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 Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 7:50 am
The banging of steel bounces off the interior stoned walls within this shop as various blacksmiths of many races work to forge and repair the many tools that are commissioned to them everyday. Though they normally work an independent business, the Blacksmith Co. has decided to offer their services to the GTB in an effort to give the fighters the convenience of repairing, or even building a new version, of the equipment they broke. No expense by the fighters is necessary, as Midus Sonners himself has already funded enough for a tournament length of commissions.
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If you wish to have an item repaired, propose it here in a post, giving the item in question and its conditions. Even if your item is okay, you can still put it here to refine its quality should you think it needs a little polish.
However, there may be a chance of you getting a new version of your item, should your item be deemed either too broken for repair or the blacksmiths deem that a better quality would be better suited. Which then, the item will be officially added to your profile for use throughout the tournament. Do not ask for this service, however, for it's more of a chance and situational thing.
This service isn't meant for giving you new items that you didn't list in your profile, so unfortunately you cannot request such here.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 2:03 pm
The very end of Round Two:
Keeping his broken shield beneath his arm pit and stuck between his arm and his side, Link lifted his free hands to the top of his head and grabbed his green cap off of his head, Navi floating out from within it's soaked confines. Wrenching the cap between his hands and allowing a great deal of water to splash the floor, the Hylian Knight would watch his companion float on over to the cherry red coals of the forge for warmth while he walked over to one of the many blacksmiths working on their own projects. Offering the burly man with a slight yet nervous smile, Link pulled his broken shield out from under his arm and handed it to him along with the handle and strap that used to be on the inside wood. Then, pulling on the strap across his chest, Link divested his torso of the Master Sword and the sheath it was set in, he also handing it to the blacksmith.
Hylian Shield: Severe dents in the overlaying steel, severe cracks in the wood, broken handle and strap -- Critical Condition.
Master Sword: Minor dents, wet, dirty -- in need of a whetstone, thorough cleaning, and polish.
Master Sword's Sheath: Interior wood wet, exterior dirty -- in need of being dried and cleaned so as to not cause damage to itself and the Master Sword when sheathed.
Satisfied, and not wanting to wet the floor much more in with his drenched and dirty self, Link dipped his chin in a sharp jerk of respect before replacing his cap upon his head and walking out with Navi following suite. Having left Round Two relatively unharmed, Link went to the hotel room assigned to him for a hot shower and a fresh set of clothes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:07 pm
A large dwarven blacksmith was the contact, as he took a look at each piece of equipment handed to him. His eyes looked from the front to the back of each one, though he seemed to chuckle as he saw the disastrous state of the shield. Nevertheless, it could be repaired in due time as the client left.
[Two Days Later]
On the final resting day between the rounds, the items had finally been refined, ready for the swordsman to come and pick up, though the blacksmith who worked on the shield took the time to put a few material enhancements to make the shield more durable while keeping its lightness through modern technology.
Hylian Shield - The old wood has been completely replaced with wood taken from Greenwood Oak, an exotic type of bark that is far more resilient than normal forest wood, which was what the old Hylian Shield seemed to be made of. The overlaying steel and its design was preserved, but not without alloying it with much more durable metal, from an aluminum framework to a tougher steel alloy. Though not invincible, this shield was refined to last for a much longer time, in addition to not suffering the same fate as getting pieces of it torn off or weapons stabbed through its outer shell. The handle and forearm bracer behind the shield has both been replaced to match the added quality, as well as the addition of the longer strap for wearing on the back in case the user wants to put it away for non use.
Master Sword - Basically, polished as the user requested. The edges were resharpened and the outer layer shined to a point that it almost looked brand new. Of course, more detailed work on it is limited, as the sword's mystical properties made it very tough to even fix the small details in the blade.
Master Sword's Sheath - Just like the shield, the wood has been improved, replaced with that of the Greenwood Oak. But as far as the other details go, it all remains preserved to keep to the user's style of fashion.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 3:36 pm
Although Vince hadn't actually fought in round two, and had taken a loss, he was still in this tournament for as long as he could be. True enough, he would have enjoyed fighting Deitric Jocasta, but the conditions set upon him were just.. off. The dragon didn't care, however, he figured that his sword could use a bit of a cleaning and sharpening before the next round, and so, he found himself at the doorstep of the GTB's Blacksmith.
