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Emerald Hair Pins for Gabriella Nov 20, 2013 9:36:41 GMT -5

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Post by Admin on Nov 20, 2013 9:36:41 GMT -5

(21:18:54 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Office ]
-In the small office near the back of the building where contracts are negotiated....-

says to ALL: I finish going over the drawings of the hair pins for Gabriella in my office, making sure that all the measurements are correct. This was going to be an interesting project as I'd never made anything quite like this before. I would start with a bronze rod, and then split it and curl the ends, then I would fashion a point at one end, when everything was done the pins could be used as a weapon if they were needed as one. Gabriella would have to be careful with the points of them, so that she did not cut herself when using the pins in her hair. I walk out of the office and into the forge itself, starting to go through some bronze rods that I purchased from the previous owner of this forge, when it was located in the Inlet of Green Cliffs. These materials had really traveled a long way to get here. I start looking through what I have available and find the perfect set. Three of them, each about a half inch in diameter and 14 inches long or so. They would heat easily and I could split one end to curl it around, I could then flatten a small spot to affix the gemstones to them.

(21:23:51 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Forge ]
-Inside the hot and sooty forge with a furnace, workbenches and tools. A huge steel anvil sits in the center...-

says to ALL: I could see that Omega has indeed been keeping the forge burning hot, the room at least 20 degrees warmer than the office itself. I stop along one wall of the forge and strip off my weapons harness and tunic, standing there in the slight glow of the fires in just a pair of leather pants and a pair of boots. Already beads of sweat are standing out on my forehead as I find my apron and gloves. Sliding the neck strap of the apron over my head and around my thick muscular neck, and then tying the apron off behind my back. The apron itself is thick leather, and something I have carried with me for a long time. THe front of it pock marked from when hot embers have impacted with it. My arms, above where my gloves go to are also scarred from the work in the forge, my corded biceps are marred with several burn marks and other types of scars. I yell for one of the men to start working the billows, the billows are attached to the furnace and pull in outside air to force overtop of the coals, causing them to burn much hotter than they would otherwise. I could feel the heat blasting out of the front of the furnace the moment that one of the men have in my employ begins pumping the billows. I would need to do each of the hair pins separately. I set out the other tools that I will need, most of this would be done with tongs and the edges, both hard and round, of the anvil that was near the furnace.

(21:30:42 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Forge ]
-Inside the hot and sooty forge with a furnace, workbenches and tools. A huge steel anvil sits in the center...-

says to ALL: After setting out all the tools I will need, and the three bronze cylinders I turn towards the furnace with a small shovel, on a long pole. I start to move the coals around a bit, pulling some of the hot ones forward. I would not want to heat the bronze to anywhere near the temperature that I normally heated steel, as bronze had a much lower melting temperature. I grab the first of the bronze rods with a pair of the tongs and set it into the fire, heating it evenly. I then go to make sure that I have a barrel of fresh water to temper the bronze in. Steel was tempered in brine, or salt water, bronze in fresh water. I stuck a finger into the barrel and then tasted it, indeed it was just fresh water. This barrel is situated close to the anvil, so that I would not have to go far to quench the metal. I also set out a couple of different hammers before pulling on the heavy insulated gloves that I always wear. Beads of sweat already dripping down my face and then running down onto my muscular chest, their trajectory altered by the thick scars that are there, just visible above the apron. Everything set up, I look to the bronze bar, I needed it to heat until it was a burnt orange in color, this would be the right temperature to work with it.

