RP:A Slice Of Life

Part of the On Stranger Tides Arc

Part of the Dissonance Theory Arc

This is a Devout's Guild RP.

This is a Warrior's Guild RP.

Summary: After all of Nikola and Iintahquohae's hard work, Khitti finally gets to meet her new sword, Slice Of Life.

The Dragon's Forge

Nikola is quite sure she has one somewhere, down in her storage room once more. She has made a harpe before, a previous client, long forgotten time ago. Did I keep it? she ask herself. As the arms she makes end up causing people's demise, mostly with envy. The prestige of her name caused quite a ruckus upon the people of her past. Blades that are worth more than a castle or imbued with magics that could slay with any foe. Exaggerations surely but those who believe it end up killing each other and the arms are either returned to her due to being 'cursed'... or the weapon is stored within the vaults of some nation, never to see the light of day. That's why she had to leave, find herself a piece of quiet place to settle on. Finally pulling out a sword under the pile with an audible "Aha!" simply knocking over everything else in the storage room. It was a harpe, made with the finest of metals with various magical stones peppering its grip and enchantments coiling upon its very blade... it was excited, ready to serve its purpose, to slay foes or something... if only it knew that Nikola only needed it to make a mold and it is getting locked up again as soon that's done.

Nikola prepares a blank wet mold and places harpe on its center. Placing another mold on top of it before sealing it with chains. She throws the entire thing into the forge on low heat to cook the mold. While that is going on, the Dragoness sat down and began stretching the nugget of Ghroundium into shape. Ghroundium is known for its durability and weight and that only ogres use them as armor. They are typically 'forged' as plates then some mad man simply adds a strap to them, an extremely crude piece of equipment. When she said 'forge' what she actually meant was they flatten the metal till its wide enough to offer a protective shell. Due to its durability, it was difficult for anyone to mold the material into shape... Nikola however is a blue dragon, as her draconic hands touch the nugget, her electricity surges within the metal, giving her a view of its structure, its areas of strengths and weaknesses. With that information, her claws would dig upon the material with brute force with her nails heated, energized with electricity forcing it to bend to her will. Finally she was able to create it. A thin rod of Ghroundium with a little lip on the side, as to where the hook would be. She slides the rod into another mold, this one is for a thinner blade, an Estoc. The request specifically said Adamantite for core and an alloy of True Steel and Mithril for the exterior and so she'll make an adamantite estoc first then coat it with another later. Picking up a few ingots of adamantite from her workshop as she began melting them, holding the metals on her hands as energy slowly turned the ingots red, then white, finally dripping into a prepared funnel, into the weapon she was making. With the Ghroundium rode tied in place to make sure it remains centered, she checks the mold on the forge as it'll take a while for this one to cool down.

Nikola || Pulling out the mold from the fire and breaking it open, giving her a mold for the harp, satisfied, she stores the relic back to the storage where it belongs before resting for the day. There is no need to rush, it is scheduled for three days after all.

Nikola || The second day a package comes in, signing the courier's clip board before going back to work. Inside is the hilt. Stones are already set and all it needs is the blade, disassembling it for a second to make sure the pins and slots are of the 'common' measurements and positions. Satisfied, she sets it aside for now as she pulls the Estoc, the side of the blade is deformed.. this is Ghroundium, the 'sickle' part is pushing against the metal and it's now deformed, exactly as Nikola intended. Heating it up one more time as she inspects her work, her energy licking upon the blade, checking if any part was too soft or too thick. Satisfied with her inspections, she tore away the deformation to free up the sickle's spine. The Harpe's mold is readied and the Estoc was tied, balanced in place on its center. Due to the recent works with the Shar Uriphiel of the Avians, she has quite a surplus of True Steel and Mithril is fairly easy to find in the nearby dwarven city. Melting them both in a forging basin, the ingots were superheated and began to melt, refusing to mix at first before being poured into the mold. All she had to do now is wait for it to anneal enough, crack open the mold and inspect her work a few hours later. At this point however the metal would have taken shape already but is still scorching hot. Such inconviniences however meant nothing against dragon skin, allowing the saurian to alter the metal directly, for any flaws all she needed to do is move her claw into it and realign the very metal into order. Hammering them in place, sharpening and finally into completion. The hilt was secured on using basic leather straps which is common for sword grips.. she didn't make the weapon completely, pondering if she should offer a discount. Ghroundium core, Adamantite interior and True Steel and Mithril alloy.... It was like Damascus steel but it was a mixture of silver and white. Regardless, it is what was requested. She rests up for the day and sends a letter to Miss Herzegler via courier the next morning.

Khitti || When Khitti received the letter, she got to Craughmoyle as quickly as she could the next day. She could hardly contain her excitement. Never before had she gotten a weapon made specifically with her design for herself and she was hype. Once she got there, she was a little more confident with opening the door to Nikola’s shop, looking around again briefly before calling out to the dragon-woman, “Miss Nikola? I’m here to pick up my weapon. I got here as soon as I could.” Khitti was all but vibrating with happiness at this point--which was quite a feat, really--and she did her best to compose herself. This was a super serious business transaction after all.

