Weapons&Armor

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Klide had planned to do some crafting with a friend for some time. He had not worked his skills since he made armor for his friend Bailin, and now wanted to work more on his weapon crafting. He had agreed to meet Dumah at St. Pancras Station, a grand, red brick, Victorian style train station that had been remade into this worlds crafting district, at about ten in the morning, but here he was at eight thirty. He had woken up early because he was worried he would be late, and it left him with an hour and a half to kill. "Well, better to be early than to be late, I suppose." He thought as he wandered into the red station. as he wandered around, he looked up to see how it was so well lit inside, and found a grand glass roof arching over the station. From his first impressions of the roof, it appeared to be made up of a series of wrought iron ribs resulting in a space about 30 meters high, more than twice as wide, and very very long. "I wonder if I could make something like that someday..." he mumbled as he admired the work behind it. He gave it one last look before continuing deeper into the station. He passed into and through all of the different crafting stations. There was the occasional adventurer mixing a potion, or screwing some gears together, or sewing away at a fine robe. "Wonderful! The smithy stations are right next to the tailors section. Dumah and I will be able to chat as we both work!" He thought excitedly as he looked at all of the tools available to his trade. "Well, they are all pretty basic, but there are some I have yet to experiment with. This will be fun!" He thought to himself. He was far to excited for someone who was about to sweat, toil, and struggle over red and white hot steel. He picked up one of the black headed hammers and tossed it up into the air, catching it as it descended. "They seem decent enough. At least the head did not fly off in mid air. With the quality of the starter gear here, I did not know what to expect out of these tools." He thought as he replaced the hammer in its original spot. He looked at his UI to see that he had wasted a bit more time than he thought. "Shit! Hopefully he is not here yet, I would not want to leave him waiting" He said to himself as he sprinted out of the crafting area, and into the sunny streets. He cloaked his eyes with his hand and looked out into the small crowd off wandering people, waiting for his eyes to adjust to the brighter, more direct sun light. When he did not see his friend, he assumed that maybe he was not late after all. He stepped back and leaned up on the red wall of St. Pancras station, waiting to see the swashbuckler and planning out which weapons the man might want.

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After some time, the man in casual clothing approached, his long black hair slung over his shoulder in its typical ponytail. He had his left hand in his hoodie pocket, waving at Klide with his right hand, a friendly smile on his face. "Nice to see you, Klide." The man had a bag with him, and as he approached Klide, he opened the bag, handing him several pages of paper in see through plastic protectors for each page. "I brought you my designs for my requested weapons. I have four pages in there, so you can expect quite some work!" Dumah laughed softly as he closed the bag.

Each page had a high quality sketch of a weapon, as well as plenty of written information regarding the item featured on each page.

The first page had a design for a long, gold colored, elegant spear wrapped in a purple talisman cloth up to the beginning of the sharpened end of the blade; another drawing was of the same spear, but this sketch lacked the purple cloth. "Dumahim Gae Buidhe" was written at the top. Underneath, in subtext, was a translation. "Dumahim Yellow Rose of Mortality." Underneath this was more text, presumably the intended flavor text for the completed weapon. "The Dumahim Yellow Rose of Mortality. A cursed spear granted to a legendary hero by the king of fairies, this weapon's curse sharpens the blade, causing deep wounds that can be healed by neither magic nor natural means. This legendary spear is destined to by wielded alongside its other half: Gae Dearg."

The second page had a design for another spear, longer in size and colored red instead of gold. Both spears had nearly identical designs, and this spear's page also had two sketches, one wrapped in a similar purple talisman cloth. At the top was the name of the spear: "Dumahim Gae Dearg" while underneath was another translation in subtext: "Dumahim Crimson Rose of Exorcism." There was another block of text for this weapon's flavor text. "The Dumahim Crimson Rose of Exorcism. A cursed spear bestowed upon a legendary warrior by his father, this weapon's curse sharpens the blade, causing deep wounds that can be healed by neither magic nor natural means. This legendary spear is destined to by wielded alongside its other half: Gae Buidhe."

The third page had a design for a long, beautiful sword. Like the pages before, the top had large text depicting the name. "Dumahim Fragarach." The subtitle translation was missing, but the block of text for the flavor text was there. "The Dumahim Fragarach. A sword forged by the gods, passed down through generations of legendary warriors. This legendary sword is said to be strong enough to cut through any shield or opposition."

