Kazemitsu

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Kaze nodded his head when she mentioned going up the mountains. "True, but there's more dangerous monsters further up. Mountains don't make for gentle breeding grounds and food is more scarce." He stated while he continued to hammer away at the metal. Slowly making it take shape before stuffing it back into the hot coals. She looked to be in thought before she light up. He knew that look well by now.

She said he should make a pickaxe, a big one. "Too much metal than what I'm currently working with." Kaze stated as he used a brush to clean the oxidized metal and slag off of the anvil. "You could also have suggested a piece of armor. I'm not just a weaponsmith." He stated, a bit of grump in his tone. The tongs found the shaped metal in the coals before he pulled it back and started to pound on it some more. Using the Face of the anvil and the Horn to give it the curve he desired and to keep the metal nice and flat where it was supposed to be.

"So aside from eating dirt and losing your footing, what do you plan to do today?" He asked, looking at her while shaping the iron. Multitasking, and having done this a million times, at its finest.

I, the Demon King, Will Summon My Own Damned Heroes!

Asura's Smash finally rekilled the dire rat. Whatever had killed it had simply left a corpse behind, but the slime was never so wasteful. He slurped over the corpse, uncaring that it was rotting, and started to focus on digesting it. He was trying to forcefully channel what he digested directly into Stamina to get that up and going again. That hit point drain could kindly fuck off. He knew he'd be moving slower but that sword...water...spirit thing was keeping the undead at bay.

System, what is Focus. Analyze unavailable skill Focus. He thought as he moved away from the undead and towards the exit. A small retreat until they were all ready to get going again. The sword spoke, but it was to Ardur, so he ignored it for the most part. It was demanding a Hero...which meant they should bury the damn thing. But only after they destroyed all the undead and that core. Especially the core since that was probably what was doing this strange call.

"If we have to we'll just sprint past the goblins. But I'd like to stay just inside the cave. Outside of their sight and outside of the undeads vision. I'll make a wall or something for some protection if I have to. But I have no Stamina again." He said as they moved. He made sure Mother Slime was close by, even falling back some so she could be ahead of him.

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Kaze cast an eye to the bubbly girl when she entered the shop and mentioned she had no ores or gems or anything this time. Of course she had to crack a joke as well making him shake his head. "That's unfortunate. We'll have to start going further out to get more ores if it's starting to dry up around here." He said while using a steel rod to shift the coals about. She went about asking what he was making, which earned her a shrug.

"Nothing yet. Not enough metal to make a larger axe head now a hammer. Too much for a dagger or knife." Kaze stated as he snagged the ingot with a pair of tongs. He set the glowing metal on the face of the anvil and gave it a few good pounds. The metal was so hot it was easy to shape. "Maybe I'll make a scimitar." He continued, sending sparks flying with each pound of the hammer.

"Unless you have an idea for something." He said, casting his golden colored eyes towards Alfy.

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

Name: Kaze
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance

Hider

Weapon Class of Choice: Sword and Shield
Current Weapon:

Hunter's Knife

• Primary Damage Type: Slashing
• Element/Ailment: N/A
• Sharpness: Yellow

Armor Set:

Hunting Armor

• Defense: 10
• Fire Resistance: 5
• Water Resistance: 0
• Ice Resistance: 0
• Thunder Resistance: 0
• Dragon Resistance: 0
• Active Skills: Psychic +10
• Inactive Skills: Speed Setup +6/10

Personality:
Kaze is an incredibly blunt person, preferring to keep things simple. He has an air of boredom around him, never seemingly in a rush. Unlike a good portion of hunters he doesn't strive to be trusted, merely respected for his accomplishments. He's still young and has plenty of time to do as he wishes and he knows this. Kaze does however have a rage streak in him. Certain things will set him off and it's hard to cool him back down, harder still is stopping him from wrecking what it is that pissed him off in the first place. This is normally tied to people he likes and or respects to a higher degree. But for the most part he's a relaxed, gruff, kind of grumpy man. Kids tend to call him an ornery old fart since he seems act two to three times his age.

Biography:
Kaze is from the distant Kokoto Village. There he was a decent hunter, dealing with the smaller monsters due to their frequency in appearing. Keeping things a little more clear for others to go after the larger more problematic ones. He has hunted larger monsters, but they aren't really his forte considering his weapon preferences. He's more supportive than in there dealing heavy damage, unlike those who wield hammers and greatswords.

He had been at it a good while, but wanted a change of scenery. Never a vacation, there were too many monsters for that. But a change of area, someplace unfamiliar, would give a new wave of energy for him. Selling all his gear, aside from the basics, he started to travel. Which was expensive, so it was good he sold his stuff! Arriving in New Dundorma he already started to gain that energy he was craving. The rush of a new land, new monsters, new hunts. Whether they're large or small he was actually excited to get to work now. He hadn't felt like that since he was twenty!

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

Kaze has just closed the door to his house and shop before he heard another thump. Except it was the sound of something hitting dirt, not his dwelling. Growling he slammed the door open to be greeted by the sight of Alfy face first in the dirt with the handle of her hammer across the back of her brain pan. Rolling his eyes he went over and reached down, plucking her from the ground by the back of her clothes and planting her on her feet. Once she was standing he scooped her hammer up into the air with his boot and caught its handle before holding it out to her.

