Group RP Scramble Pirates Chapter 1! Scrambling to Set Sail!

"Thank you, sir!" Anna eagerly replied to the Master Blacksmith she was in front of. She followed him and sat down in the chair the Monfero assistant provided. "Well sir, I am also a blacksmith by trade, as it was my mother and grandmother who taught me. I have brought with me, and the mustachioed Machamp here is carrying what I would like to sell. They are ores that I have collected in the past few weeks, and the weapons here I would also like to sell. I have assessed them thoroughly and have come to the conclusion that they are of poor quality and are sorry excuses for weapons. They are no better than bar stock and should be melted down. I would do them myself...but however I lack a forge to do so in. I would like some gold so I can pay for a ship to leave this port and go home, as I am far from home and would love to go back." Being quite honest with the Master Blacksmith, leaving out the fact that she was taken from her home quite horribly.

 

Bigjaw was not at ease since Samson was no longer gonna melt off his icey skin. Bigjaw looked around the armory to get a good feel for his surroundings. His blind eye was able to make out blobs of orange which were the intense flames of the forge. His good eye however saw objects that just made him feel inadequate.

The croc saw weapons of all shapes and sizes being created or on display to be sold. He groaned in frustration. “Why am I so terrible with any weapon imaginable?” the croc said quietly.

 

"Well, during my time here, I've noticed there were a lot of natural caves around this port, and one thing my mother taught me was that natural caves can sometimes lead to ores. When the caves were not used by pirates, I went down with my tail flame lighting the way and making sure it's safe, sometimes using a flamethrower to burn up the gases. I happened to find a good vein of iron within, so using my Metal Claw, I gathered some up. Something unique about my family is that we can tell how much carbon and impurities are in a metal through our hands, and using our hands, claws, and our fire, we can melt down the ore into ingots and get out most of the impurities. We also have another unique ability to control the temperature of our flames, so with our abilities, we can use our flames to make a stronger product, so it would last longer. Grandmother told me that one of our ancestors forged up a sword for the King that never broke and impossibly sharp, and is now passed down through generations in the Royal Family." Anna explained, using her hands to tell the story, "She swears up and down that the Royal Sword was inlaid with sheddings of the God of Time's horns, but I'm skeptical on that part of the legend. I did, however, forge this sword I carry myself." As she pulled out her sword with her left hand. It was about 2 1/2 feet in length from hilt to point, and it's cross length of about 2 1/2 inches, with it's hilt a hand-half style. While it was deceptively plain, it in actuality had engravings on the grip and hilt. Doubled edged and straight, the blade had like an unworldly presence emitting from it. On the butt end of the hilt, was a red gemstone with the hilt metal wrapping around it protectively, and the leather on the grip was worn. "I forged it, and inlaid it with some horn sheddings I found while walking in the fields on the outskirts of my hometown, along with the Red Gem I found through exploring. When I was done with the blade, I showed it to my mother, and she told me to keep it, and make it mine. She told me it was priceless. And...in the time I forged it, I only had to sharpen it once, after I finished it." Anna then turned the hilt to where the hilt met the grip, and she showed him the Hayden stamp. "This is my family's makers mark." An H with flames surrounding it.

 

(not gonna let this stay down for over a year just yet!)
Although he probably... er, definitely didn't understand a good chunk of what Anna had just said, Piper could understand the value of her sword and maybe a bit of all the history. "You made that all by yourself? That's really, really cool!" he chirped in appreciation, admiring the sword from a short distance.