The great-sword he carried on his back was then pulled off and set on the ground. The Blacksmiths would not that the sword was curved towards the middle in a wavy fashion, and the sword, although looking pretty much like new, was rather dulled. That, and the hilt of the hand-and-a-half sword was becoming hard to grip with dry-rot and everything else it had gone through. With that, Vince would leave the sword in the hands of the black-smith, allowing them to work their magic on the dull black-colored blade.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:49 pm
The blade dropped off by the half dragon was a very interesting piece of work to the blacksmiths. It designs was vicious, sinister, yet held a nice artistic forgery that only they would care for. They took haste in fulfilling the fighter's wishes, taking it into their shop as their hammers rained and the water boiled hot as the blade was cooled off after a dipping into special liquid. Washed down carefully, the black blade gave off that dull type of shine that still made it look beautiful.
Now for the hilt. It required work, as they could easily tell it was worn from its many uses by its fighter. Taking some hide from their storage, they began work on an interwoven design, wrapping the hilt in a bronze-colored material made from the resource. Careful work was made as to have it so that the hand grip that this fighter must have had would make it a comfortable use.
Whenever Vince would return, he would find his weapon ready for pickup, looking like it was the newest weapon on the shelves.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 4:55 pm
The dragon would return later that evening to grab the blade. He noticed the careful work that was put into making his signature blade look new, and he grinned as he hefted it over his head and placed it on his back between the two straps. The dragon left a hefty tip of gold on the counter as he left, a satisfied customer indeed.
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Posted: Thu Jul 23, 2009 8:18 pm
Oh hell yeah!
What better place for a blacksmith to hang out than a forge?
Since Jurie was a participant she dared not volunteer her aid to the professionals at Blacksmith Co., though she would watch from various waiting areas in the establishment as the clash and roar of work went underway. This place, though rigorous and harsh in nature, reminded her much of the works she performed back at home all the more adding to the nostalgia of the moment. And likely, were she not to be rushed out or anything like that after many hours of loitering, she'd likely see many of the participants flowing to and fro as she'd greet each and every one with a broad smile plastered across her lips with the sweet taste of memories slipping across her mind, a delicate symphony of virtue and delight playing across her every expression.
It was here she hoped to remain until the beginning of the third rounds, intent in staying near this comfortable aura as long as possible before returning to the ring.
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Posted: Sat Jul 25, 2009 9:30 am
Already late as it was for the beginning of Round Three, Link barreled into the smithy and looked frantically for the dwarf he had left his belongings with previously. Knowing that there would be time to check the craftsmanship as well as balance of both shield and sword another time, Link would be quick about the task of strapping the Master Sword onto his back and clinching the Hylian Shield thereafter. Satisfied and righting his cap, Link would shamefully back away from the forge and offer the smiths his most apologetic of smiles for he did not have the funds for a tip. The best tip he could give, Link knew, would be applying his shield and sword in combat.
What better joy was there than to see one's craft used in the exact and proper way it should be?
Dipping his head and a sharp and courteous nod, Link spun on his heel and bolted out of the smithy, Navi not too far behind.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:17 am
Seth's first stop, would be the blacksmith's area. Haven't no life threatening injuries, Seth's first thought was to get his staff fixed. He held one part in his left hand and the other part in his right hand. However, there were two problems with the weapon. The first was plan to see. His opponent broke one of the chain links connecting one end to the middle part. The other problem, was where two parts met, the fairy bent and cracked the area making it next to impossible to put it back together.
Slipping in through the front door, the sound of banging metal filled the air. Seth didn't have to come here last time, so it was an interesting place to see. He had the time to chill out, so he waited for someone to come and take his weapon away.
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Posted: Thu Jun 17, 2010 6:37 am
A young man entered the blacksmith's door not long after, carrying a wooden crate and a long-black sheath. The man had just returned from the infirmary not long before, having spoken with his father. His father's will had been that his son carried the heavy crate with his equipment from the first round in to the blacksmith to have some mending and repairs done, in hopes that they would be better off for his second round fight.
The crate was sat on the floor before the counter, and piece by piece, Striker began lifting the heavy contents of the crate individually and placing them gently upon the counter. First came a massive darkened chest-piece, spiked at random intervals. The spikes were in fine condition, as sharp as can be, due to the enchantment that was placed upon them. The plate armor on the other hand had multiple flaws after the wearer's down-fall.
Holes were punctured in almost every spot that there wasn't a spike, and the hole went all the way through the thick armor. The leather straps that held the plate to the wearer were cut, the result of the armor having to be hastily removed to treat its wearer after his fatal injuries. The straps were also battered and torn at other places, the result of years of wear and tear.
