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A lawless town of anarchists, built on the ruins of an ancient mining city. [Lore]

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Postby Jaios Coglias on May 18th, 2016, 4:31 am

Spring 24th 516 AV

The sign was flipped to show “open” as Jaios went into the shop. It was a simple, run down weapon shop. While it was mainly a weapon shop he also was starting to make different types of armour for people. Yet he had to make a mental note to fix up the shop as he did so as it was rather run down but was the best thing he could get right now.

He made the list in his head as he gave life to the forge in the back of the shop. Pushing down on the bellows to push air into the fire making it hotter. He learned his trades from his home as the Isurs were one of craft at the end of the day.

This was really not the best way to get into the life style. When he was younger he thought he would stay at home and make a name for himself yet this was a new fresh start. He would make a name for himself for Sunberth and let it be known that he was a trader worth anyone’s time.

Yet for now he would have to make a few items and get more stock in the shop as he pulled out one of the books for the shop. It was a detailed ledger he was putting together for sales and expenses that the shop had to have to run. This ranged from the ore he had to buy to the tools along with a side of putting coin away for the shop if he had to repair it.

Today he would make around 10 daggers and 10 short swords. Maybe even some armour even if it would not be as good right now but it would be something. While he would rather make the armour more custom fitting for someone he would first just have to make it to get better for custom orders.

Either way that he looked at it he would have a very busy day. Yet he would work until he reached his dreams of running one of the best shops in the city as he moved to the forage area and started to get to work.

Once the forge was hot enough he placed the iron inside it using his left arm. While most people were right handed with Isurs you were left if you were male due to the magical arm that they had. Made crafting so much easier as you could mold anything as if it was a soft clay even fire did not harm it as it showed as he pumped more air into the forge watching the iron heat up.

The bar should be enough to give him a few daggers he eyed as he waited. Smithing took time It was more of an art than science in the end but he could make it stand out. He would make it stand out in the end as he took the bar out with his left hand placing it on the anvil.

His right hand took a pair of tongs to hold onto it as his left hand moved about in the bar. Slowly molding it with his fingers as if it was just super soft clay. In the end he broke the bar in two and placing both bit again in the furnace.

He pumped more air into it as he watched the metal glow. At first red and then orange. He waited a bit longer as he kept pumping more air until the metal turned to a light yellow a he took them out and started to work on one of them.

It was not easy work granted but it was something he wanted to do. He was never good at fighting or anything related to combat. He barely knew the basics of hand to hand combat but not enough for him to really win a fight. Maybe one day he would change that he thought.

The metal in hand was shaped into a dagger. Really it was a blacksmith technique that was called Drawing that meant he would pull thin the metal. The first part was done by his hand. The length was made to form a dagger and he moved as well to form a handle by making it more square while the other end was thinner and more pointed.

He would have to use tools next to give it more life and sharper but for now it was a blueprint for him. He would finish this one before making another but it was just the start of the very busy day he had ahead of himself.

Once that was done he took a heavy hammer and started to pound the dagger. He had to make it more flat. Try to get it in better shape since right now it was just a lump of shaped metal. Far from a killing tool that he wanted to sell.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

The louds sounds of metal hitting metal filled his ears as he started to shape the metal. Placing it back in the furnace as he let it get the glow back as he did his best to get out once it had a yellow shine and once it was out he would use the hammer again to give better shape to it.

Bang.Bang. Bang.

It was not easy work really but it was something that he could do How did he feel about making tools that would kill? He saw it more as saving a life in the end as if someone did not have this dagger and died it meant they might have lived they did have it.

Once the dagger came into shape he would place it back in the fire one last time. He did this with all his items in the end as a seal of ownership as he took it back out. He used the tip of a fire and made a simple JC right above where the handle was.

Once that was done he placed the dagger into a barrel of water to cool it before he started with the other lump of iron from the bar. It was going to be a busy day indeed he thought.
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Time to work

Postby Jaios Coglias on May 19th, 2016, 10:01 pm

While the other dagger cooled off he started work on the other one. He could not be relaxed as of now since he still had so much work to do. He placed it back in the furance pumping more air into it to let the fire grow hotter as he watched it change hues of colors.

Was it fun work? Not really. Was rather uneventful but it was work that had to be done. If someone did not make weapons it would mean that people would not have the tools to defend themselves if they had to fight. What if a blade could save a life? Did not matter if the other person used a blade to kill them since clearly that other person thought ahead.

The iron was removed as he pulled and molded it again like the other. His left hand getting the base work done before he placed it back in the fire and thought about his life and what he wanted as he watched it. He wanted it to keep a good heat to be easy to work with since if the metal cooled too much it would risk breaking and not molding.

What did he want to do in this city? He left his own home and could have gone anywhere in the world it seemed. Even stayed home and learned under some of the best masters in the world about his craft. Yet why here?

At the end of the day he wanted to make a name for himself by himself. While he could learn by others he really wanted to stand out and have it so people would come to him for his wares and creations. Yet why here? Maybe he would learn that later as he took out the raw iron dagger and started to shape it with his hammer giving it more depth and edge as it was slowly turned into a dagger.

Was it the best in the world? No. He saw items made that were almost weightless and evenly weighted. He knew this like the other had flaws such as the weight was not balanced as it would not be a good throwing dagger but it would still so more flaws compared to a true master. But it was just as good as anywhere else he thought as he carved JC in it as he placed it in the barrel of water as he took the other one out.

It was almost done he thought as he placed it on the anvil. Just had to place a handle grip on it so it would be easy to use and he had to sharpen it up and smooth it out. Afterall while he was still learning about everything on his own he could still at least make the weapons look nice.

He moved to the small grinding stone and slowly smoothed out the blade and handle. The sound of stone and metal filled his ears as he moved the wheel about giving the weapon a nicer shine. Once he was happy with that he moved to blade to a small whetstone and ran it up and down the edge to give the edge more depth and making it sharp.

Since the shop was in such poor state and he did not have a large demand of his services he used a small whetstone and did things by hand this way. Once the other dagger was done he would do the same but for now he would focus on this.

Slowly the iron took a nicer edge as he wrapped leather strips around the handle and pressed a hot poker on the edge to burn the leather on so it would not fall off that easy. Once that was done he would place it in the barrel to cool, dry it and place it for sale in the shop.

Just another normal day it would seem as he slowly stocked his store up. In a few days he would need to make connections to the city and offer some custom made weapons to a few figures to get word out and boost sales.
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