"You need to watch your step and your ground more than your singing." the large smith growled out as if she had done this before. He knew the land above his Boulder home, it wasn't the most stable which was why he decided to live inside of a giant rock. Once he was sure she was stable he turned and started to head into his home. "You find anything good? Or just the basic ores again?" He questioned, leaving the door open for her to follow him inside.

Once inside he was back in his workshop. The two projects were nearly done, they'd be finished tomorrow. He already had an ingot heated up and ready to be hammered into whatever shape he decided to go with. Maybe Alfy would give him an idea.

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

@QueenOfTheLand Shhh, at least he doesn't have strange unnaturally colored hair XD

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

Name: Kaze
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Appearance

Hider

Weapon Class of Choice: Sword and Shield
Current Weapon:

Hunter's Knife

• Primary Damage Type: Slashing
• Element/Ailment: N/A
• Sharpness: Yellow

Armor Set: Hunting Armor

• Defense: 10
• Fire Resistance: 5
• Water Resistance: 0
• Ice Resistance: 0
• Thunder Resistance: 0
• Dragon Resistance: 0
• Active Skills: Psychic +10
• Inactive Skills: Speed Setup +6/10

Personality:
Kaze is an incredibly blunt person, preferring to keep things simple. He has an air of boredom around him, never seemingly in a rush. Unlike a good portion of hunters he doesn't strive to be trusted, merely respected for his accomplishments. He's still young and has plenty of time to do as he wishes and he knows this. Kaze does however have a rage streak in him. Certain things will set him off and it's hard to cool him back down, harder still is stopping him from wrecking what it is that pissed him off in the first place. This is normally tied to people he likes and or respects to a higher degree. But for the most part he's a relaxed, gruff, kind of grumpy man. Kids tend to call him an ornery old fart since he seems act two to three times his age.

Biography:
Kaze is from the distant Kokoto Village. There he was a decent hunter, dealing with the smaller monsters due to their frequency in appearing. Keeping things a little more clear for others to go after the larger more problematic ones. He has hunted larger monsters, but they aren't really his forte considering his weapon preferences. He's more supportive than in there dealing heavy damage, unlike those who wield hammers and greatswords.

He had been at it a good while, but wanted a change of scenery. Never a vacation, there were too many monsters for that. But a change of area, someplace unfamiliar, would give a new wave of energy for him. Selling all his gear, aside from the basics, he started to travel. Which was expensive, so it was good he sold his stuff! Arriving in New Dundorma he already started to gain that energy he was craving. The rush of a new land, new monsters, new hunts. Whether they're large or small he was actually excited to get to work now. He hadn't felt like that since he was twenty!

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [OPEN/ACCEPTING]

I'm thinkin of a character, it'll take me a lil bit (especially since I just sliced my finger on fencing)

Monster Hunter: The Thrill of the Hunt [Interest Check]

This thing still open for people? o.o Luv me some monster hunter

Tales from Frontier Village: A Rune Factory Roleplay {Always Recuriting/Accepting}

The musical sound of a hammer striking metal rung out from the smoothed boulder that was Kaze's home. The large man was pounding a nice iron ingot into the shape of an axe. The metal shifted by tongs from the face to the horn to make the beard of the heavy axe. The hammer struck the red hot metal, shaping it easily. Getting the curve just the way he wanted it he stuffed the metal back into the burning coals. His tongs snagged another piece of metal, the makings of a dagger, and laid that on the anvils table. Using the table allowed him to clean up the edge for where the cross-guard would sit before he slid the whole thing into some cool sand.

Setting down the hammer Kaze curved his back, making it crack loudly, as he exhaled a waft of smoke out of the corner of his mouth. The other corner holding onto a cigar, the source of the smoke. "Damn slow days..." He muttered to himself. He was only making things to keep himself occupied since the delay of the Festival. Sure he could go hunt the monsters loitering about the place but there was a Guild here. Why have them if they didn't do something? He'd let them do their jobs considering they ordered enough gear from him.

Sighing he set back to work, pulling the head of the axe from the forge he set it back to the horn. Picking up a heavier hammer he started to pound it onto the pointed portion of the horn, making a hole through it for where the haft would be when he made it. The crude hole was made, and with a tap the head was off the horn. Reaching down he picked up an oval rod and stuck it in the hardie hole. He slid the head onto it and started to pound it into a proper smoothed shape. Sliding it off with a tap of the hammer he had the metal back in the forge fires to harden it. All that hammering was ringing out to the surrounding forest. The dwarf actually living outside of town and in the woods where beginners started their wanderings. Normally a bunch of kids growing up from the town.

He was about to take up the dagger to sharpen it, but something thudded outside. "If those damned orcs are back I'm gonna rip off their faces..." He growled as he undid the leather apron and set it on the anvil. His hand went to his belt and he pulled up a strange looking weapon. It looked like a hammer, but on the back side was a rather large pick with a blade on its underside. What he called a warpick. Shouldering open his door the burly man looked around, but didn't see anything. Scratching his beard the large mans eyes were narrowed. "Maybe I'm starting to hear things..." He muttered to himself as he went back in. He was living in a boulder at the bottom of a large hill, something probably tumbled down. Nature made noises after all.