The fourth page had another sword. Like the Dumahim Fragarach, this sword had a long blade, but the hilt and guard were made of a magnificent gold colored steel. At the top of the page was its name: "Dumahim Caledfwlch." Beside the sketch of the weapon was the flavor text: "The Dumahim Caledfwlch. A mythical sword said to have been once wielded by a legendary king. This blade is known by other names, most commonly as Excalibur. It has been held in the hands of heroes and legends throughout the ages."

Dumah then took out his own resources: Many sheets of fabric, numerous spools of thread, as well as his tailoring tools, and lastly a sketch book opened up to a page with a set of leather armor on it. Dumah set up in a nearby crafting station, putting down his materials and setting his opened sketch book near the crafting mannequin.

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Gae Buidhe
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Klide was overjoyed to see his friend coming toward him. He waved at the elegant tailor as he came closer. Klide and Dumah walked side by side into the station as Dumah showed him drawing after drawing. "Wonderful! Fantastic! Wait.... Excalibur? Dumah, you want me to make such grand sword? But I am only me. I am no distinguished or prominent blacksmith, I have few riches and no home, and yet you wish me to build possible the most renowned sword of all times?" Klide was taken aback by the request, but he listened to the man as he then brought out another drawing, this time of a set of cloth armor (sorry, can you please make this armor set cloth, and the other one, the 'Heavy' leather armor, just regular leather armor?) Klide was quite pleased when he saw the drawing. "Ah! So you have kept it. That drawing took many many trials and errors, especially since I am no artisan of the pen or of the paper. And it seems you have a project of your own as well. I do too. I have to make two swords for myself, though I am not sure if I should make those now." Klide reached into a pouch on his back and pulled out several metal ingots.

Klide studied each ingot carefully, deciding which was best for which weapon. He then took four of them that he liked and set three of the four on the edge of his work table. The last, he gripped with tongs and dipped into the furnace, slowly feeding it into the belly of the flame until it was engulfed entirely. "Thank you Cal." He said jokingly, before closing the door to the furnace and sitting down at the craftsman's table and began to write out notes and measurements for the drawings Dumah had provided. "If it is withing the power of my steel, my hammer, and my heart, then I will make these weapons worthy of the legendary warrior who will wield them." He went back to drawing and for a moment was silent, but he was not sure that he could stay working like that right now. He would not be able to talk to Dumah much once the hammering started, so now was the time to chat. "It has been a fair time since we have spoken Dumah, How have you and Alette been holding up? I have to say that I have had a rather quite time since last time. Two animal girls rammed into me in one day, and me and Bailin training them a bit in the art of slime kill, but aside from that, life has been rather quiet and uneventful." Klide finished with the arrhythmic and fed the forge more coals. He pulled the metal from the furnace and it glowed crimson. "Brace yourself, this may be a bit loud." Klide said before the first of many loud rings filled the air around him.

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Total Word Count: 521+497=1018
Tag: @dumah
Note: Sorry it isn't anything special despite the tense wait. (Also, is there any chance you could make a leather shield for the leather armor

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Klide was taken aback as he noticed one of the pages. "Wait... Excalibur? Dumah, you want me to make such a grand sword? But I am only me. I am no distinguished or prominent blacksmith, I have few riches and no home, and yet you wish me to build possibly the most renowned sword of all times?"

Dumah put his left hand on the right shoulder of his blacksmith friend, giving him a glance of determination. "Klide, the fact that you are a mere blacksmith like all the rest is precisely why you must forge it! This is your chance, my friend! How many of those in your trade can boast to have forged Caledfwlch? None!" Dumah smiled before dropping his hand and returned to his crafting station to begin his work. As Klide began hammering the metal in his crafting area, Dumah was cutting the numerous fabrics and leathers into shape. It was almost humorous how the two were working together on each others' equipment, and yet the actual work seemed so opposite. On one side was a man hammering away at scalding metal to shape it, each bang of the hammer so loudly ringing throughout the hall; on the other side was a man where the most dangerous thing he had nearby was a needle and a pair of sewing scissors, his work seeming so silent.

