The work of a crafter
Dec 17, 2015 3:59:10 GMT
Post by MarcDonati on Dec 17, 2015 3:59:10 GMT
It has been a while now, quite a while, time just passed on, day in, day out, has it been days? Has it been hours? Has it been months? Gloirin doesn't know or remember quite clearly, time loses feeling when he is in the mines, he takes solace in his work, being able to spend any amount of time there he feel,s he just lets his thoughts dwell back on what happened the other day there , letting his mind wander, he thinks back and grumbles to himself, what a waste of his time, he could have been crafting thing out of the metal he has, would have been better for his skills, he just thinks, and heads down into Dumathoin, at least he could make something there, to make up for nothing gained from that experience, bar from more death, killing something, only to create more death, it was worthless , too late for something from famine, she literally went away as he went into the house, then the staff that was once whole suddenly shattered into many, many pieces as he picked it up, well, he had his metal, and the things he carved from the wyverns, he wasn't letting the lack of gain get to him, he would slowly start to melt out adamantine, making it thinner, into small sheets of metal, before hitting it out, bending it when it was soft, making it so thin it was malleable, and he spins it round an old weapon shaft, making a thread out of the metal, he just sits in his house after getting the thread, and starts to sew the scales together, taking time, making sure it will hold, and be fine, and protective in some sort of way, spending time to make the scales into a cloak, using the thread
He just takes his time, making sure not to break or damage the scales, spending hours on its craft if need be, it might only be wyvern scales, but they could be used for his task, and he might even have some left over for other craft projects, just using the thread and needle carefully, sewing it to the best of his ability , making sure there was no flaws in the cloak as he works on it, just sighing to himself, and thinking about todays events, it was useless, it did nothing good in the end, only brought more, pain, misery and death onto him and the others there, even killing that one brought more death onto them, he lets out a hefty sigh, and continues the work, its not for the best to dwell on what happened he thinks, he just sews the scales together, taking solace in his peace and solitude, just happily working away on the wyvern scale cloak, using a light hammer every now and then to make sure the thread stays in, and that the scales wouldn't fall apart when hit, he has to double over some parts with the thread he was using, but that was fine, he had plenty of time, and plenty resources to use, to make this as perfect as he can
Spending quit a lot of time working on the cloak, he pays perfect attention to detail, spending several minutes on sewing each scale together, making sure they bond together, making it so they hold without fail, and wouldn't break, all the while he's working on it, he doesn't eat, he only focus' on the construction of the cloak, hammering some flaws out of the metal wiring, and the scales as he goes, using a blade , hammer and a few spikes on each partially made area, testing if they would hold their own in a battle, the last thing he wants is for the cloak to fall apart when hit, if the area is weak, he uses more wire and scales over the area, to reinforce it , making the cloak stronger, it was a beautiful blue in colour in total, as it was the scales from a few Ice wyverns he was using to make the cloak, taking every scale he could, sure he took other things like their bones, and the blood of them, using his empty bottles of headbutt to gather the blood , but it was only really the scales he cared about the now, a very rare material, and he couldn't afford to let it go to waste, he focus' on each part for perhaps hours, perfecting it all, making sure it was a very well crafted cloak and was of an excellent quality, the beautiful blue scales only being highlighted by the metallic thread he was using, made out of the very thin and malleable adamantine he made earlier, each section of the cloak takes him many hours to make perfect, and throughout the whole time, he doesn't eat , he is only interested in his craft, he cares little for anything else right now, after a few sections of the cloak is complete, he starts running the thread through it all, attaching it all together, and holds the finished product up to the light, looking it over for any flaw, mistakes he may have made, if he finds any he just goes back to it, and starts repairing it, doing work to it to make it perfect, the amount of time used on it was no problem to him, he wasn't even bothered by the time it would take, he was proud in his work, and any work he does, he should be proud of, only giving the best of the best away, only making sure that hit time, effort , energy and love for crafting shows in every piece he makes, after the full cloak is made, he engraves the symbol of his clan to the outside of the cloak, so it's visible, but not so much that it damages the integrity of the cloak, and how it would hold, the symbol of the Stonewall clan, a proud dwarven clan, best known or its crafters and their dedication to their work on any craft they make, the very symbol on an item was a proud thing to own by any dwarf, as they know how well made it would be, and how much work was put into it, perhaps the Topsiders would one day too, come to know and trust the clan symbol, knowing that it is only of the best of crafts that gets it.
