Competition Trial Of The Artisan

[Neri 3590]

If you level your skill further after submitting and entry, should you resubmit?

 

It'd probably be a good idea to edit your response, yeah.

[brodz1 31]

Just roleplaying by myself, attempting to find some Thornbark.

 

http://imgur.com/5iCzDXP,xXcXAmT

 

(brodz1: Francois)

[Natalie 50]

Character name: Neerala Teken'ett

Profession: Legendary Lumberjack

Screenshot: http://i.gyazo.com/39f5f0625f45acf5dc63ebb70d3624af.png

 

 

Updated(13/08/2014)!: http://i.gyazo.com/51d2afd5ecf15f3c6032a12fd9fd6616.png

[CosmicWhaleShark 2488]

To compensate for my lack of progress in the skills plugin, I did manage to scrounge up some role-play sessions from the Fringe.
 
I'll be adding a fully-fledged, present-day RP session soon enough.
 
Still need to look through a lot of stuff, so it's likely more screenshots will be added.

Screenshots were courtesy of birdwhisperer.

Fitting a customer at the forge.

Blah blah blah, addressing the note...



Blah blah blah.





More blah blah talk, but this is the finishing measurement so that's important.



Then it's actually fitting the customer...























Blah blah blah



And, done.
 
Making some shields.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 
Some scattered screenshots that were caught of making a ring.
 

 

 

 
 

 
Re-touching a sword, some scattered screens once again like the ring.
 

 

 

 
Was preparing to do... something, I suppose, then Orc attack. I'm adding this because I actually go a little in depth with the prep-work in this section.

 

 

 

 

 

 
And from that point on there was a fight..
 
 

Some RP items that came about from the forge.

 

 
 

 

[ItsMyWorld66 169]

Here's my competition entry for writers Rp, something like this happened before though not exact and I wanted to re-create it in a writing. Hope you enjoy!
 

Char: Damien Menrow

Profession: Fisher

 

Emerald Catch:

 

Damien sat on the docks of the now freezing over sea, the Kingdom of Urguan, Kal'Klad to the right hand of him. The water had mostly frozen over and all was quiet within the walls, yet he had broken through and continued to fish. He had thought everyone either out gathering supplies or hunkering down beneath the mountain to hide from the freezing winds....and for once missed the loud sounds of Dwarves bellowing from over the walls....

 

A gentle tugging at his line and he smiled, the fish being small but still plentiful as of late and more often then usual the Silver Fish were biting the line and being drawn to the surface. Fingering his fishing knife he reeled in his new catch, noticing something glinting as his line came closer.

 

It wasn't a very big fish, he would need to break the ice in a different spot as they were swimming further and further, but it did hold a treasure of its own. Squeezing the twitching thing in his fingers he removed the bright shining gem, an Emerald! Grinning now Damien held it up to the fading light, looking at how the different greens cast sparkles when hit by the weak suns rays.....

"So shiny....wonder who dropped this?"

 

Then he was suddenly plastered to the dock with what felt like the whole Dwarven Kingdom tumbling over him like a hairy leather and metal waterfall. Trapped with someone's beard in his face the shouts weren't even muffled, though immobile he couldn't help but laugh through the spewing of ownership.

"MINE!"

"Mine!"

"It's mine!"

"Get yer grotty mitts off it's mine!"

"Gimmie!"

 

One large paw reached out and snatched up the Emerald, the Dwarf in full armor and glaring at the pile.

"This be a King's gem, it belongs to tha' crown!"

With that he stomped off with it leaving the rest to pick themselves off the ground with grumbles and scowls. One Dwarf, after Damien was able to sat up, gave him a hearty pat on the back that knocked the wind out of him.

"Ya daft Darkie, don't ya know ya gotta bring enough for everybody?"

Confused but still laughing at the lively Dwarves that for what seemed like days hadn't seen hide nor hair of them, he was glad that the silence of the slowly freezing world around was broken if only for a few minutes....

 

When they returned to the Keep he sat looking at the breaks in the ice, plotting how to bring life yet again to the desolate lands....before the ice overtook this place he called home....

[Grabthar 185]

                  The sound of a hammer and chisel echoes through the tunnels of the undermountain. Up and down the Deep Mines can be heard the banging and pounding of metal against stone. Where once lay a vast expanse of earthen rock now stood pillars and walls of beautifully polished stonework. Against the far wall stands a small figure, a dwarf, carefully toiling away at his craft.

 

                   Grabthar stepped back from the wall, reaching out to knock away the last of the dust and debris. With a tired puff of air he blew away all that remained of the earthen chips hiding in the finely shaped carvings of stone. This was it... his masterpiece... his tribute... his life. Hours. Days. Months. Years. He had spent so much time in these halls that the sun was just a memory to him. This was where he truly belonged. In a hole... underground... with the stone.