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Klide felt the hand of his friend find a resting place on his right shoulder. Dumah offered his determined yet kind support and reason for Klide to be the one who would make Excalibur. It would be his chance to grow in fame, and to gain infamy with the foes of his weapon wielders, for they would quickly learn to resent the bite of his steel. "Ah Dumah, but how many in my trade can boast to even be able to pronounce Caledfwlch?" He chuckled at his own quip and began his work on the first weapon, the spear Gae Buidhe. He would have a lot of heating and hammering to do with both spears, at the shafts would be drawn out, thin enough to fit well in the hand and be light, but thick enough to resist the swing of a war ax or hammer if it hit the shaft. Klide now held in his tongs a ingot that had yet to take shape for what he had planned for it. He removed the cover over the forge and replaced the ingot into the blazing forge. "Its rather funny is it not? The juxtaposition between our two crafts? We stand so close, and yet you are quiet with your smooth cuts and silent cloth, and I am not to far with my loud rings and pings, and my precision hammer strikes. And yet, both of our crafts will ultimately save lives, regardless of how loud the process of making them was." Klide began to trace more detail of the spear on a sheet on the work bench as he waited for the steel to heat. He had not gotten a reply to his question about Alette, but he assumed that was because Dumah would either A. rather not talk about it, or B. had not heard him. He dropped a few more coals into the flame, but waited a bit more before pulling it out and beginning to hammer again. He was drawing a large portion out, slowly making it longer and longer. He kept one of the faces of the steel about as thick as it had been when he had started. The thick portion would be transformed into the head of the spear after he had drawn out the handle.

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Total Word Count: 1018+384=1402
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After some time, Dumah had cut up plenty of cloth; enough to make a long coat and a button-up shirt, along with a tie and black pants. After the fabric was cut up as necessary, Dumah began to separate and organize the shreds in groups, each group based off of the color of the fabric. However, this ended up only being two groups: black and white. There was a third group, but this was mostly for small pieces of other colors, or other parts in general such as buttons. All in all, the Swashbuckler's crafting environment was rather clean and organized, and - save for the rhythmic pounding of metal on metal nearby - it was quite peaceful. "I think I shall use cloth armor," Dumah began to speak. He did not expect that Klide could hear him over the banging of his hammer, but Dumah spoke nonetheless; perhaps partially to himself. "The best case scenario would be to not allow myself to be hit. While leather would make any hits I take less painful, cloth would make it harder to be hit in the first place." The Swashbuckler began sewing together his new outfit. Dumah was one of the very few tailors who choose not to use a sewing machine, but it feels more soothing to do such work by hand in his eyes.

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After much time was spent sewing together the cut up pieces of cloth and fabric, Dumah had completed his new outfit. He held the completed outfit up in front of him, seeming impressed with his own work. The outfit consisted of a long, opened, black jacket with gold trimmings, an upturned collar, and rolled-up sleeves; a white dress shirt underneath, straightened with an unorganized black necktie; black pants; and lastly, white sneakers. He smiled softly before replacing his weatherproof hoodie and jeans with the new outfit. It was incredible, and anyone who saw Dumah in this new gear would unanimously agree upon one way to perfectly describe his appearance: A modern day samurai. This new gear looked perfect for Dumah, as if he were meant to wear it; as if it were meant for him. He sat back down, a smile on his face. All that was left was for Dumah to finalize the equipment by naming and defining it. He spoke aloud as he did so. "Dumahim Uniform of a Colorless King." He then moved to the description. "The uniform of a man with no king, this attire represents the will to forge one's own path, along with the skill and desire to uphold what one deems right, becoming a leader, not a follower. A garb befitting of a modern day samurai, worn by those with no regrets, proudly bound by their own honor." Dumah's new equipment was now finished, and the Swashbuckler was glad to have new armor.

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Dumahim Uniform of a Colorless King: www.cosplayhouse.com/images/D/006-908.jpg

