[center][hr][hr][h2][color=silver][i][b]Karthis Autorius Salius[/b][/i][/color][/h2][/center]
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[indent]A God Sword, weaponized housing of a living deity currently in a tree, twas a high high order for anyone but Karthis wasn't daunted by such prospect. In truth, he was rather giddy about it all having stayed up longer than he probably should for his health. Regardless, his head was brimming with ideas and plans as he dashed to the metal storage, cursing himself for staying up so late. The Prince planned for making a vessel fit for a god: a Myrstrost Great Sword, a Blade of Giants. No doubt the endeavor would take him a more than a short amount of time, but he was bristling with confidence. This was his passion regardless of his status as nobility; if metal was strong then he would make the strongest! Yes, he would not fail his mother upon his honor and name!

Reaching the resource stockpile, Karthis realized that he was in fact late to the party. Not incredibly tardy to where there was nothing left, but just enough to make a noticeable gap in the piles; fashionably late if you would. The selection of metals was still variety and plentiful enough, their fine quality most befitting for a vessel of a god and the hands of a prince. With hawk like eyes, he plucked out the ingots he thought were of the best for his creation: a bronze body for the best balance of cutting ability and magic with gold and mithril fixtures to improve it, a steel handle wrapped in leather with a golden pommel to cap it all off and a polished copper sheath. Yes, his great blade would be magnificent the Prince thought to himself as he loaded several mixed ingots into a bag and hauled them off and ran though several minute design details in his head.

Making his way down the grand corridors of the academy to his personal forging area, Karthis marveled at the style this century had. He remembered the first shock of seeing the institution and how strangely magnificent it was built. Some aspects of it lacked the grand epic scale that Myrstrost had but then again, its style was so foreign that it just captivated Karthis instantly (and not to mention that a good deal of Myrstrost was in ruins or various levels of disrepair for whatever reason).

Returning to his quarters once more, the satchel of ingot landed with a [i]clunk[/i] on the table before a parchment drawing was rolled out on the oaken surface, a hammer and several bits of scrap metal keeping it flat. Hastily scribbled lines and numbers was scratched into the fine parchment by the sleepless hands of Karthis the previous night. Looking back on it now, the boy reckoned it was a decent draft, but his standards demanded he draw up something far smoother and befitting for such a project as he was going to undertake. Of course, the forge would have to be heated up till the flickering flames would be hot enough to work with such metals; working on a new draw plan during that time seemed to be a good way of slaying two birds with one stone.

Aptly named "Ash Maker", Karthis began the literal ritual of lighting his forge. Like so many other objects in his room, the smelting forge was a relic of his homeland, brought over by a retinue of servants. Surprisingly enough, it would seem that the art of melting down metal had changed little from a few hundred years ago, sure modern forges may have had several additional knick knacks and bells and new methods may have been created by talented smiths, but the overall process remained by and large the same. Karthis couldn't recall any differences but than again, this was coming from someone who was technically over 300 years old and from a that was lost for about as long as Karthis was. Strangely enough, Karthis could remember little of what had happened even before the fog, he knew his family but even some of the historical "facts" felt fake at times when he recited them.

Carefully placing exactly five incense sticks amongst the coke, the boy muttered prayers under his breath and sprinkled dried, charred spines of northern pine trees brought to him some days earlier by a courier. Being nobility and rich had its perks, but Karthis wasn't going through this ritual for shits and giggles. In accord with Mystrost traditions, the "Rite of Earthen Bounties" was to be preformed by anyone seeking to work the earth's bounty of ore before they began in earnest in Myrstrost. It was an act of utmost importance to a blacksmith like Karthis as not even his position would let him abstain from such a ritual as all were equal in the face of the gods. Of course, such religious observances seemed to be no longer commonplace in this time and age, judging eyes forcing Karthis to do his work in zealous solicitude. He worked better alone anyways.

With holy flint and striking steel in hand, Karthis brought out a small clump of tinder and put it on a long spoon before he gave a spark of creation to the dried grass. As their embers smoked and cooked, he quickly placed them into the forge, dumping it onto the coals and incense lighting them ablaze. As the forge bellowed to life, the Prince tended to the embers and pumped air in with a finely crafted bellow. Once he felt like there was enough air in it, he walked back to his table and took one of many fine wooden cases off his shelf; this one labelled "timers" and contained a set of hourglasses which Karthis plucked out and set on his table. Until the sand had fallen to the bottom, signaling that the forge should be hot enough, he would work on drawing a more perfect design for his great, ambitious blade.[/indent]
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Action 1: Gathering of Materials (8 Bronze, 1 Steel, 2 Gold, 1 Mithril, and 5 Copper)
Action 2: Heating Forge
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