(21:41:43 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Forge ]
-Inside the hot and sooty forge with a furnace, workbenches and tools. A huge steel anvil sits in the center...-

says to ALL: I keep reaching into the furnace with the tongs, slowly turning the bronze rod, making sure that I heat it evenly. When I am sure that it is hot enough I take it from the fire and quickly turn to the anvil with it. The first thing I would need to do is split the end of the bar, so that the tips could be curled, and then I would work a point onto the other end. While sharpening it and then buffing it I would work the rest of the point to a razor sharpness. I could smell the unique scent of the bronze heated, it almost smelled like what I always imagined brimstone would smell like. Waves of heat baking off it, making the air around it hazy and almost seeming to ripple. I set the bronze bar against the anvil edge, where it is sharp and squared off. Lining it up just right and then grabbing one of my hammers, hitting it hard, in a way that I knew would produce the effect that I wanted. Suddenly the end of the bar splits in two, leaving me with something that looks like a Y. I am careful to split it evenly. Once that is completed I grab turn the bronze Y and move it to the rounded end of the anvil, I start to hit one side of the Y, wrapping it around the end of the anvil, and giving it the swirl pattern that I wanted to end up with. I then move on to the other side of the Y, curling that carefully so I would get just the look I wanted. I put a few more finishing touches on it, making the end a point and flattening off a spot on each of the curls so that the gemstone could be attached later.

(21:58:07 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Forge ]
-Inside the hot and sooty forge with a furnace, workbenches and tools. A huge steel anvil sits in the center...-

says to ALL: I suddenly push the bronze hair pin into the bucket of fresh water next to the anvil. There is a loud hisssssss, and steam comes from the surface of the water as it bubbles up. This causes additional droplets of water to collect on my skin, smearing the soot that was forming on my arms and shoulders. Once I am sure that the pin is cooled I set it aside on my work bench. I then take another one of the bronze cylinders from the work bench and set it down into the coals of the fire. The furnace is blazing now, heat baking out of it and rushing over my skin, singing the hairs on my arms, the man I have hired to work the billows is doing his best, wanting to be sure that the boss is happy with his work. Omega was not here at the moment, I figured that he was busy setting up his guest house behind my villa. I had to wait a few moments for the bronze bar to heat up, I kept it in the ashes along the edge of the fire, if I put it down into the center of the burnt down hardwood it would literally melt into the ashes. After a few ihns it is ready to go and I reach in with the tongs, pulling the bronze cylinder from the fires. I turn back to the anvil and split the bronze bar the same way that I did the last time. It was delicate work to get the perfect swirl on both sides and make it match the other one that I already had completed. I was careful to hold the piece in just the right place so that each blow of the hammer raining down on it bent one side of the Y just a little bit, this way the look would be smooth, the areas where the hammer hit would not be visible. This did flatted the cylinder just a bit, but that was the look that I was going for. I hold the pin out, turning it slowly making sure that it was just right, before dunking it into the water as well, and letting it cool all the way before setting it on the work bench next to the first one.

(22:06:30 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Forge ]
-Inside the hot and sooty forge with a furnace, workbenches and tools. A huge steel anvil sits in the center...-

says to ALL: Two of the three hair pins completed I now move on to the third bar, setting it into the fires of the furnace. I allowed it to heat up to the same temperature as the other two. The forge was so hot and dry now that it would be almost unbearable for someone not used to working in those types of conditions. My upper body is literally glistening with sweat as it runs off me and drips right down onto the floor. I am not bothered by this as I have my hair pulled back at the nape of my neck and I am used to these types of extreme conditions. I let the bronze rod finish warming up, and then I go through the exact same motions that I did with the other two, splitting it into a Y, and then curling both ends. As I did before I turn the other end towards the anvil, finding a smaller hammer I begin to beat the end of the bronze with the hammer, bits of molten metal flinging off here and there, the hammer coming down hard, very regularly causing the loud clanging sounds that were normal for a forge. With a practiced hand I slowly work the end of the hair pin into a point, it would not be sharp yet, but I was working it fine enough so that it could hold an edge. The final part of this sharpening process would happen on the whet stone in the next step. I would not use the normal wheel that I used for steel weapons as it would ruin the bronze because that was a much softer metal. When making weapons like spears out of bronze I used a different mix, the bronze at the end was much harder but also more likely to shatter if hit just right.

