The Necromancer
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Post by Vayne on Feb 5, 2014 8:10:47 GMT
Death is only the beginning.  There was an audible *ding* sound as Vayne entered the blacksmith shop. It had been a day or two since the ordeal in the Marshes, Vayne decided that it was high time for him to upgrade his equipment. He had been looking for blacksmiths that might suit his needs, but as far as he saw, the quality of most of the blacksmiths he had seen that day were of average or under par skill. Vayne was about to give up the search for a blacksmith for the day when he heard from some chatting players that there was a very good blacksmith in a shop in the St. Pancras Station, apprenticing to a People of the Land blacksmith. Vayne was not usually into giving credit to gossip, but there was no harm at all to investigate. So Vayne stopped by a hamburger stall, bought two burgers and bottles of orange juice, and went off to find the shop. As Vayne walked through the threshold of the shop, he noticed that the place was a little dilapidated, it was musty and a bit dirty. However, even with all the dirt, Vayne could see the quality sheen of the armors and weapons on display. Vayne admired the quality of items, as the traced his fingers on one of the display armors. "Yup I guess this is the place." he said to himself as he entered deeper in to the shop. "Hello!" he called out as he walked slowly toward the back of the shop. "I would like to have a weapon made?" Vayne stopped in front of the shop's counter, waiting to see if there was actually someone here, or maybe they had to rush off somewhere. CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Eadon on Feb 6, 2014 2:50:03 GMT
 Today had been a pretty slow day in the blacksmith shop where Eadon spent a good chunk of his spare time working as an apprentice. Ever since he had made his first piece of crafted metal – a fairly basic rapier that he had named after the Celtic god of invention, Eadon had fallen in love with the art and was as oftewn here helping out in the forge as he was not.
Smiling to himself as he slowly finished beating a new tool into shape, Eadon placed it aside and slowly started cleaning away the scraps and wiping over the surface. One of the first things he had done when he had started here, was completely clean the entire shop. He had no levels in the cleaning based sub classes, but he thought he had done a passable enough job.
Eadon shuddered a bit at that. On second thought, he was actually very glad that he had not taken the maid class, or the housekeeper class. If he had, he had no doubt it would have been a little bit... creepy. That being a definite understatement, of course. Gender stereotypes said that generally women were maids, but a guy could be one too. Technically.
Deciding that even going there in his mind made his head hurt, Eadon quickly returned to his work. The shop had been beyond a mess when he had first come here, but now it was... nice. Everything was in it's place, and the layer of soot that had coated the floors was all cleaned away. He had even put a nice little counter in, from some old cupboards lying around upstairs, and a bell on the door. Much more like a blacksmith shop, he had decided. Right now the master smith he was apprenticed to, a very Scottish seeming person of the land named Reid, was out getting new supplies leaving the shop entirely in Eadon's hands.
He was soon brought back into real life though, by a person coming through the door. The guy appeared to be in his late teens to early twenties, and had super long blonde hair which seemed to reach down past his shoulders.
“Good morning,” Eadon called out cheerily, “If you need a weapon made then just step this way. We'll go get the forge heated up, and start heating the metals.”
Heading back further into the forge, Eadon started the forge up and began the laborious process of getting the fire hot enough to heat metal and turn it into a weapon. “What kind of equipment were you after in particular today? I can make any gear of up to level ten using our shop ingredients, for a cost of course, but should you want higher then we will need to request that you bring your own materials... “
The fire heating up slowly, Eadon smiled. There was nothing cooler than a hot forge and the chance to make something hopefully interesting. “My name is Eadon. I'm the apprentice here. My apologies, but the blacksmith who owns this shop is out currently, so I will have to fill your order, unless you would prefer to wait. I hope that isn't a problem for you?”
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The Necromancer
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Post by Vayne on Feb 6, 2014 11:00:20 GMT
Death is only the beginning. Eadon / notes / 318 words Vayne smiled at the apprentice blacksmith as he told him about the Master blacksmith of the shop being off on an errand. Vayne shook his head and politely raised his hand. "No, its fine. We don't have to wait for the Master smith to start the weapon making." Vayne said as he followed the man into the smithy room. It was dark, musty and even without the fire yet it was really warm. To most people the place would probably be a bit stifling and uncomfortable, not to Vayne. He understood that this was a place of creation, no matter how it looked, and he reveled at the idea of watching someone create things before his eyes. "This is a nice place you got here." he said as he looked around the foundry. "I certainly wouldn't mind working with my hands in a place like this." "Anyway, back to business." he said as he stopped a few feet in front of the expectant smithy. "I would like to request a metal whip. I know it is unorthodox, but since our bodies are stronger than normal humans, it should work." Vayne then got on to explaining the details of the whip he wanted. "The chain should be at the most five feet in length, it is shorter than regular whips so the weight should be more balanced and easier to control." he explained his idea dreamily, as if someone in a trance. "On a normal whip, there would be a tuft of thick leather to create that snapping effect, but since this is a heavier whip we need more weight at the tip, or else there wont be much impact. I want the tip to be a small double edged blade, Like a dagger." "Is this something we can possibly do?" Vayne turning his attention back to the blacksmith, hopeful that the man would be up for the challenge. CODED BY DUCKIE OF GS |
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Post by Eadon on Feb 7, 2014 12:14:14 GMT
Eadon waited patiently while the metal he would need slowly heated up in the forge, his mind already lost in creation mode. Hopefully this customer wasn't the type to get upset over someone else becoming too passionate over something, because knowing his luck Eadon would likely spend a large chunk of the next few hours ignoring the man while he worked.
Satisfied that the metal was coming along nicely, Eadon walked back over to the counter and pulled out an order from from underneath the counter, placing it on top for the mysterious guy.
"I'm glad you like the shop, it took me quite a while to get it looking this nice," Eadon said, glad to hear someone appreciated all of his work in straightening things out, "You would not believe the state it was in before I started here."
It was so much better, too. He still needed to polish some of the floors properly so they would get a nice shine to them and maybe repaint the walls, but all in all the smithy was a much nicer place to work than it had been. Perhaps he would hire out a maid to help him refurbish the place, and really get the nitty gritty bits of dirt and dust all cleaned away and dealt with. He was no clean freak but having a pleasant and well maintained work place was an important part of creativity and being able to work to the best of your potential.
"It is a pretty nice forge to work in, that's for sure," Eadon agreed happily, "Are you a craftsman at all?"
Nudging the forms towards him, Eadon continued, "if you could just fill out this form and sign at the bottom to confirm the order, I will go and get started on the chain component of your weapon right away. It should be a fairly simple alteration, though making the chain suitably light but still of weapons grade may prove a bit tricker than actually assembling it will be. The dagger should prove the easy part of the whole thing."
Leaving the still as yet unnamed stranger at the counter, and safely away from his forge and all of the soon to be hot and dangerous surfaces, Eadon checked on the metal again. Smiling to himself, he pulled it out and brought it over to the anvil. While he had never made a chain before, the process was actually pretty simple, and had been something that he had watched Reid do on many occasions. Now he just needed to try it out for himself, though he was sure the result would be satisfactory.
Separating out a small chunk of metal, he quickly started making links, and then hammering them together. Before long he had already produced a good few feet of a fairly strong, but still light, chain for the customer.
He definitely had a pretty full on project in front of him, but it would all be worth it in the end, he was sure.
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