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 Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 1:28 am
Hours:
Open Daily 6am - 10pm
Has been known to close for other occasions however is rare, will be listed if it happens.
Work Load:
Energy Claymore for Saint Suit Sword - Complete
10 Long swords for Resident of Legacy{npc} - Complete
5 Daggers for resident of Legacy{Npc} - Complete
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2012 3:06 am
  A tall seemingly curvacious woman stood, before that of an open flame hands gloved as she twisted and moved what appeared to be a flat piece of metal within a large open forge. Her toned arms were covered in ash, soot, coal, and shimmered with the sweat of her labor. With a slow pull, she removed what was soon to be revealed as a blade, her hand moving it to an anvil where she repeatedly brought a hammer down upon the hot red steel, watching the sparks fly with each clang of her blows. Over all it had started out like any other day for her. Rise to the artifical morning, go about eating a hearty breakfast, before moving out into the fields to get in a swift little work out to warm up her body, before heading off to the forge to work on whatever blade she had in her so called orders. After all if she did not work she did not bring in the income she would need to buy the material for other weapons. And her craft was in high demand for quiet a few families that lingered on Legacy, for hobby, sport, or mere protection.
Toulac as she had been named, gave the steel blade a few more blows, before turning to sink it down into a large barrel of water. Steam rolling off the top upon contact. There she left the blade for the time being, to allow the metal to cool and strengthen. Instead she moved onto the next blade. Over all this was all Toulac allowed herself to do day in and day out. Unless she was called to the prep room for the Saints. After all her own blade creation was on one of those suits. She be damned if she let one of her pieces of work go without it being checked over after a skirmish. After all her work was proven for life, and going through the constant abuse of the whole Amn'reth attacks. She had the tendancy to make blades in mass amounts. In case she wasn't able to fix the one currently being weld in time for a battle. However despite the speed in which she could complete these blades she never rushed. Each one given the same amount of tender loving care under her hands and eyes. However, the Swords weapons got a bit more careful inspecting due to the abuse they had to go through.
Slowly she removed her hands from the froge once more dropping another blade into the hot water watching the steam rise into the air. Only then did she take a few steps back merely staring at them for a moment before her gaze seemed to flicker over to a wall of what used to be a stable, which in turn was transformed to suit her forge. There upon one of the walls sat a massive claymore. She had spent a good month crafting that blade, and it still wasn't complete to say the least. Turning she made her way over to the charred looking blade, her hands raising to lightly skim over the blade, before the little bone of steel that served as a handle once properly bound. Gripping the blade she promptly lifted grunting just slightly as she pulled it down off the wall. A blade forge of the finest steel. A blade heavy enough to prove to be a slightly difficult for the woman to move around. But she still managed. This... after all was to be the next blade for the Sword. It would easily weild it while other struggled. She was merely lucky she held the muscle to move it, even then it was slightly strained.
Turning she took the blade to her forge leaning it against the stoned fire pit, as she began to use the pump to blow in more air, in a sense forcing the forge to grow hotter. After the once mild blaze was now a smoldering heat, she lifted the blade again this time with one arm and shoved it into the hot coals. For a period of time all she did was fan the fire into growing hotter around the blade. In a sense forcing the metal to grow tighter together, making the blade itself more sturdy, most likely able to take more blows before it would show ay signs of wear and possible damage. She continued this for a few hours just watching the reddend steel as she fanned the fire. After a period she pulled it out and set to work on hammering it into her desired shape. One that would suit the Swords controllers side. When she was satified she pulled it from the pit of the blaze and allowed it to cool in the barrel of water.
After about an hour she pulled it from the water and went about making the blade into what it truely was a behemoth of a blade. Her hands working rather swiftly to put a hilt together around the bar at the end, turning out to be some what large, but needing it to be in order to help the blade balance. Before she went about taking it to the wheel, foot pumping the lever to keep it moving at the rate of speed she desired as she went about sharpening the blade. Old habits die hard to say the least. The blade of the sword may never see the light of combat due to the energy componants she would soon work into it. But... it never hurt to have the metal edges sharpend incase something happend. When she was satified she went about placing the other more high tech side of her blades into motion. Easily weaving it into the hilt to hide away most of the power source.
When she had finished she reached out hand grasping the hilt of the blade as she swung it off to the side, watching the blaze of blue that erupted from the blade as she moved it around. Yes... a slight safty feature really. The blade energy system only activated upon swing, prevented any unintentional harm to fellow saints. More so just in case something happened. Content with the general feel of the blade despite the weight a bit to heavy for her liking. {Due to it making it difficult for her to swing} She merely moved it back to its wall promptly setting the massive heavy blade back up on the wall where it once was before. The only difference now, was it was completed and ready to go to the suit that would most likely use it for some time.
