Post by Scribe on Mar 1, 2008 23:52:51 GMT -5
Kasun's right arm glides through the air, bringing a hammer down on the edge of what looks to be a long, straight blade, the edges of which are glowing orange, as is the fire next to him, fueled by his spiritual energy so he doesn't have to take too much time out of forging to keep the fire hot.. and by hot, he's kept it at white hot for quite a while now, the only reason that the blade isn't white hot, itself, the fact that it's had a bit of time to cool down, while he's hammered against it, sparks flickering off of the metal and into the air, burning out before they can hit the dirt.
He made traditional arms, which meant that he didn't make any of that fancy enchanted crap, nor did he make his weapons using any sort of a mold, or press. He hammered each blade, wound each ring of chainmail, on his own, with his own hands, which also tended to mean that his weapons were of a higher quality than that of the ordinary, especially considering he takes extra care with each item, making sure it comes as close to perfection as it possibly can, and making sure that close degree of perfection lasts.
Upon entry, to the shop-room of the cabin, anyway, one would find that the room was covered in racks of weapons, the walls holding quite a few, themselves, the majority of them real, some of them for show, for the sort of people who collect weapons. That wasn't all, though, as there were racks of armor, too, and quite a few other things, such as underclothing to wear with things like chainmail, and platemail. At the end of the room was a counter, one with chairs and the like, a well made bar for people who were waiting on smaller orders that he could complete right then and there. Fully stocked, as well.
Behind the bar, was of course, a door, the door that lead into the forge, which was a restricted area for the most part, because the man didn't wish for anyone to get hurt by a splash of sparks, or accidentally struck by the edge of a finished weapon, when he tests them out, the sign on the door displaying the fact that it's off limits.
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He made traditional arms, which meant that he didn't make any of that fancy enchanted crap, nor did he make his weapons using any sort of a mold, or press. He hammered each blade, wound each ring of chainmail, on his own, with his own hands, which also tended to mean that his weapons were of a higher quality than that of the ordinary, especially considering he takes extra care with each item, making sure it comes as close to perfection as it possibly can, and making sure that close degree of perfection lasts.
Upon entry, to the shop-room of the cabin, anyway, one would find that the room was covered in racks of weapons, the walls holding quite a few, themselves, the majority of them real, some of them for show, for the sort of people who collect weapons. That wasn't all, though, as there were racks of armor, too, and quite a few other things, such as underclothing to wear with things like chainmail, and platemail. At the end of the room was a counter, one with chairs and the like, a well made bar for people who were waiting on smaller orders that he could complete right then and there. Fully stocked, as well.
Behind the bar, was of course, a door, the door that lead into the forge, which was a restricted area for the most part, because the man didn't wish for anyone to get hurt by a splash of sparks, or accidentally struck by the edge of a finished weapon, when he tests them out, the sign on the door displaying the fact that it's off limits.
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