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B4 Ch34: Blacksmith Artist
🕑 Added 2024-04-01 00:56:36 +0000 UTCBrixaby
With one final ringing blow of the hammer, Brixaby finished the kite shield he was working on.
Lifting it in his claws, he bent his head close to look it over. He tried to take it in objectively, like a Master of the craft would.
It was too small for him – much too small for any dragon to use. There were a few extra dents he could not fully manage to knock out, and it still needed to be fitted with a strap suitable for human arms. The metal was well forged, though it lacked any fancy designs that would have made it more pleasing to look at.
All in all, it was good apprentice work.
Brixaby set it down, rumbling in discontentment. Then he checked for new notifications from his rider’s Master of Skills card and found none.
That rumble became a growl.
“Why have I not received a skill, or at least a level, for this?” he demanded to his rider’s annoying card.
Of course, it gave no answer.
“Bah!”
Brixaby knocked the shield aside where it clattered up against a pile of other discarded weapons that had failed to gain him any levels. His pile was beginning to grow large.
Another source of his discontentment.
With irritation, he swung his head around to see what everyone else was up to. With the Dark Heart opening soon, all would be busy bettering themselves.
That was when he realized the barn was clear of others. He was completely alone.
How in the world did Sams manage to squeeze himself out without Brixaby noticing? Though, after a moment’s thought, Brixaby concluded that he had been so focused on his own crafting – specifically seeking a suitable class so he could continue to advance – that he had taken notice of what else was going on? And why should he? It was beneath him.
With a long sigh, he turned back to the shield and picked it up again for another examination. He had to understand where he was going wrong.
At least tossing it away hadn’t caused another dent. Brixaby’s metallurgy skill was up at 15 – he knew how to mix metals for the greatest effect.
There were no other flaws in the shield he could see, other than it was very plain. In fact, he was… simply not enamored with making it. He’d only done so because actually creating weapons was by far the best path to weapon smithing.
But his pile of discards spoke otherwise.
Tossing the shield back on top of the pile, he wandered out of the barn through the back door.
The moment he was outside, his attention was caught by the sound of crunching bone. He came around the corner to see Joy sitting in the bright afternoon sun and gnawing on a bison femur. The bulge in her stomach spoke of where the stripped meat had gone.
Upon seeing him, she dropped the bone. “Brixaby! There you are!”
“I have not gone anywhere else,” he grumbled, “Though it seems others have.”
“Yeah, I just came back. Cressida is off at that library thing. Don’t tell her I said this, but researching sounds so boring. Hey Brix,” she suddenly added. “Look what I got!”
And Brixaby’s mind stuttered to a halt as she swished her tail at him in a very fetching manner.
Then he saw the mark a few scales shy from the tip of her tail. It could almost be considered a spot or a blemish, but aside from her green forearm and the veins on that side of her body, Joy was almost eye-blindingly pink.
Brixaby bent to look at it. “One of Dannell’s language tattoos. He was able to apply the ink directly to the scale? What happens when you shed it?”
“Then I’ll have to get a new one, but tails don’t shed very often, or get hurt a lot in battles. That’s why I chose that spot. It hurts less than putting a needle in a toe, too. I think it’s pretty. Don’t you?” She went on before Brixaby could answer. “Cressida wasn’t happy about getting a tattoo, so she had hers on the back of her shoulder where people wouldn’t see it very often. And now I can talk to everyone!” Joy finished, happily.
“Yes, but that does not mean anyone here will have anything worth-while to say to you.”
Something in his tone must have caught her attention. She squinted at him. “Are you all right?”
Part of Brixaby was obscurely annoyed and he almost asked if she had been swishing her tail that way around Sams. Then he remembered that Sams was quite old, and not a Legendary dragon like Brixaby. Besides, it did not matter.
So he moved to another subject which was annoying him. “No, I am not all right. I have…” He grimaced, “failed to obtain a smithing class.”
She cocked her head. “Why do you need that? Remind me.”
“Because I have a weaponsmith card, and Arthur has another in weapon improvisation – they’re linked, you see. I could create things for him and I am certain they would become twice as strong. We need every bit of strength we can get for the Dark Heart. Yet, without all these advantages and my constant practice, I am unable to gain an official class in any sort of smithing.” He snorted in disgust.
“Oh!” she said brightly, nodding. “I’ll be happy to help!”
“Excellent.” He rocked back on his haunches and they stared at each other for a beat.
Annoyed, Brixaby narrowed his yes. “Well? Will you not give me a quest to solve this?”
“Oh, silly, you know I can’t do a quest at will. It’s random, even for me.”
He knew that had been the case before Joy and Sams had left on their journey, but he had hoped she had some sort of growth or breakthrough on the way here.
Casually, Joy reached over and grabbed the bison femur bone, cracking it with her jaws and licking out the marrow.
Brixaby watched with mild distaste. Raw meat was fine for some occasions, and he would still like to know the thrill of hunting and eating his own meat, but on balance he preferred his meals cooked. “You know, bone jelly is better for you.”
She spoke slightly slurred as her tongue was busy trying to get out the rest of the marrow. “That would take hours.”
“Why are you so hungry? You just ate that entire leg.”
“Ugh.” She threw the now fully empty bone away in disgust. “It was so terrible. Horatio has his Second Helpings card that doubles things, right? We thought that would stretch the supplies. But it turns out that the food it creates doesn’t actually do anything for you. He couldn’t figure out why – our riders kept saying something about material and not vitamins. Do you know how terrible it is to eat and eat and still be hungry because your body doesn’t get anything from it?”