Pleased that the blade was no fully finished, she turned allowing herself to move back to the forge. And once more she began to work her magic on the various blades she had scattered about the place. Some brought in to be repaired, others orders that needed to be finished, others just needing a touch up. Over all work was still work. And the woman spent most of her time tolling away in a modified stable turned forge to do as she needed to do. Despite everything money was still needed to survive. Sure if she ever held a problem the legacy would most likely help her out due to her crafting the blades of the Sword suit. But... she rather make it her own way and not rely on the ship personal to get by.
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2012 4:32 am
  Thorn yawned again as he walked down the streets of the residential zone, he really had no idea where he was going or where this blacksmith was. The legacy’s zones were huge and large enough to hold at least five very large cities, yet for all this room only a small part was being used. How the hell was he supposed to find this place anyway? Or shouldn't the question be who builds a smithies on a space ship anyway? Thorn sighed as he stopped outside a large field, perhaps he should call one of those AI cabs? But he hated AI’s except for the simple one that was on the Brigadoon and that only did what it was told and he barely even turned that on. He found it quite odd that people would so easily trust something that could think for it's self and maintain it's self, at any moment the AI could just choose to ignore that protocol that had protected them for so long and eject them all into space for self preservation purposes. Although he high doubted it would there always remained that slim chance it could.
He sighed as he looked around and decided to ask someone when he noticed a sign on a stable. Toulac's Blacksmithing? This guy's black smith was in a stable? Geez some people are so old fashioned, then again he could talk he was carrying a box of cutlasses each of course was wrapped in it's open scabbard.
He groaned under the weight of the box as he pushed the door open and placed it on the counter and looked around before calling out.
“Hello is anyone there? I have some laser treated swords that need reinforcing and sharping.” he voiced as he looked around the work shop, this guy had nearly as many weapons as he did. “Geez the guy that runs this shop must be an old brute, he'd have to be to be able to carry even half of these into battle.be easier for the stinky old man to carry a laser cannon”
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 12:23 am
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This man was a knight in every sense of the word. Different in that he volunteered for the experimental augmentations the lab was pulling of f when he first arrived years ago. He did not care if he got his hands dirty caring for any weapon any others handled. However, he would handle his own with great care and consideration. He chuckled examining his armor which was on a mannequin. Approaching the mannequin to examine his armor he smiled taking it piece by piece and examining it intently. He heard a call of hello which piqued his interest a bit. He chuckled a bit before he shouted out, ” I’ll be there soon.” He set the pieces down before he washed himself a bit, made sure he didn’t smell like anything, and went to the counter. “This is Toulac’s forge… what do you need?” He eyed the crate and the man’s order before He gave a light laugh.” The owner is out right now, I can work on them myself.” He would move the crate aside with little trouble examining the weapons and giving the man some sheet of paper. ” Show this when we tell you it’s done so you can pick it up.”█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ P a i nxxi s xxa n xxI l l u s i o nxxo f xxt h e xxs e n s e s xx, D e s p a i rxxa n xxi l l u s i o n xxo f xxt h e xxM i n dxx.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 12:32 am
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W e ’ r exxH i g h e rxx,xxw e ’ r exxr e a c h i n gxxf o rxxD i v i n i t yxx…Toulac shifted moving back away from the forge as she whiped her brow of the sweat, but only smereing some ash that lingered there. Well it was work but she had finally managed to finish the orders she had been given for the family. Why they wanted soo many of them she had no idea, But for the most part it really wasn't her concern. All she had been asked to do was clean everything up reforge some older blades, craft some new ones. Simple things that were enjoyable to herself, to spend hours working by the flame like she did. It was truely relaxing. Taking a step back she allowed her gaze to slip over her shoulder peering back at that of the old elegant silver staff that rested against one of the walls behind her. Rowen... She would see to it that she kept his craft living and thriving till the day she drew her last breath. She owed him that much after such a gift.
It was only then a voice caught her attention, her hand moving the last blade off into the barrel of water behind her listening to it hiss as the cold water cooled the hot blade. Someone was at her front desk so it would seem. Why they were coming in now she held no idea, but she didn't mind being given some work. It was nice to have materials to work with everything thing she was doing. As long as she had that she didn't care if she spent hours tolling away before the forge. Not when it was something she enjoyed this greatly, and surprisingly enough that love for it had seemed to grow a bit more as of lately. Not that she could really fathom why that reason was so. Perhaps it was the new area.
