out four pieces of black rock. Wandering over to the hearth, the girl tossed the coals into the furnace and pumped the billows of the forge three times. The girl lean back against the work station behind her and watched the coals begin to heat up and glow brightly, becoming pretty coloured embers.
When she deemed it was hot enough, or rather the thickness of the air did, the Blacksmith grabbed the three metals and tossed them into the center of the hearth, on top of the glowing embers. Valerie coughed slightly and backed away from the hearth. Her dark violet eyes flitted upwards to check the time, and then she began to head towards the door that leads to the kitchen. The Dancer pulled her protective gear off, and dropped them on the closest table before yanking the heavy metal door open and darting into the cool kitchen. No one has cooked in the house since Valerie had moved in and everything was still very neat and tidy with the exception of a few glass cups that she had filled with water. The almost sweaty girl grabbed a cup and quickly filled it with cool tap water, and then downed it all at once without stopping. It was a big mistake trying to run all the way from the center of Londinium all the way to her house which was required the Adventurer to take the long and twisty path through the Greatwood Forest, or simply head straight into the forest and plow through everything to get to her house... Well, Valerie was never the most patient of people and had decided to plow through the woods jumping over every obstacle at top speed and darting around trees that were in her way, but she never strayed from her path. She was already quite tired from the trip, though she probably shouldn’t be considering her current level 50 body. Either way, the girl didn’t take the heat of the forge very well after the exhausting trip. Her mind had begun to play tricks on her and the heat from the forge seemed like it had begun to suffocate her.
With the cool water in her system, Valerie’s pulse began to slow and her breathing calmed, her lungs relaxed once again. Sighing softly, the girl placed the empty cup into the sink and headed back into the forge. As she entered, the girl pulled on her gear once again and went to check up on the metals in the hearth. All three metals had begun to glow brightly and the Blacksmith nodded in approval before turning around and scanning the forge. She had to find the appropriate tools to create the cutlery. She needed to make a fork, a knife and a spoon. Out of the three utensils, the one that would be easiest for Valerie to make was the knife, as she had already crafted bladed weapons before. The spoon would probably require a ton of chiseling and the fork… She didn’t know. Perhaps it needed more chiseling, but she would experiment until she gets what she wanted to make.
I might as well start with the knife then. The girl concluded and reached to the tools that hung on the stone wall and grabbed the tongs in her right hand and picked up both the hammer and hot chisel in the other. Turning around, the girl placed the chisel on the table beside her before walking to the furnace and picking up a single piece of metal. Valerie placed the heated metal on the anvil and begun to hit it with the hammer, the sound of a consistent thumping of metal hitting metal filled the forge. Turning the metal, the girl stretched it out, elongating it and made it thinner, creating the rough shape of a knife.
As the knife began to take shape, the girl switched the hammer for the hot chisel and began to smoothen out the metal, creating a smooth, round hold of the knife with long straight strokes. Then she moved onto the blade, the sharp edge of the utensil that would be cutting through different foods. With the chisel, the girl smoothened out the blade, removing all the small indents the hitting of the hammer had made on it. Along one side of the blade, the girl began to narrow the edge, thinning out the metal one that one side to create a sharp edge. Soon, it began edge became almost as thin as paper and expanded as it approached the other blunt end.
That’s about right… but not quite… The girl’s eyes noticed that something was slightly off about the knife; something was missing for the familiar dinner utensil. Valerie paused for a moment before lifting the unfinished knife and placing it carefully back into the hearth to heat the cooling metal. She would have to take some time to remember how a typical dinner knife looked like. The Adventurer closed her eyes and sank into her thoughts, trying to bring up memories of family dinners that had fine stainless steel cutlery. She bit her lip as she tried harder; it was not often that the girl had to remember her past, not after living in Elder Tale for a while. The girl had gotten accustomed to life in the Unfounded Kingdom, as that was how she was, quick to adapt. However, that didn’t mean that she didn’t miss reality, she had family, old friends, and other people she missed dearly that weren’t in the same world she was currently in.
Ah, yes… there were nicks along the edge of the blade, kinda like a toe pick… The girl realized and her eyes snapped open, happy that she had remembered, but then her face hit her hand at her last thought. Silly me, it’s not even remotely similar to a toe pick. The girl mental scolded herself for thinking of such a silly thing. Well… It’s sharp and not smooth… close enough. The voice in her head reasoned, and then Valerie simply shook her head and pushed it away. With her tongs, the girl plucked the unfinished knife and placed it back onto the anvil. Studying the craft carefully, the girl bit her lip and picked up her chisel and held the knife so that the sharp side of the blade face upwards. With the chisel, the girl carefully, created small, shallow indents and curves into the sharp side of the blade, noting to press the chisel in from the side instead of from the top so that the recently created sharp edge would not dull.