 

                    Two years. For two long years Grabthar had formed the stone beneath the land of Thales into great halls that his kin would be proud of. Halls that would bear the name of their maker. Halls that would embody all that it meant to be a dwarf. These were the Grand Halls of Yemekar.

 

            “By Urguan's Beard!” he heard from the entrance. “What be this?”

 

            Grabthar turned to see his Irongut brother Chase standing with his mouth open. A look of bewilderment filling his eyes.

 

            “So this'a what ye b'n slavin' way at huh?” he exclaimed as his head turned to take in the whole room. He let's out a long drawn whistle as a smile spreads across his face.

 

            Grabthar set his tools inside his satchel and began to walk towards his kin, “Yes sir Mr Chase sir... Grabthar finally done.” he said, “took Grabthar a good bit longer than intended... but the stone is finally happy.”

 

            “Happy? Ye mean te tell meh tha' ye talk wif te stone?” Chase snickered with a sideways look at the silly dwarf.

 

            “Aye sir... Grabthar talks t' the stone, and the stone talks t' Grabthar. Always has.”

 

            Chase shakes his head slowly while looking at Grabthar, “Ye a weird weird dorf ye know that?”

 

            Grabthar just smiles in return. Pulling a small cloth from his pack he quickly polishes a small quartz plaque with the engraving “Grand Halls of Yemekar” on it and walks towards the entrance. Chase Irongut follows him.

 

 

            “So... wha dey fer?” Chase asks.

 

            “What do you mean sir?” replies Grabthar.

 

            “Well, dey are gran'... bu' what'r dey used fer?”

 

            “Um... well sir... Grabthar not sure yet. Stone jus' said te make em. Said that they needed te be made. So Grabthar made em.”

 

            “Ahhhh. I see.” Chase's eyes light up as he has an idea. “I know what it's fer... It's fer a feast! A grea' feast! Fer all da dorfs te atten'.”

 

            “A feast sir? What kind of feast?” asks Grabthar confused.

 

            “Pitcher this... a table... long as da halls demselves. Mountuns o cakes an' cookies coverin' it. Pies an' treats ever'wha. Sweets fer all da dorfs... A SWEET FEAST!!”

 

            “Um... Grabthar not sure if that what Halls meant fer... but Grabthar think it sound d'licious.”

 

            Chase smiles heartily and makes for the stairs, “I'll git start'd on da prep'rations. Ever'one needs te 'ear 'bout it.”

 

            The sounds of footfalls fill the halls as the Thane of Irongut rounds the corner at a run and hurries upstairs. Grabthar giggles to himself then finishes mounting the sign above the doorway. He gathered the last of his tools into his pack, took one final look at the intricate etchings in the floor, grabbed an armload of ore for the smithy and headed upstairs himself.

 

             The sunlight stung his eyes horribly, but the warmth was nice on his face. He nodded to his fellow dwarves busily working around Kal'Klad. The legion practicing in the courtyard. Some farmers harvesting rows of wheat from the field. Even that little Grandaxe lad (that everyone is pretty sure isn't quit right in the head) Fili, was just staring at the sky with a smile on his face. Today was a great day to be a dwarf.

 

             Grabthar walked through the main entrance of the keep, took a left and continued down the residential corridor. At the end of the hall hung a sign labeled “Dizzy Irongrinder”. It was a small room, but Dizzy was the best smithy in the lands. Grabthar shifted the ore in his arms and knocked on the door with his elbow. Almost instantly it swung open and a soot covered face appeared. “Wha- oh... 'ullo Grabt'ar. Wha' 'an uh do fer ya?”

 

             “Sorry te int'rupt ya Mr Dizzy sir... but Grabthar has more iron fer ya today.” he said with a smile.

 

             “Wonderful den, roight 'ere in de chest if ye would.” Dizzy says as he steps to the side.

 

             “An a few tools that could use a bit o seein' too. Grabthar think ye can let someone else use em now since the Halls is finished.” Grabthar smiled as he spoke.

 

             “Finished are ye?” chuckled Dizzy, “Bout toime then.”

 

             Grabthar handed the worn tools to Dizzy, most of them ground down almost to the handles.

 

             “Gonna need te foind ye some better tools nex' toime.” exclaimed the smithy as he took the bag of tools from Grabthar. “Maybe oi can make ye somethin' special.”

 

             Grabthar smiled, “That would be fantastic Mr Dizzy sir... fantastic indeed.”

 

             With that Grabthar bowed, smiled, and walked out of the dwarven keep. It was getting late in the evening and he was ready for some well deserved rest. Heck, he might even sleep past sunrise tomorrow.  

[monalisa 7]

My IGN is GanonLosesAgain, and my chosen profession is Blacksmithing. Here are my stats:

 

http://imgur.com/kEn8sbn

 

And here is me roleplaying the forging of a ferrum sword for the Imperial Army.

 

http://imgur.com/a/hhKrc

[Neri 3590]

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