But it was an enjoyable thought to think that so many still desired her craft. The blades in which she produced would hold against almost anything, she was damn sure of that. She put them through their paces each time she finished constructing them. She did not allow a blade to leave her smithy until she was positive it could handle the abuse of a battle ten times over. Suppose that was why she had gotten so good at her job. Her passion for it made sure that she didn't screw it up for anything. And she damned if she did actually screw up. The day that happend would be the day she wouldn't step near a forge for a good few weeks as punishment for such a thing.
However when another voice rang out apparently answering the call of the person at the desk she found herself pausing. Sure... now she was no longer required to go out there and see what it was about. But the fact was, she was in. Ludwig had no right to say she was not. Sighing lightly she pushed a hand through her hair for a moment before slowly turning and making her way off towards the front of the stables. Pausing just outside the door to watch that of Ludwig from where he apparently inspected the weaponry that had been brought. It was amazing how a forge could attract people simular to herself. It was nice to know, at least she wasn't the only one stuck in the past world apparently.
Pushing off the door frame she made her way over towards the desk, walking rather slowly so not to make her presence known until she desired it. Funny how this worked out. "Ludwig, you shouldn't be so hasty at dismissing a customer just because you want to work on something. Or state Im not in when I am. What do you want done to the blades? Are we doing a complete rebuild of each one? Or are we just fixing something?" Her voice was some what rough, not in an unpleasent manner, as she turned her blue spheres on the man on the other side of the counter. She couldn't help the slight smirk of her person. She was taller than this male, larger in muscle size as well. This always amused her. Most called her an Amazon rather than a woman. It didn't bother her any. Though oddly enough, Liivii was some how still a inch or so taller than her. W h yxx,xxw h yxxc a n ’ txxt h i sxxM o m e n txxl a s txxF o r e v e r m o r exx?
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 1:48 am
Thorn couldn't help but let out a cry of “Holly ******** crap.” at the sight of these two giants, they were huge compared to him and by no means tiny. The man looked like he could easily pick up a couple of Amn'reth by the heads and smash them together and the women looked like she could easily pick thorn up and throw him across the room. Thorns mind raced with words like 'calm down man, you've almost died twice today don't say anything stupid.' and 'you ******** this up Sonoshee's going to have to see if she can put you back together with one of her experiments.'
Thorn brought his fist up to his mouth and coughed as the women brought up the matter of the blades. “Yes well, these as you can see are special laser and diamond treated cutlasses. I need them reinforced and sharpened for i plan to set sail for the sea's of Cassiopeia.” he voiced as he knew this was a down right lie but these people didn't know him nor did they need to know what he truely was, however this was a risk for a truely skilled blacksmith's always knows what blades have been used for what after excamining them. All he could hope is that they didn't see past the fact they had been used on amn'reth and that they were well taken care of.
“Please treat them carefully, some of them are several centeries old.” he voiced as his eyes fell towards the knight. last thing he needed was that tall bulky bag of bones bursting into his bar and starting anything, he could tell a nutter from a mile off and this guy was clearly the worst kind to a pirate. The self indulgent,self justifying religious type and he was really not in the mood to get one of those on his tail.
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Posted: Wed May 30, 2012 11:55 pm
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He would however, take a short amount of time to examine Toulac a bit before he hummed lightly and chuckled a bit. She was a very nice woman indeed, those nice blue eyes of hers. They always have something interesting to them…. Whether it was the fact that he noticed they told more emotion than her voice, or something else was beyond him. He sighed lightly as he messed again with his hair. His head was moving again, but most of his thoughts would center on Toulac more and more so than before. He would sigh lightly to himself, starting a soft hum of a song from his home before he settled examining the swords again. He needed a distraction, and fast. He paused as he lightly glided his thumb along the sides of the swords and backs.” These swords look like they have seen much use… had fun I presume? Considering these are normally paired to Pirates of some degree.” He would smirk lightly. “ they also seem to have clashed with other swords.”
Quietly LIIVI set the sword away and relaxed at where he sat again stretching out again to get any tight knots in his body before he returned to inspecting around the smithy a bit, but always keeping close to the front desk. He would occasionally return there with some additional wares and an mannequin or two, redecorating and reorganizing the store.