(22:13:58 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Forge ]
-Inside the hot and sooty forge with a furnace, workbenches and tools. A huge steel anvil sits in the center...-

says to ALL: I turn the item with the tongs, setting one small part of each of the swirled sides of the pin, hitting it one time, flattening out one small area that would eventually hold either a piece of cut glass or a gemstone. I was not as professional with the gemstones as a jeweler would be, I just attached them with a dollop of smelted lead, but perhaps I could find the jeweler and ask her about affixing the gems to the pins. I did not see anyone around me, my mind totally focused on the work I was doing in the forge at the moment. I'd done more of these types of delicate projects since opening the forge than I did making weapons, but I enjoyed each in its own way. I quench the pin into the cool water and wait until it has totally hardened before starting to move on to the next step. My back to the open door of the forge itself, muscles thick in my shoulders from all the years of swinging a hammer, I inspect all three pieces, happy with how they came out. A first for me to make a set of hair pins that could double as weapons. I run my hands over all three of them inspecting them for imperfections, sure that they were ready to move on to the next step I take out a small whetstone, this one is made for bronze and would not damage the more delicate metal, I begin to rub the tip of each of the hair pins against the whet stone while it is dry, working a razor sharp point on to each of them, and then I dump oil on the stone, refining that edge until it would easily pierce flesh.

(22:19:52 )
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|. . Exavier Exeter . .|
Blacksmith of Minus

[ Exeter Metal Works - Forge ]
-Inside the hot and sooty forge with a furnace, workbenches and tools. A huge steel anvil sits in the center...-

says to ALL: I then move on to a buffing wheel, this one is much larger, a huge stone wrapped in layer after layer of leather, one would sit down at a seat at the wheel and start pushing peddles with their feet, this would make the stone spin quickly. I sit down, pushing my apron up just a bit so that it does not get in my way, the three hair pins sitting next to me as I take the first one up, and then press it to the buffing wheel, working it slowly over the smooth bronze surface, working it to a mirror shine. I was used to doing this with several types of metals, the bronze worked on the buffing wheel much like steel did. I carefully take each hair pin and drag it against the leather of the wheel as it spins at a incredibly quick speed. Making sure that ever square inch of each pin is buffed to that perfect sheen, my whole attention on the task at hand, making sure that I get everything ready to affix the gemstones to the pins, which would finish them and make them ready for use. Once the buffing is done, I move on to the furnace again, on top there is a small tray, I set a lead rod into the tray, melting the end of it, and taking a small pouch out that had the six emeralds that I was going to use to make the pins. I melt the lead, putting a drop of it on each of the flat places that I created earlier, carefully setting each of the emeralds, finishing the three hair pins so that I could deliver them to Gabriella. I was sure that they were not as nice as a jeweler would make, but well when you contracted with a blacksmith the metal smithing would be done perfectly, the setting of gemstones might not be quite as well done. Finishing with the setting of all six emeralds I then take the three hair pins and slide them into a leather pouch on the workbench, putting that leather pouch into my pack to deliver to Gabriella the next time I saw her.

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Emerald Hair Pins for Gabriella Nov 20, 2013 10:00:25 GMT -5

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Post by Admin on Nov 20, 2013 10:00:25 GMT -5

(09:43:19 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ Minus ]
-Is on the main street of Minus which is lined with shops and vendors, and the odd inn and tavern...-

says to ALL: -I left my office as I had some business to tend, personal business. I had that rock in my pouch and was heading to a jeweler to have it looked at to confirm my own suspicions-

(09:49:23 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I cut thru the market and came into the Square. Seeing you there I smiled, seeing the carving kit laid out I smiled a bit more. I think I got the better end of the deal with the jewel you'd given me. My pace was slow, slippered feet tapped gently against the stones of the square, my long skirt swished with each step. I wore no veils today so the smile was seen. As I neared you I spoke-....Good morning Exavier

(09:54:38 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I look up from the tools I have set out on the table, the handles of the shears that I were working on had their rough outline done already and I had smoothed the wood. I started to select a few smaller and more delicate chisels from the box of woodworking tools. "Ah, Good morning Gabriella, good to see you again." I say with a warm smile.