After the symbol is engraved into the wyvern scale cloak, he would instantly wear it, and show off his new object to his clan-members, his family, kin, and then would show off the cloak to the Topsiders, proudly wearing something of his own craft, proudly showing off his handiwork and effort put into the piece.
He just takes his time, making sure not to break or damage the scales, spending hours on its craft if need be, it might only be wyvern scales, but they could be used for his task, and he might even have some left over for other craft projects, just using the thread and needle carefully, sewing it to the best of his ability , making sure there was no flaws in the cloak as he works on it, just sighing to himself, and thinking about todays events, it was useless, it did nothing good in the end, only brought more, pain, misery and death onto him and the others there, even killing that one brought more death onto them, he lets out a hefty sigh, and continues the work, its not for the best to dwell on what happened he thinks, he just sews the scales together, taking solace in his peace and solitude, just happily working away on the wyvern scale cloak, using a light hammer every now and then to make sure the thread stays in, and that the scales wouldn't fall apart when hit, he has to double over some parts with the thread he was using, but that was fine, he had plenty of time, and plenty resources to use, to make this as perfect as he can
Spending quit a lot of time working on the cloak, he pays perfect attention to detail, spending several minutes on sewing each scale together, making sure they bond together, making it so they hold without fail, and wouldn't break, all the while he's working on it, he doesn't eat, he only focus' on the construction of the cloak, hammering some flaws out of the metal wiring, and the scales as he goes, using a blade , hammer and a few spikes on each partially made area, testing if they would hold their own in a battle, the last thing he wants is for the cloak to fall apart when hit, if the area is weak, he uses more wire and scales over the area, to reinforce it , making the cloak stronger, it was a beautiful blue in colour in total, as it was the scales from a few Ice wyverns he was using to make the cloak, taking every scale he could, sure he took other things like their bones, and the blood of them, using his empty bottles of headbutt to gather the blood , but it was only really the scales he cared about the now, a very rare material, and he couldn't afford to let it go to waste, he focus' on each part for perhaps hours, perfecting it all, making sure it was a very well crafted cloak and was of an excellent quality, the beautiful blue scales only being highlighted by the metallic thread he was using, made out of the very thin and malleable adamantine he made earlier, each section of the cloak takes him many hours to make perfect, and throughout the whole time, he doesn't eat , he is only interested in his craft, he cares little for anything else right now, after a few sections of the cloak is complete, he starts running the thread through it all, attaching it all together, and holds the finished product up to the light, looking it over for any flaw, mistakes he may have made, if he finds any he just goes back to it, and starts repairing it, doing work to it to make it perfect, the amount of time used on it was no problem to him, he wasn't even bothered by the time it would take, he was proud in his work, and any work he does, he should be proud of, only giving the best of the best away, only making sure that hit time, effort , energy and love for crafting shows in every piece he makes, after the full cloak is made, he engraves the symbol of his clan to the outside of the cloak, so it's visible, but not so much that it damages the integrity of the cloak, and how it would hold, the symbol of the Stonewall clan, a proud dwarven clan, best known or its crafters and their dedication to their work on any craft they make, the very symbol on an item was a proud thing to own by any dwarf, as they know how well made it would be, and how much work was put into it, perhaps the Topsiders would one day too, come to know and trust the clan symbol, knowing that it is only of the best of crafts that gets it.
After the symbol is engraved into the wyvern scale cloak, he would instantly wear it, and show off his new object to his clan-members, his family, kin, and then would show off the cloak to the Topsiders, proudly wearing something of his own craft, proudly showing off his handiwork and effort put into the piece.