When she was finished, the girl walked over to a large metal basin that was empty, ready to be filled with cool water. Valerie pushed a rubber plug into place before turning the tap above the basin, letting icy cold water run into the basin, filling it up. As it was a bit more than half full, the girl shut off the tap and left the basin, only to return with the knife with her that was held with a pair of tongs. Taking a deep breath, the girl plunged the hot metal into the water and a hissing sound filled the work shop. When the metal lost its glow, the girl lifted it out of the water and placed it carefully onto an empty space on the work table. Placing down the tongs, the girl removed her protective gloves, the girl picked up two polishing cloths, one in each hand. With the cloth, Valerie began to clean off the remaining dirt and polished the utensil till it shone brightly.
When the knife clean and gleaming, the girl smiled in delight, happy that the craft had turned out quite well. Looking at it carefully, she began to imagine the other two utensils that would be crafted. Perhaps the theme of this set would have a smooth circular handle! The next one I make could have an octagonal handle, and the one after could be a hexagonal handle. The girl’s mind spun in excitement. The knife looked amazing; a very traditional and simply looking knife that was so shiny, it looked like silver. Maybe I can make actual silverware later! With and intricate design on the handle! The girl began to bounce up and down in excitement. She couldn’t wait to finish crafting this set of cutlery and moving onto her other ideas.
Valerie lay down a thick fluffy cloth onto the work table and lay the newly crafted knife on it. Smiling, the girl turned around and refocused her attention onto her next task; the spoon. She slipped on her protective gloves and grabbed her tongs, and then picked up another piece of hot metal from the furnace. Placing it down onto the anvil, the girl grabbed the hammer and began her work. Applying the same and consistent about of pressure, the Blacksmith created a steady beat from the hammer hitting and reforming the metal. Turning the metal in front of her, the girl’s beat didn’t stop and with each hit, the metal stretched, but left a chuck of metal at one end, that would become the dip of the spoon. At the neck of the utensil, the girl hammered it thinner than the rest and tampered it out, so that the craft currently looked like an exclamation mark. Giggling lightly, the girl switched the hammer for the chisel and began her task of reforming the metal.
Like with the knife, the girl pressed the chisel into the handle of the spoon and made long strokes onto the hot metal, creating a smooth surface along the handle. Turning the utensil, Valerie had soon created a smooth round handle that tampered off near the neck of the spoon, where the large chunk of metal was still untouched by the Blacksmith. When the handle was done, the girl stared intently at the round end of the spoon, not confident on how to go about crafting. With the chisel, the girl began to dig into the ball of metal that had collected at the end of spoon as if it was a bowl. The metal began to stretch out over the front of end of the spoon as if it was an extra-long shovel. Valerie’s face contorted into a frown. She grumbled to herself and switched her chisel back to the hammer and begun to hit the round end of the metal back into the shape of a ball. Unhappily, the girl picked up the slightly messed up utensil into the hearth, letting the metal heat up as it was begin to cool.
Valerie sighed and stared into the furnace before walking over to pump the billows twice to keep the fire alive. Looking beyond the flames, the Blacksmith pondered on how she could possible make a spoon. A full round end would simply be too much metal, but then how much would she need to make the spoon? The girl continued to stare into the fire as her mind spun, trying to find ways to make the metal into the dip of a spoon. Half would probably still be too much. A quarter seems to be too little, as the dip of the spoon should not be so thin. And what was in between was one third of it. However, that would be a pain to cut it into perfect thirds. With that being said, it was easier to cut and trim the metal instead of trying to add metal to her craft.
So the girl picked up the glowing metal with her tongs and picked up her hot chisel and slowly began to shave off half of the end of the spoon, trying to do it as precisely as possible. When most of the half was gone, Valerie began to dig into the half-ish sphere on the end of the tool. Slowly, the girl pressed the chisel into the metal and began to turn it slowly to shape the unformed, or what Valerie would call “deformed”, end of the tool. After a while of fiddling with the chisel and the end piece, the dip of the spoon began to take shape. Carefully holding the handle of the utensil, Valerie began to smoothen out the edges and round out the interior and exterior of the dip. Going from the handle to the cup of the spoon, the Blacksmith began to smoothen out the edges and make the utensil appear like one whole piece, not separated at the bridge between the handle and dip.
Words: 2381
(OOC: Stainless steel cutlery)