(09:59:21 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I watched you a few moments. I admired the artistic types, those that could create from raw materials. Gestort was good with wood as well, his carvings sold well I'd heard.-....Good to see you as well....-I stood quietly watching again then glanced to the cafe then back to you-....I was going to get something to drink, may I bring you something from the Cafe?...-Ok so I hadn't been originally going there but I was intrigued by your work and wanted to watch for a bit-

(10:00:42 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: I look back down at the wood carving, this was not really my specialty but since I'd been adept at scrimshawing with bone I assumed I could adapt that to working with a wood like kalana. I'd already found some scrap lumber and sand that I would use for the sand casting mold that would be applied in making the ornate pair of shears that could double as a dagger. I had not even started the process of making the sheath yet. That would come from the final piece of scrap wood that I had set out. My tongue sticking out of the corner of my mouth in concentration I set one of the chisels against the face of the wood and tap it with a hammer, cutting out the beginning of the ornate design that was part of the handles. It was not easy work, but with each tap of the hammer more of the face of the plain wood disappears and more of the design appears.

(10:02:12 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I look up from the carving for a moment and smile. "Sure, I know it is rather early in the day but I am very fond of ale, if you are able to find a tankard of it anywhere." I say with a smile, before turning back down to the wood carving in front of me.

(10:04:03 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: I take out the small wooden tube and blow over the carving, ejecting all of the small wood shavings and sawdust that was coming from the work. I held up the piece of kalana wood looking at it in the light, and then looking down to the scroll that is smoothed out next to me and tacked down with pins. Seeing if the wood carving resembles the drawing at least a bit. I could see that it was and this seemed to be working out fine.

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Yes, the drawing was in such detail that I was able to match things up exactly.

(10:05:02 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ Town Square - Cafe ]
-At a cafe along the outskirts of the town market, a great place to meet for conversation and to catch up on all the town gossip...-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -smiles and nods-....I'm sure I can find the ale for you....-I turned and made my way across to the cafe. The slave there was used to my taking the table near the window and moved to get the chair. I shook my head and smiled-....Today its to go, I need a large tankard of ale, largest tankard you have and a pot of herbal tea with honey for me. Put it on a tray please...-I debated having her just bring it out to the table but decided to wait for it as my legs and arms weren't broken. I watched her disappear thru the swinging doors-

(10:11:26 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -as the girl reappeared with the tray I gave her the coin and took the tray from her. I strolled back to where you were working and set the tray on the table next to the one you were working on. I settled on the chair and took the things off the tray and set it aside. A curious peek was taken to see the drawing and your carving. I nodded and remained quiet. The tankard of ale was close enough for you take when you wanted it. I took a moment to pour myself a cup of tea and added a good amount of honey-

(10:13:34 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: I continue to work the chisel over the surface of the wood. Little bits of dust flying out, and small shavings. The table near where I was working quickly was saturated in the small pieces of wood. I cut out another small section, and then blow the sawdust away to be sure that I like what I am seeing. I also go to the arms of the shears and hollow out an area that will hold a gemstone when I have the project completed. I imagined that I still had at least enough rubies to finish the work. I wondered if the Freewoman that contracted me would have the coin to pay for this. But then I assumed that she would since I gave her far more than 100 gold worth of gems to secure her ship, all the contents of the blacksmith shop in her village and a new tarn. The tarn and other items I'd not even seen yet, but well she had heard a bit of my reputation and I was sure that all the items would be quality when they arrived here in Minus. I'd also selected a building to use as a forge, but it was going to need quite a bit of work before it would be ready. I needed to find a builder to start the alterations as soon as possible. While I am thinking of these things and concentrating on the carving I can see that the overall form is taking shape. I was not sure if I could do the detail work with my huge calloused hands, but with the tools that I'd acquired I was able to do the fine detail work with much less effort than I'd imagined. The kalana wood was soft enough to carve, but would be sturdy enough to handle the casting process.