Next, the young man lifted a pair of black gauntlets with adorning knuckle spikes and placed them gently next to the chest-piece. The left one had been torn to shreds, literally gashed and stabbed through all over. The right one suffered only a hole here or there. The leg-guards came up next and were placed upon the counter with a clang. These really just needed cleaning and a touch-up here or there where they'd been hit during the fighter's first round.
Then, the man, having emptied the contents of the crate, placed the massive sheath across the plate-body. The sword was unscathed other than the wire hilt which was ripped to shreds, and the blade itself which was dirty and nicked. The waved sword on the inside was one that the smith would likely be familiar with. Striker placed a note from his father, Vincentius Alapahare, underneath the sword's sheath and turned to leave.
The note detailed the payment that would come when he came up to pick up his equipment.
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Posted: Fri Jun 18, 2010 4:53 pm
It had been a very short time since the first round had ended. Though he had yet to fully recover, Iden DeSeer found himself in need of services he could not provide; the twin gauntlets cradled in his bandaged arms were beyond his skill to maintain now.
In the smithy, the young DeSeer looked wholly out of place. This was a building filled with fire and steel; he was very wary to approach any of the furnaces. Dead flesh and dry bandages being very flammable, he arranged to speak to one of the smiths a reasonable distance from his forge, having made offers of compensation for the services needed.
The gauntlets were in bad shape. Underneath the tattered ruins of the outer leather glove, one could easily see the deep dents and small tears in the metal. The overlapping plates had held at a great cost to future function; the mechanism that allowed the claws to retract was jammed and likely broken, leaving him with a weapon that could not be concealed. Perhaps the only aspect of the gauntlets that remained in good condition was the blades; even then, they could use a polish.
Hesitant though he was to leave his beloved weapons in the hands of another, Iden offered both gauntlets with promises of payment and words of thanks. Then he withdrew, more than happy to remove his still charred flesh from the presence of so much fire.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2013 12:01 am
Days have passed since recuperating from the barbarous battle between himself and the combat surgeon with the exterior of a ******** bishie. Dislodging his equalizer that coincidentally happen to be his metallic left arm, a constant reminder of the physical trauma inflicted onto him in his grueling past. Hopefully the smith could at gauge its condition and improve it if any irregularities were noticed. Along with the arm was one of his retractable spears, shredded through usage of his Makai bullet. Regardless it was something he preferred to get out of the way before indulging himself on alcohol back at the resort.
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 7:38 pm
((Next time include your character's name in your post, so people reading it don't have to backread prelim fights to find it >_> ))
Hopefully Darius didn't have to be at the resort anytime soon, because it took the blacksmith nearly four hours to emerge from the back area. Throven Battlefate, the newly hired employee of Blacksmith Co, approached his client while pushing forward a rusted out cart. Sitting on top of the cart were the items of Darius' commission, the spear and detached arm.
"Sorreh fer theh wait boy," began the gruff sounding Dwarve, "yer arm was ain'teh normal kinda thing for meh, yeh know? So I godda speshelist." Throven let our a small breath. There were bags under his eyes, he felt very tired. Besides his job as a mercenary under Fasumbra Langardo, Throven had recently taken a second job here. But he was no stranger to hard work, and no amount of fatigue has ever deterred Throven from his duties.
"Yer ahm onleh needed a few repairs, that felleh told'meh. I worked on yet arm mehself though, and I gotteh say, yeh last round did a numbeh on it. Be glad this was paid by theh tourneh, this wasn't easeh work! But yer weapon's good'as new." He gave a small nod.
"Got more work ferme'da'do," concluded Throven in near gibberish. He waved and walked off, stretching his shoulders a bit to try and loosen up for the work ahead.
((Got permission from Soak to do this. I'll run s**t in this thread from now on cool ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 05, 2013 7:56 pm
[ My bad xD ]
" Awesome craftsmanship, expected from a dwarf. "
Darius was no stranger towards the tediousness connected to the profession itself, remaining silent as the psychotic bruiser began to plant himself near a corner and took a nap in the meanwhile. He could not fathom his speech, though he deciphered what he meant to an extent. Appreciative that his commission was finally presented before him, glee was apparent in his body language, moving with haste to the resort.
[ Sorry my head not there completely atm]
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2013 3:13 pm
There were no beasts here; yet it would be a too far-gone conclusion to state that there were no monsters. Chaymin wore tanned leather breeches and a wool shirt for his errands. He shuffled wordlessly through the bustle in the blacksmith until he found the jovial half-man. Though, Chaymin knew that this short feller was worth about ten heads in a battle.
He made a crooked grin at Throven, showing his teeth and tongue much like a queer hedgehog, and presented his blunted Not Needle, now true to its name.
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