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Klide hammered in silence, or at least, in what silence could be had with the pulsing bursts of noise produced by his hammer striking the red hot metal on his anvil. He had drawn out a significant length so far and he was pleased with how it was coming along. After another reheat and drawing out, the shaft was somewhat done. all it needed now was to not be so flat and thin. Klide began his hammering once again, but this time he used a hammer with a smaller and rounder head, and he used a depression in his crafting table. Slowly, he hammered the thing steel into a tube and he then took his time making solid and sturdy welds, after which he spent a good amount of time running down the entire shaft with sand paper of various grains in order to smooth it out and give it a lovely shine. When he was do, the shaft looked as flawless as if it were a factory make high quality pipe only the walls of this pipe were far thinner. Klide pulled from his inventory (hammerspace) a pair of two long wooden shafts. they were both longer then needed, but he did not mind. It was a sturdy wood, very tough an hard, though he did not know exactly what type it was. He slid one of the wooden rods into the hollow shaft and removed the excess with a steel-cutting saw. It was a tight fit, and would not be coming out anytime soon, but just to make sure no random blow could dislodge it, Klide had hammered out a little cap for the base of the hilt and he also put two steel pins through the shaft of both the spear and the stick. He then polished the pegs so that they were unnoticeable and became almost part of the spear shaft. Klide then got to work on the head and blade of the weapon. He had already shaped it after many many strokes of the hammer and was now sitting at the grind wheel, ripping away excess metal and giving the blade a thin edge. It was only sharp enough to cut paper if he guided it. When he was finished with it, he wanted it push cut sharp, so that just touching it to the paper was enough for it to do the rest of the work on its own. He finished the sharpening and found then went to buffering the blade. He gave it a mirror finish before standing from his bench and opening up the fuel hatch for the furnace, where usually, only coals would be inserted. He slid the weapon in and quickly lupped it out, and when he put in the tip of the blade, he kept in for only a few moments longer before pulling it out. Looking up and down the weapon he found that the color had come out rather perfectly The tip was a beautiful maroon which quickly faded into a dandelion yellow that spread all the way down to the end of the shaft. He stood, closing the fuel door with his foot as he did so, and he looked over at his friend, the tailor. "Oh, Wow! Did you make that entire outfit just now? It looks fantastic on you. Well Done!" Klide walked over to his companion with spear in hand. "Hold her, tell me how she feels. The Dumahim Gae Buidhe is done. All she needs now is a master to wield her." With that, Klide placed the weapon into his friends hand and walked back into his station. He threw a few more coals into the furnace and tossed his second ingot into the heater.

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Total Word Count: 1402+623=2025 
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Dumah smiled as Klide commented on the Half-Alv's new outfit. "Oh, wow! Did you make that entire outfit just now? It looks fantastic on you. Well done!" Klide walked over to his companion with the yellow spear in his hand. "Hold her, tell me how she feels. The Dumahim Gae Guidhe is done. All she needs now is a master to wield her." With that, Klide placed the weapon into his friend's hand and walked back into his station.

Dumah smiled softly at his new weapon, holding it in his left hand. He held it near the center of balance, allowing him to easily and skillfully manipulate the weapon. He swung it about a few times, spun it in his hand, and finished his practice by holding the back end of the shaft in the pit of his arm, between his chest and the upper part of his bicep. This gave the spear great stability, and Dumah managed to stab at the air quickly several times before putting the spear in his inventory and smiling, pleased with the result.

Dumah now turned back to his crafting station, repeating his usual process of tailoring equipment. He began the way he always did, by organizing his materials and cleaning his station of any mess left over from his previous work. He discarded unnecessary scraps of fabric and cloth, and put out all of the pieces he would need for the light armor Klide had requested. Once it was all organized, he began to cut the sheets of fabric into the shapes he would need.

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Note: At the beginning, I had trouble because I was like "Dumah smiled as Klide commented on his- (no that might make readers think 'his' is referring to Klide) as Klide commented on the Swashbuckler's- (wait they're both Swashbucklers! ... *ten minutes later*) on the Half-Alv's new outfit!"

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After much time and many cuts of fabric, Dumah had all of the pieces of cloth he would need to craft a set of light armor for his friend. "All right, now I can begin." The Half-Alv carefully grabbed the minuscule steel needle from the stack of layered sheets of fabric it had been left resting upon, holding it steadily in his hand, between his left middle finger and thumb; with his right hand, he reached for a spool of thread, carefully pulling it from the rod the thread was tightly wrapped around. He pulled out a rather long string, cutting it at the base, releasing it from the rest of the thread on the spool. With the thread free now, the Tailor held it at the end between his right hand's middle finger and thumb, slowly and carefully feeding it through the eye of the sewing needle with precision and skill. Once the needle was attached to the thread, Dumah grabbed both ends of the thread and tied them together, leaving a tiny knot at the end of the string. This process doubled the strength of the thread, causing it to be less likely to break or snap while worn. Dumah forced the needle through the fabric, penetrating two pieces of cloth several times, holding them together.