(10:15:21 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I look up from the carving, little bits of sawdust all over my hands and forearms. Glancing over at the huge tankard of ale and then to you with a broad smile, "many thanks, what do I owe you for the tankard of ale?" I ask as I take a break for a moment, flexing my fingertips and then taking a long drink. Always before I would get ale in my beard, but now that I was without one I just got a bit of the foam on my upper lip.

(10:19:24 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I was sipping my tea when you asked how much and I laughed a bit as the cup lowered-....my treat this morning....-taking another sip then looking at your work so far. I then smiled-.....I was contemplating having a dagger made for myself. Something that fits in with my caste....-fingers remained cradled around the warm cup. Index and thumb on my right hand were ink stained from all my years of work. Usually gloves hid that but today I wasn't wearing them-

(10:22:46 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I stretch a bit, rolling my muscular shoulders, they were a stiff from sitting hunched over the wood carving. "Many thanks for the ale. Certainly, I can provide any type of dagger that you require." I say with a nod, licking the foam off my upper lip and then taking another deep drought of the tankard of ale. A bit of the amber colored liquid spills out of the corners of my mouth so I wipe my mouth on the back of my hand, not used to being without a beard to soak those types of things up. "If you could provide a drawing of whatever you would like made I will do my best, this project" I say indicating the drawing on the table, "is a bit out of normal work, but I thought it would be interesting so I took on the commission."

(10:25:33 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -watching you drink the ale I couldn't help but grin then whispered-....miss the beard at this point?....-I then looked closer at the drawing and it was indeed interesting and so detailed. Nodding I looked at you again-...I will do my best at trying to draw it out, I'm not the least bit artistic....-laughs a bit then wonders if Trinity or Trouble can draw. I'd ask them both when I got home later. I had the idea in my head, getting it out in the details I wanted would be another thing-

(10:27:04 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: I take up the tools in my hands again and start to work the tip of the chisel over the wood carving, I set that one down and select a much smaller one, going back in for some of the swirls that I was not able to complete with the previous chisel. I considered that this was leaving some rough edges. I rummage through the carving box and find some very fine sandpaper. I begin to rub that along each area I have carved out, taking off the sharp or uneven edges. I blow over the wooden carving, looking at all of the different details. This was indeed going to work, if I could make the sand casting right and then could get just the right consistency with the steel. I would start by melting down iron and adding a certain percentage of the overall volume in ash. Getting it to the correct consistency would be key, but I'd done it many times before so I was not too worried. Finished with one of the handles of the shears finally. I set that one aside and take up the other piece of plain kalana wood that has been cut to size. Starting to carve the other half of the shear handles.

(10:29:57 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : "Yeah, well I am not missing the beard per se, but it was a great catchall for food and such, I used to love finding a little morsel in there when I was in need of a snack." This of course played into my personae of a simple blacksmith from Torvaldsland. My long black hair was pulled into a leather strap at the nape of my neck, keeping it out of my face while I worked and I could feel the sun on my face, I wondered if the skin would burn because it had been so long since I'd been without the beard. "It does not need to be perfect, but the more detail you can work into the drawing the more I can match that with the dagger when it is finished." I say with a nod, indicating all the detail in the drawing I had pinned to the table. "or you can give me the general dimensions that you want and I can work it out from there."

(10:34:14 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -laughter rang out as you mentioned finding snacks and my head shook. I would continue to pretend I bought into the poor blacksmith routine, it was amusing. But we both knew after last night and that opal being given to me, that you were more than a simply blacksmith. Eyes of blue glinted as I looked at your clean shaven face then nodding-....I imagine its much cooler as well, we don't get as cold here as they do in the North, I've been told.....-taking another sip of tea as you spoke of the drawing and such, I looked at it again then smiled-....The blade will be simple, the handle, will be more ornate, a pen or quill, I haven't decided which one yet....-I thought of my beloved silver pen and smiled, I also thought of the traditional quill which was in my seal, oh decisions decisions I mused-

