meet me in the woods -- p, vulpes

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    // @Vulpes Daemon + retro to injuries


    Noelani had been able to successfully move her forge to the new territory, only bringing her tools and materials. She didn't need to bring the slab of stone that served as an anvil, nor the fireplace that she used for the heat. She had converted a house into her new forge, one with a fireplace that she had stacked mud-baked bricks around to successfully trap the heat. Eventually, after a whole day of concentrating, she had managed to conjure an anvil, too. Of course, she had slept for a full twenty four hours after with a terrible nosebleed - she had never been good with any of that, and definitely preferred just using her fire.


    Currently she was in her new forge, again testing out her new way of making swords with the same process that the Vikings had used; she had used her elemental pelt to heat up strips of metal and braided them together. Eventually she would hammer it into a blade, the sharp edges leaving off to a "full tang" where the metal of the blade continued down into the pommel. She attached the pommel and hilt, carved any blessings and her initials into it and boom, she had a sword. Of course, certain materials took longer to use, but she was content.


    The avian inhaled slowly, exhaling a tongue of fire into the fireplace, and it roared higher, lighting up the early morning. Noelani took out something she had been working on, a necklace or bracelet cuff, and lit her claws into a blaze with her elemental pelt, using her talons to manipulate the metal, her expression screwed up in concentration.

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    //ahh still on Mobile


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    "Hey? Are you free at the moment? I night need your blacksmithing talent" the idea was to get himself a sword. It would be more effective in his current state.

    Does it really matter that much!?

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    //sorry for small musepost

    //retro to injuries+speech loss


    Noelani looked up, somewhat startled, but smiled at Vulpes. "Of course! One second," she responded smoothly. The avian, with her claws still smoldering, carefully put the still glowing necklace into a water bucket. She winced, slowly extinguishing her claws and putting the necklace to the side and wiping her talons off before turning to the fox. "Anything you want? Decorations? Armor?" The avian inquired politely, smiling toothily at Vulpes.

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    "Sorry to interrupt you, but I hear youre a fairly good blacksmith." he left out the part she was the only one he knew of, undermining compliments never helped your case. "With the state I'm in... I'm pretty damn harmless, I need a blade." He was looking for something with an overall minimalist design, yet still enough to make others take him seriously, and something sharper than hell. All this would be offered and worked with when needed of course.

    Does it really matter that much!?

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    Noelani beamed, clapping her talons together enthusiastically. "Thank you! I can make a blade." She turned, crossing the forge to pull out a drawer of a large storage unit, carrying the drawer over to Vulpes. It displayed a few weapons, ranging from a small dagger to a blade that was as long as her forearm. "Any amount of detail is good - will use a method to make it sturdy but flexible." As she spoke, she picked up a longer blade, displaying where you could still see where she had braided metal strips. It was a very old method, but it definitely worked.

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    "I need something lightweight and sharp, and above all something I can carry comfortably." a hunk of metal bigger than him wasnt going to do him much good, but just because something was small doesnt mean its worthless. "Will there be a time range? I can stay and help if necessary." he knew it probably wasnt needed, but it was only polite.

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    Noelani nodded, looking down at the drawer and pulling out a blade that was no longer than one of her feathers, which would be small enough to be carried. This one was somewhat dull, though, so she would have to make a new one. "Will make within next morning. Smaller is faster, but I will not rush. Will be easy." She grinned again, nodding as if to confirm it a second time. She got up and carried the drawer back over to the container and slid it back in, then going over to her supplies and starting to pick out strips of metal that she would use.

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    Well, he had spare time, and who knows? He might learn something. He decidedly stayed, to watch over her shoulder, and see what he can learn about all this smithing. If he knew enough about the blade he might be able to alter it to and fro.

    Does it really matter that much!?

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    Noelani didn't notice or mind that Vulpes was still there; she finally picked out enough metal strips and now moved over to her anvil. She stretched and rolled her neck, flexing her claws before igniting them again. Her head always started to hurt when she first ignited, but it faded as she released all of her energy into her craft. She smiled a bit as the metal glowed with the heat, easy to manipulate.


    With a practiced ease she began to weave the thick strips into a braid, over and over, in a movement that slowly melded the metal together. It didn't take too long to do that, but now she snuffed out her right talons and grabbed her mallet and started to press the metal strips into a blade. She left a full tang, which meant that the metal of the blade continued down into the grip, and she dunked the metal into the water a couple times. She periodically exhaled a tongue of fiery breath onto the metal to heat it up again, the pound of the mallet was rhythmic, and if she wasn't dealing with dangerous materials she could have fallen asleep to it.


    After dunking the metal again, Noelani pulled out a small sword, large enough to not be counted as a knife but small enough to be carried by Vulpes. As she turned, she looked surprised at the presence of the Riftian, but didn't mind. "Any inscriptions? Sometimes I put prayers under the grip."


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    "Muss es sein" he murmured, his attention clearly elsewhere. This would all be rather useful in future encounters. He might even be able to have the blade enchanted in some way, to compete with this world of power.

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    Noelani nodded, bringing the blade back over to the anvil. Her claws glowed with heat once more, and she began to mold a ball of metal into the pommel. It eventually came out as a football-ish shape, and she secured it on the end of the tang nicely. It cooled, and she brought out another lump of metal to take from to make the hilt. Her claws had the metal heated up to the consistency of clay, and she hummed under her breath as she worked. She held up to the light a hilt that curved lightly, and she secured it to the blade as well.


    Remembering Vulpes' words she took a single claw and carefully engraved the phrase into the metal, just above the hilt. She flipped it over, and carved into it a single cursive "n". Many smiths had their own mark, and that was hers. She put it in the water, and extinguished her talons to wrap the grip in leather. She had to redo it a couple times, her claws fumbling with it, and eventually made it so that it was secure. Noelani turned to a rack and pulled out a sheath of plain, dark wood, and sheathed the blade. It fit nicely.


    The avian then turned to Vulpes, smiling apologetically as she notices how much time had passed - the sun was starting to go down, tinging the sky orange. "No payment required." She beamed.

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    "Thank you, I appreciate it, not many work as fast as you." many smithies took up to a week at least, but they had other things to attend too, it seemed Noelani lived to mold metal.

    Does it really matter that much!?

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