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Many moments later, and many more piercing and pulling of the thread later, the equipment was at last complete, and Dumah held up the commissioned light armor he had made for his companion. It was a simple piece, covering the torso and legs, similar in design to a tunic with no sleeves. It had several belts and notches on it, and the back reached down to the wearer's thighs. Dumah smiled in satisfaction at his work, as he often did, contemplating the name for it, as well as its description. Klide had given Dumah no explicit instructions regarding the name nor description of either of the pieces he had requested, and Dumah did not wish to disrupt his work as a blacksmith with a trivial question.

After much time was spent contemplating on the matter, Dumah snapped his fingers in revelation. "Dumahim Cyclas of The North" Dumah had chosen this name inspired by the upcoming expedition to Scotland, for which the two Swashbucklers were currently preparing their equipment. "A cyclas crafted by Dumah Iino in preparation for the expedition through Scotland. This clothing represents the drive to adventure, blazing a trail where none had gone before." Dumah was satisfied enough with his work, and put it aside to show Klide once he was finished with his work.

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After Dumah had set aside the cyclas he had crafted for his friend, he began to once again prepare his work station for the next project. Superfluous scraps of cloth were cast aside and replaced with full, thick, towers of folded sheets of fabric laid beside another stack; this stack, however, was not made from cloth and fabrics as the one resting beside it was. The second tower of materials was made from leathers. Dumah made sure he had all of the materials he would need to have for making a set of leather armor Klide had commissioned. Once he was assured, he could begin his work. Once everything was all well organized, he began to cut the sheets of fabric into the shapes he would need.

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The process repeated just the same as it had with the two pieces before. Dumah organized the fabrics he had cut by color, thickness, texture, and shape. Once they were all organized into their respective groups, the Half-Alv began to do the same to the stack of leather, and once it was done, he prepared to sew again. The Half-Alv carefully grabbed the needle from the stack of materials once again, holding it steadily in his hand just as he had before, with it gripped between his left middle finger and thumb; with his right hand, he reached for a spool of thread, carefully pulling it from the rod the thread was tightly wrapped around. He pulled out a rather long string, cutting it at the base, releasing it from the rest of the thread on the spool. With the thread free now, the Tailor held it at the end between his right hand's middle finger and thumb, slowly and carefully feeding it through the eye of the sewing needle with precision and skill. Once the needle was attached to the thread, Dumah grabbed both ends of the thread and tied them together, leaving a tiny knot at the end of the string in his usual method of strengthening the string. He began to sew the armor together, occasionally poking himself with the needle gently. Having done some needlework before, the pain was minimal, and he continued working to finish Klide's leather armor.

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Once again, Klide's new piece of equipment was completed. Dumah held it up, examining it, once again proud of his work. "This looks good!" Dumah put it back down and sat back, crossing his legs and holding his right elbow in his left hand, his right hand holding his chin as he pondered. He examined the piece more as he contemplated its name. "Judging by the style, I can name it a tabard, but the question is..." Dumah now had to add his little bit of flavor text to the title, much like how the cyclas he made had 'of The North' attached to the end of it. "... Why do I not just simply use the same name...? Sure, it would be rather unoriginal, but they are for the same purpose. Perhaps I could even use the same flavor text...?"

Dumah nodded to himself as he failed to conceive a better name and description for it, finishing his piece with the addition of its name and flavor text. "Dumahim Tabard of The North," he named it. "A protective tabard crafted by Dumah Iino in preparation for the expedition through Scotland. This clothing represents one's willingness to succeed in an adventure, ensuring the safety and protection of a place where none had gone before." Dumah was content enough with his work, and put it aside with the cyclas, waiting for Klide to finish his work before showing him.

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Klide drew a large hardened cloth from a pile by the side of his working station. It was of a thick leathery material, charred on one side from use. He slid the charred side over all of the surfaces he had worked on and as it glided over the surfaces, so too did a shower of tiny metal fragments and sparks that had remained from the hammering and sharpening. He then hit it over a bin filled with scrap and shavings and used the other side, less charred, softer, and uneven, to wipe the surfaces once more, making sure to grab anything he had not picked up on the first run. After this, he organized the tools on the wall. He had pulled off a few that he did not end up using, and since the next project was one very similar the the previous, he had no need for the tools he had not used on the first spear. After organizing the tools He checked on the ingot. It was not quite as hot as he had hoped so he tossed a few more coals into the bottom of the furnace and let forth a gust of air from his lungs to breath new life into the fire of the brick structure. he shut the door to the fuel chamber and clapped his hands together, a poof of coal dust and ask forming a small particle cloud before him for a moment. Klide sat and waited for the ingot to reach the desired heat.