(10:37:07 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: The second piece went much faster than the first, my hands gripping onto each of the different tools, but now that I had the hang of how much resistance I would find in the wood itself and the way that the chisels and picks and knives would cut down through the wood I was able to work at a much faster speed. Little bits of wood flying everywhere and the sound of mallet hitting the wooden handles of the chisels thuds out across the market square. Within no time at all I had the second half the shears done. The blades of course were not part of this carving, as I would forge them in the traditional way, and then attach them to the handles with rivets. I set each half of the shears down upon the drawing I have laid out in front of me, making sure the edges match exactly and that the designs were the same. I would need 5 rubies, all round and approximately two karats each to set into the blade when it was finished. What many did not know was that you could heat the steel just enough to make it sticky and then set the gemstone. When the steel cooled it would be forever attached to the steel surrounding it.

(10:43:47 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : "Yeah, it is hotter anything around here." I say with a grunt, "I mean, who would have thought Ar would be this hot." I did not mention that I'd grown up in Ar, again to keep the facade of the simple northern blacksmith. "Where I was before I came here was even colder than the Northern Isles, Odin would have even felt a bit cold up with the Innuits." I mention them, most on Gor had never even seen their villages, small groupings far north of the Northern Isles at the far northern reaches of the Thassa." I say as I then hear about your plans for the dagger, "I can certainly put something like that together, it should not be too difficult, what size dagger were you considering?"

(10:46:46 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: The handles completed I take up the other block of scrap kalana wood that I had out on the table. Another small pouch is taken out of my pack, from it I draw a square and compass, as well as additional measuring tools. Looking down to the numbers and figures that I have etched alongside the drawing on the paper I plot out the shape of the sheath. This would actually be the most difficult part, I was going to carve the sheath out of one solid block of wood, and then once the smelting was done I would have to insert a velvet or leather piece on the inside to hold the blade fast once it was inserted into the sheath. All of this made from steel was going to look interested when it was completed. All of the lines plotted out I set the square and compass down and take up one of the small saws, beginning to cut away at the edges of the kalana wood block, exposing the design that would eventually be ready for the sand casting.

(10:47:41 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -being a scribe and one of Ar as well I'd heard of the Innuit but never seen one, been up that far North and never met anyone that had been there till now. My curiosity peeked a bit more but I'd save that string of questions for another time and add that to my research and history, first hand knowledge was always the best. I then thought about the dagger I wanted and smiled, holding up my hand I thought on it-....Something that fits in my palm nicely and not too long, perhaps 7 inches or so, enough to inflict damage if needed....-I smiled as I said that, I had my ring with sleeping powder in it, but a dagger when traveling would come in handy as I didn't use poison pins, too dangerous...for me-

(10:55:18 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : "alright, I can certainly provide you with something like that, I would just need a general outline of how you want the handle of the dagger to look. Again the more detail you can provide the better, I can carve just about anything from wood, and then I use a sand casting mold to pour liquid steel into, this creates the handle of the blade, so I can provide a considerable amount of detail in the casting." I say with a nod, beads of sweat running down my face and smearing the bits of sawdust that have collected there, you can tell that I have not yet acclimated to the heat of where we are, having been living in sub freezing temperatures for most of the last five years.

(10:59:25 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -Nodding as I listened but also noting you were sweating. It would probably take you some time to acclimate and by then, it would be a bit chilly here in Minus, maybe even snow on the ground. I had no towel to offer you to wipe down and then I thought about the handle and smiled-....I will have that for you in a few days, maybe a hand or so as I know you are working on this piece and mine is a no rush piece....-I finished the cup of tea and set the empty cup down. Sitting there a few more moments before debating to sit idle and simply watch or get on with my day-

(11:00:19 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: I run my hand over the wood outline of the sheath. I then reach into the box in front of me, retrieving a wood planer as I start to shave away the edges, rounding the sheath to make it look as similar to the drawing as possible. Checking my work every few moments against the drawing in front of me, finally satisfied that I have the general shape perfect I set the planer down and take up some sandpaper, smoothing with course sandpaper first, and then something more fine, the fine sandpaper causes kalana wood dust to float in the air around me, gently landing on the table after looking like motes in the bright sunshine. I look through the tools again, taking out a large chisel to begin carving out the general outline of the scroll work on the sheath, I would then work onto smaller and smaller chisels to complete the project.

