Two Year's of Study...

[Daggerfel]

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[attr="class","mouths1"]Two years, two full years he had been working with the man he'd met when shit turned sour for everyone who had decided to play this game. Could he say those two years were wasted? Well, generally not, I mean, he had spent them being tutored by Mr. Montegomery, an old Lander Mechanic. Guy was nice, nice enough so long as you were there to just do business. For Cliff... well, Daggerfel, things were a bit harsher.

Mr. Monty, as he had so decided to call him in his head, was a strict teacher, whacking Daggerfel with a ruler every time he screwed something up. Even the food he was given was a harsh lesson in itself, causing multitudes of stomach problems for the guy the first year. Eventually he got used to it, but that did cut into his time 'learning'. By learning, it generally meant that twenty three months were spent basically feeling every type of small part he'd be using in his first basic craft. Gears, springs, plates, hell he could describe them blindfolded to a deaf child at this point if he needed to. He wished this was an understatement, but he actually had to do that one day for a young deaf boy who came into the shop to order a small music box from the shop. Mr. Monty had a way of teaching, and this involved seeing if he could break a person's spirit before actually showing them how to craft. It took two full years before Mr. Monty kicked in the door to the small closet-like room he had been renting to Daggerfel during his 'training'.

"Alright kid, get up. Today you're actually going to do something worthwhile, got it?"

Daggerfel yawned, rubbing his back from the strong shove as he blinked to get his vision from the sand in his eyes. Set before him were a plethora of gears, plates, springs and even a few wooden pieces that looked like they had been carved for a specific purpose. He turned and looked at the grizzled old man, a bit of confusion settled on his face.

"Wait a min' Mister, ya sayin' y'er gonna let me actually MAKE somethin' today?"

Mr. Monty gave a firm nod as he glowered down at his pupil.

"You are going to make a gun. A simple one, one shot reload type. More than enough parts here in case you screw it up like normal. Problem for you is, I'm not going to help, hell I'm not going to even check your work until you think its done. Now, get to work or I'll throw you out into the cold."

He growled the words before he slammed the door, sealing Daggerfel inside the workshop by himself. He turned back to the parts, gathered the shoddy tools he had been loaned by his 'master' and sat down at the workbench. He mumbled to himself as he rubbed his eyes.

"Well, at least I'll be puttin' the teachin's to use."

[attr="class","lying1"]✎ @ulla , 500 words

ulla

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[Daggerfel]

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[attr="class","lost1"]we rise in the dying

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[attr="class","mouths1"]"Let's see, a gun right? Well... first would be a firing mechanism. Typically consisting of a spring... latch and... a firing pin?"

He looked around the room, knowing that Mr. Monty kept a stash of blueprints in the workshop. He rose from his stool and began searching around the room. His search location was the sketch desk in the back of the room, where most of Mr. Monty's blueprints were kept. It was a wonderful piece of metal, intricately designed just for the man who owned it. Seven shelves held all the things one needed to create blueprints, and the lower three shelves held blueprints that had already been completed. The top of those three contained prints that detailed small toys and contraptions, things that were often made for children or those wishing for a small music box.

Those were of no interest, having him move on to the second drawer, where he found exactly what he was after. Rifles, pistols, a sketch for something resembling a cannon and more were laid neatly within the drawer. Selecting one of the prints detailing a pistol, he carefully pulled it from the pile and brought it to the table. The plan detailed a muzzle-loaded pistol, easily discernable as the single-shot style his master was looking for in this craft.

Selecting a barrel, measuring it to about eight inches length and taking an appropriate wooden handle for such a barrel were the simple parts. The trigger mechanism was going to be the difficult portion, considering he had to work with tiny parts. But slow, steady, and above all else, patient would win the day as he pieced the springy parts together one by one as he followed the diagram to the letter. He hated to admit it, but he did have to chase a few springs around the room before he had that finished.

The trigger was easy enough, he took a simple piece of metal and carved it down to what he was after, nothing too fancy just a simple shape that seemed to resemble a moon. He figured the design of that would help allow him some 'fancy' spinning of the gun later. It took a full five hours before he had the gun pieced together, and just as he was going over every last detail, double checking his work and measurements Mr. Monty walked in.

"Alright kid, let's see what you've got."

He turned around, holding out the gun for Mr. Monty to see. It was cruder than it could be, considering he hadn't done any detailing on it yet, but the big kicker was whether it would fire. He had just been about to test it when his mentor had arrived.

"I reckon I did everythin' right Sir. Jus' here double checkin' my work and makin' sure all's well on this here end."

Mr. Monty gave him an odd look before walking over to a lock box and opening it. Within, Daggerfel could see several firearms resting on pegs and shelves. Mr. Monty pulled out a few bullets, loaded the gun and opened a door at the back of the room, firing the gun into it as quickly as he had opened the door. Daggerfel was actually surprised to hear the gun fire, and was even more surprised by the smile on Mr. Monty's face.

"Well done kid, file it down, paint it and keep it. You made it as a sign you're my actual apprentice now. As for how that works, it's special. You come back here when you feel ready to try your hand at some more crafts, I'll supervise and give you pointers until you find your own place. Now finish it up and get out. You're an Adventurer, shouldn't you be out there doing what the rest of them have been for the last two years?"

Daggerfel's jaw dropped as the man walked out of the room. He had just gotten the seal of approval of that man, after two whole years of twiddling his thumbs. Well, it could only get better from here, right? With that, Daggerfel quietly moved to the finishing station and began gently detailing his gun, taking a small coil of metal into a silver dip after carving the image of a snake into it. Attaching that to the barrel and painting the handle a base green with yellow lightning bolts, he deemed his first creation finished, and named it the Silver Serpent. Yeah, he knew he wasn't great at naming things, but it worked for him.

[attr="class","lying1"]✎ @ulla , 756 words

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