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TWC: 2025+255=2280
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Klide was very absorbed in his work as he pulled the red metal from the furnace and began to draw it out in the same manor as he had done with the previous project. He slowly hammered away at the magma colored steel and drew it out into a long thin pole which would serve as the shaft of the second spear, the one named "Gae Dearg". Klide made sure to keep the blows of the hammer even in placement so that the shaft was of a uniform thickness. He did not want his friend to find any imperfections, for to him, the weapons Klide crafted were his gift to the world and he had no intention of making a cheap gift, or one he felt he would hate. This was also the reason he would not make any massive 40 ton crazy weapons no matter the monetary amount that someone offered. With a final strike the shaft was completed and he plunged the thick top metal into the flames to bring the life of the fire into the steel.

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Klide sat at his work bench looking at the drawing of the second spear. It was very similar to the first, but he needed to decide on an emblem to brand the weapons, or no one would know who the man that crafted the weapons was. He doodled on bits of parchment that had been left behind, writing a variety of silly names and drawing ridiculous or complex designs that he knew would not work.He had an extra ingot in his bag and tossed it into the blazing furnace as well. The matter of the name was rather simple. He had used a name for a few years that seemed alright, and thus he wrote it proudly across the parchment. After he finished, he stood once again and walked over to the furnace. He pulled from its belly the second spear, and began the long hammering of the head, slowly flattening it and bringing it into the desired shape. Once the shape was done, he got to grinding again, taking away almost three quarters of a pound of metal in the process. When the edge was thin enough, he got to sharpening it even more precisely and then the buffer came. The blade glinted brightly and before he did any more work with the shaft or head, he opened the top of the forge, and held the entirety of the spear over the flames ase they burned their color into the steal, when he pulled it out, the blade was crimson, as was the shaft, and because he made sure the tip had been in just a little closer and deeper, it retained a deep purple. With the tip out of the way, he got to work on finishing the shaft. He had once again made the steel into a tube. Taking the second of the hard wood shafts, he slid it into the shaft of the spear and inserted the cap and pegs, polishing them and then the rest of the steel, on which he spent a large chunk of time as he ran the various sand papers and polishes down the entire shaft until it shone as brightly as the first spear. "The Klidean Gae Dearg is almost complete, though I suppose this means I will also have to Change the name of the Gae Buidhe" With that, he set the second spear down for a moment and reached into the furnace, pulling from it the second ingot. He hammered continuously until it had on it a cylinder of about one inch in diameter and only a little amount longer than his hand was wide, so about 4 inches. He chopped that bit off with the steel cutting saw and got to work shaping the tip with a chisel. Carving it slowly and carefully, he managed to get the emblem he had decided upon embodied in the tip of that little, cylindrical, steel stamp. He pressed it against the flat larger section at the base of the blade and slammed down upon it with a strong hammer strike. When he lifted it, the new emblem of his Klidean forge was staring back at him from the spear. He put the stamp and hammer into his belt and walked over to Dumah with the spear. "Pardon me for a second." he said as he grabbed the first spear, Gae Buidhe, and slammed the emblem into it as well. "Dumah, as of this moment, both of your Klidean spears are complete. They are sharper than a razor, and I say that quite literally, and I hope that with them in hand, your foes know the true meaning of fear." He handed the second spear to Dumah and walked back to his station. He tossed the third ingot into the flames and brushed the three quarters of a pound of steel shavings from the floor, and into the bin. Now all he had to do was wait to begin the sword.

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TWC: 2460+660=3120
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Klide stretched as he walked back to his station after giving Dumah his second Klidean weapon. For whatever reason, he felt like it had been a long time since that had happened, but it could not have been more that a minute or two, right? He began to question if he had gotten enough rest the previous night. He brought out a new ingot and brushed some metal powder, from one of the spear, from its gleaming surface. He placed it in the forge and totted a few more coals into the bottom. Waiting patiently for the thick metal to heat up he looked over the image that had been provided to him by his fellow swashbuckler. He measured it out in his head, imagining what he would need for which parts, and how many pieces he would need, the angle of the blade, all fun stuff. By the time he had everything formed into a picture, the ingot was glowing red. He grabbed it in his tongs and began to draw the metal out until it cooled, repeating the process until he had a rough blade shape with the tang for his hilt. He plunged the blade into the furnace and waited to make one last go at it before beginning to grind it into a finer blade. 

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TWC: 3120+219=3339 
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