(11:03:48 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : I put down the tools again, flexing my hands as I was not used to such detail work, I was more used to using the smithing hammer at my hip to beat hunks of steel into submission. "That will work perfectly, I have a couple of projects that I am working on but I should have them completed within the next hand certainly." I consider for a moment, "I imagine a dagger such as what you are referring to, unless you wish to have gemstones set in the handle or sheath will cost you somewhere around a silver, perhaps a silver and a few copper depending on the detail work required." I nod, knowing that was a large sum of money, at least to a humble and poor blacksmith. I thought about it for a moment and then added, "but I certainly would be willing to work on the price with someone of the High Castes such as you."

(11:06:58 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I thought of the opal you'd given me but no, I had a plan for that already. Hearing the cost and it was lower that I'd thought it was going to be. Head canted as I continued to listen. My nose wrinkled as you mentioned my being high caste but I smiled. My being in a high caste often kept folks at arms length or away period. My head shook as I smiled-....The price is fine, its cheaper than I thought it would be to be honest....-I gave you this look as if to ask if you were being honest it its cost and watched you a moment longer-

(11:08:05 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ALL: I finally finished carving the sheath, or well the kanala wood representation of the sheath. I finish by using an extremely fine sandpaper to run all over the sheath, and the handles of the shears before starting to clean each of the woodworking tools, setting each carefully into the wooden box, making sure I returned them to the same position they were before I started work, this kit was certainly going to come in handy. I close the lid and slide it away into my pack, wrapping the wood carvings in a few hunks of leather, and putting them into the pack as well.

(11:19:53 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : (sorry had a brief r/t) "Excellent, it is a deal then." I say considering spitting on my hand and offering it for a shake, as was common among Torvaldslanders when they struck a deal, but well you probably would not want to shake my spit covered hand. "Please supply me with the drawing when it is completed and I will get to work." The fact was I could probably ask for more coinage for some of my work, but I enjoyed it, and well no matter how much I professed to be broke, I was not truly broke. "From there it should take me a hand or less to complete the blade itself."

(11:23:36 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: [no worries]....-my smile widened as the deal was struck, nodding as I listened-....wonderful, I look forward to seeing how it goes from my thoughts to an actual piece....-I then rose from my seat as I'd lingered long enough at this point and didn't want to wear out my welcome or be an annoyance to you-....I should be off, was nice to visit with you again Exavier. I hope to see you soon.....-my tone soft and easy as eyes of blue sparkled in the sunlight, a warm smile lingered on my face as I slid my bag over my shoulder and smoothed my skirt down at the front-

(11:26:00 )

|..Exavier Exeter..|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to ..|. The Scribbler .|.. : Since I'd finished packing everything up, I slid my pack onto my shoulder as you stand. I stand with you and smile again, "thank you for your help finding the kalana wood and wood carving kit, I probably would not have been able to acquire one without your help." I nod in your direction, "and I look forward to doing business with you, I hope you enjoy the remainder of your day." I say as I cut through the marketplace, looking around for anyone familiar, wiping some of the sawdust off my arms and shirt.

(11:27:53 ) ..|. The Scribbler .|..

Gabriella Scaura
Caste of Scribes
|Minus - IC|

[ The Town Square ]
-At the town square where all the major routes join to form the market. People assemble here daily on benches located along the outskirts of the town market to socialize or to rest and discuss business amongst themselves..-

says to |..Exavier Exeter..|: -I watched you walk off then would turn and head back to the street on my way to the jewelers to have my lil rock looked at and appraised before I decided whether to make a necklace from it or tuck it away in my safe for a bit-

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