Nikola || Swords would need a sheath and it's not in the Warsmith's nature to provide a half baked service. Luckily there are several already made sheathes in her shop, made out of wood, metal and or leather for various shapes and sizes, soon finding one made out of both metal and leather that fits the client's harpe, she alters its corner to allow the sickle part to pass through unhindered, to ensure that this gap would not let dirt get onto the sword, several sets of springs held a moveable metal piece to the its center spine. The springs would stretch out whenever the user draws or return the blade but retract, sealing the gap as soon as such action is completed. Cleaned, sharpened and polished. She displays the weapon on her desk as she knew the woman would appear anytime soon. Sitting behind her desk once again with her tea at hand. When she felt a presence by her door, she tries to use her magnetism to open it but clearly Miss Herzegler wants it opened with more gusto... she just had to make sure the door won't slam as they swing wide. "You didn't have to rush here Miss Herzegler. But I guess I should not complain." she smiles and just like before, she offers her a seat first, then tea. Whether she accepts either offer or not, Nikola goes straight to business as soon as the client calms herself down. "So.. The Harpe. You didn't give me a name for it so the blade has none, it would be wise to name it soon though.. superstition for most but it does give arms character and a sense of... significance.." pondering a bit. "Importance?" something, the right word seems to elude her at the moment. "I knew I said I'd do this service for ten thousand gold pieces but as its grip was not one of my creations.. How does eight thousand five hundred gold pieces sound?"

Khitti cleared her throat awkwardly, her face burning about as red as her hair. “Sorry. I’m probably a little too excited. Pretty much all of the weapons I’ve had were given to me or were something I found. That and I don’t treat myself to things often.” Besides the baked goods that came from her shop or the whiskey her alcoholism craved daily. She’d take the offered seat and the tea, sipping it carefully as she looked over the weapon, “It looks better than I imagined. I knew you did great work, after having seen Quintessa’s katana, but this is amazing.” Khitti set down her cup of tea and reached for the weapon, taking it in hand as she stood up again for a moment and stepped just far enough away so as not to accidentally break any of Nikola’s things. The former templar twirled the strange-looking weapon in her hand a bit and thrusted it a few times at the empty air in front of her, getting a feel for its weight. Once she was satisfied, she offered Nikola a smile, “Yep. Perfect.” Nikola brought up the name issue and Khitti merely shrugged. “At the time, I hadn’t had one picked out. I gave it a bit more thought once I went home. My husband suggested ‘Slice of Life’,” she said with a smirk. “He’s rather big on puns. But it honestly fits, considering it’ll be used to enhance my light magic. Shortening the name to its acronym gives us ‘Sol’, another word for ‘sun’.’ The subject of payment was broached and Khitti pulled out the same banknote she’d meant to give Nikola before, “You can charge me that if you wish, but you’ll get the rest in a tip, regardless. Even if you did nothing with the crystals, the rest of the sword is well worth the full price. It’s not just a sword fit for battle, but also a work of art.” With a flick of her wrist, a bit of shadows gathered, forming what looked to be a fountain pen, the ink itself a dark purple. She’d fill the whole thing out (that it was to be exchanged for the full amount to Nikola; the amount itself; and Khitti’s signature) before handing it over to Nikola. “I’m an artist myself, between working in my bakery and some of the drawings and paintings I do in my spare time. I know how much work goes into something like this.”

Nikola || "Ah, Baroness Dragana's Jubaku no Kijo." She remembers every weapon she made, smiling at the thought, then shaking her head as the names of her 'problem children' comes in mind. She turns for a sec and takes a book from a shelf, flipping the pages till she finds a blank one. The book seems to bare a pre-written notes, repeated countless times with blank spaces for one to simply add additional details later. With an ink jar and pen she began writting "Let's see.. the date is... name of client, Khitti Herzegler..." she checks a separate piece of parchment several times as to make sure the spelling is correct, "Weapon is a harpe... materials used... final cost is eight thousand five hundred gold..." she copies the words three times on the same page before sliding the book toward the woman's side. "Please sign here, here and here. If you have a seal, that works too." before providing a stick of wax and a candle to be lit. She did add the number eight thousand five hundred on the blank bank note. It would be rude to back out now. Once the client completes the task, she'll tear off a third of the page away. It seems every page of this book has these tiny holes on a line that allows one to easily take a part of that page, this means two copies for will be kept by the warsmith and one copy for the client. "This would serve as proof of brand or pedigree, this piece of parchment is blessed with simple magics to prevent damage to it." She smiles as she offers it to the woman, it would act as a receipt and taking it meant the deal is concluded.

Khitti || “No seal on me at the moment, I’m afraid, so my signature will have to suffice,” Khitti said as she looked over the receipt and signed in each place she needed to. Once the paper was handed over to her, Khitti took it, then grabbed up the sword and strapped it to her back--the other would join it there as well, once the two were brought together. “Thank you, Nikola. If I hear of anyone else needing services like the ones you offer, I’ll be sure to send them your way.” The redhead offered the dragon a smile, a brief dip of her head, and headed out the door. There was even a bit of a skip to her step. She was very clearly pleased with the warsmith’s work.