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 12:25 am
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With the man words spoken on what he wanted done she merely moved to the side slightly leaning down to fish out a slip of paper, filling it out before handing sliding it to the man on the other side of her counter. "Here you are, they should be done by the end of the week. Don't worry they will be in good hands, little man. Now scurry off, before you trip over something that cleaves your head from your scrawny shoulders." Reaching across the counter top she gave the top of the little mans head a slight ruffle most likely messing his hair up in the process but not seemingly caring. A moment later she was pulling her oddly slender hand away from the man as she turned. Now the matter at hand was getting to work on those blades in which Liivi seemed all to interested in inspecting.
For a moment she merely allowed her hand to go about resting on the curve of her hip as she watched the taller male stretch out in that chair. Honestly, it was the same old thing with men. Just liked to lounge around and look at things while women did the work. "Come along Liivi, we have work to do, no time to lounge around." Shaking her head slightly to clear the thought from them she merely pressed forward hand reaching out as she easily gathered the weapons and tucked them away under one arm. Yet she seemed to pause a few steps away allowing her gaze to roam around the general area. The smithy had really changed over the last few months hadn't it? From her working alone in here on blades, to gaining Ludwig whom in a sense paid for his rent in her own home by working for her, to the odd little decorations that lingered here and there around the place. Ones brought in by that of Liivi. She had never seen the need to jazz up her work place, but... it was rather nice with the additions.
Shaking her head slightly she merely turned her gaze to the blades once more as she started out of the room, and headed off towards the back. She figured she might as well use the older forge, the flames were always just the right heat for reinforcing a blade. Setting the blades to the side desk she merely took a seat at one of the tables her hands lightly going about inspecting the blades a bit more closely with her eyes. Pirate indeed, only they could cause such marks on the blades like these ones. Setting the blade down she turned her attention to the hilt as she promptly began to unbound the material that held the hilt to the main portion of the blade. Pulling it off she set it a side, before pulling the ring down leaving the blade for the most part hiltless. Setting that blade a side she went about working on dismantling the next one in the same manner, inspecting each one as she took it more and more appart, looking for any flaws or damages that could be hidden.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀▀ ▀▀▀▀▀▀▀W h yxx,xxw h yxxc a n ’ txxt h i sxxM o m e n txxl a s txxF o r e v e r m o r exx?
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Posted: Thu May 31, 2012 2:21 am
Thorn growled looking at the tall man as he mentioned the cutlasses and how they had been crossed with other swords as the women seemed to fill out the necessary paperwork and handed him a slip while commenting on how “small” he was before ruffling his hair. Thorn was turning red with anger as the women left with his blades, he was flabbergasted but he finally managed to let loose.
“Why never in my families histories of being captains, has a captain of the Brigadoon been treated with such mocking by a big boned, thick skulled, Hulk of a.....” he growled as he tried to suppress his rant turning even redder, it would be unwise to anger this “Toulac” women who not only had his blades in her hands but several hundred others at her disposal. Quickly he turned to the man who was clearly lazing about who seemed to be amused at Thorns frustration and barked out at the man.
“Whats so funny huh?!!!! shouldn't you preaching to a bunch of ignorant about your precious doctorate?! Look at you, lazing about. Such a pity you have to sit there while a women doses all your work when it should be you out there hitting that forge. Where's your pride as a man to pull your own weight?” he voiced as he turned to leave “Blah at least when I fought the other knights they at least showed chivalry and not let their Maidens dress in robes for work, especially when she clearly takes time to make herself look feminine for you.” he yelled as he stormed out of the forge muttering about how he never been such disrespected in his life.
Thorn stormed up the street ranting and raving about big breasted women and lazy men before he stopped, there was a time when pirates would kill for less then that and so it only seemed fair he should get some pay back... but it needed to be something simple as not to arouse suspicion. Thorn smiled as he pulled out his Flintlocks and loaded it with a magazine of musket balls before taking aim between the buildings and smiling, no one's going to notice a ball bearing in a metal workshop.
He pulled the trigger with a single shot firing from the gun and watching it bounce from one building to the window sill and across the floor,knocking a piece of a leg of one of the chairs. He raised the flintlock to his mouth and blew on it, next time one of those giants sat down (most likely the knight) that chair would give way. He admired his handy work a little longer before resting the gun on his shoulder and strolling down the street with a look of satisfaction on his face, it was always the simple things that were entertaining to Thorn weather it was taking out a giant’s favorite place to sit or fighting an Amn'reth with his cutlasses and flintlocks in hand.
But as of that moment he had more pressing matters to attend to, like how drunk he could get Sonoshee and still end up with a functional hyper drive..
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