Brixaby blinked. “I suppose… not,” he acknowledged. Joy would have had it slightly worse than Sams, too, as she was going through what Arthur called a growth spurt. Then, remembering something, he pulled out a roasted sheep that had been marinated with mutton. “This was one of Arthur’s previous experiments. It does not have the healing powers of his chicken soup, but it should at least be filling.”
Joy squealed in happiness and immediately tore into the carcass. Between bites, she asked, “So, if you still need a class on weapons and stuff, why don’t you just find a teacher?”
“Bah, I have already approached many of this so-called city’s so-called ‘best’ blacksmiths. No one will take me as an apprentice. They do not know what to think of dragons, and see us as curiosities.” He hated to admit the next part, but it came out anyway. “Perhaps… I should have been more general and not worked only on chain mail when I had the opportunity to learn in the Free Hive.”
She shrugged. “Okay, but why do you want a weapon smithing class? I know you have the card, but you don’t need the class for the card, do you?”
“No,” he admitted. Embarrassment warred with the need to be truthful with his friend. More important, Joy was someone who had a quest card, and therefore possibly some meta insight.
“I do enjoy blacksmithing, and especially creating chainmail pieces. It is… pleasant to make myself and others look good as well as protect my rider.”
“Sure,” Joy said, then paused to swallow a large chunk of meat. “That’s what dragons and riders do – we protect each other. That’s what makes us good partners. But, Brix, have you ever made anything for yourself? Not for combat,” she said when he opened his mouth to point out he’d just mentioned the chainmail, “not for any kind of fighting or to level up or to grow stronger… but just for yourself?”
“Of course I have—” he started to say, then stopped.
Had he? Without the secret intent of leveling up a skill? He couldn’t remember anything off the top of his mind.
“What does it matter?” he asked instead.
She didn’t answer right away, peering off into the distance. Brixaby turned his head to follow her gaze but saw nothing except the backside of the barn. Annoyed, he was about to ask again, when she spoke.
“You know, when we came here we flew over a lot of cities. All were dead and forgotten – it was very sad. But sometimes we’d stop in them and look at some of the weirder stuff. There was one place… Cressida said it looked like a park for people to gather. Except that it was filled with metal art. Very twisty. It looked like…” She couldn’t quite find the words and instead eeled her head back and forth in a wavy pattern. “Only there were dozens of them, and when the sun was angled just perfectly, their long shadows created pictures. It was trees and humans playing and throwing balls to one another in grassy fields. Even though the metal didn’t look like any of that.”
“Trees and grassy fields,” Brixaby snorted. “What a boring thing to spend your time on.”
That seemed to snap Joy out of it. She looked at Brixaby. “Well, if you could create something like that, what would you create?”
Brixaby knew immediately. He would create the best thing ever, which of course would be a dragon in flight. He could imagine it now.
In fact… It was easy to imagine Joy that way, fully grown and majestic as any dragon in her retinue should be. Her wings would be curved to catch an oncoming breeze, and there would be a particular flirt to her tail…
Brixaby’s eyes narrowed. “I will return,” he said shortly and went back into the barn, and his forge.
****
He assumed that Joy would understand his need for privacy and requirement to work, but less than two hours later she popped up at his forge, asking what he was doing.
Brixaby looked down at the lumpy thing he was trying to twist into shape using tongs. “I am creating a sculpture of a dragon.” Though right now it was extremely rough and didn’t have nearly the graceful form he could see in his mind’s eyes.
In fact, it looked a bit like the real Joy, who was a little awkward and ungainly in dragon adolescence.
She blinked. “Which is the head, and which is the tail?”
“This one, of course!” he said, and then on second thought admitted that she may have a point. “I will put some teeth on it.”
He went to do just that. Then, after using a mallet to pound in some sharp metal he had to admit that the overall form looked much more like a proper dragon.
For extra inspiration, he put in sharp claws. Those were much like Joy’s own, too.
Joy murmured in appreciation and flexed her own claws.
“There,” he said, and was – somewhat—satisfied with his own first effort.
New Skill Gained: Metal Art (Artist, Blacksmithing)
Due to your linked card’s bonus traits and class, you automatically start this skill at level 5.
New Class!
Blacksmith Artist - Tier Two Crafting
It takes knowledge of fundamental skills to start down the road of any craft. But to truly begin to master a craft, one must show a dedication to art as well as utility.
As weaponsmith artist is a crafting class, individual skills maintain their own levels and are not rolled into an overall average. In addition, relevant skills are split into synergistic subcategories:
Metal Artistry
Forging
Metal Weapon Work
Metal Utility Work
Add more skills within this class to create more sub-categories.
All new skills within this class start at level 5, and experience is gained 15% faster in addition to existing card’s bonuses.
When equipped:
+3 to stamina (+ additional 20% to heat resistance at the forge)
+ 2 to dexterity (+ additional 3 when using weaponsmith crafting specific tools)
+ 1 to intelligence
+ 1 to luck
Do you wish to equip Tier 2 – Weaponsmith Artist now?
Comments
Jasmine
is it the Blacksmith Class or Weaponsmith Class?
Tommy
Thank you!
Fred
https://www.patreon.com/posts/b4-ch33-answer-101057765
dbdlion
Horatio got his card all the way back in Book 1, I think (maybe book 2). Little late to change the name... Although changing how they were underfed might be a better idea.
Abdulmohsen
Is there a chapter 33 missing or just this chapter was mislabeled?
FossilWreckers
A Rare card named "Second Helpings" that can't actually duplicate food is BS. You should change it to poor rationing. Feast or famine, and the final stretch was bad. Maybe scourge dust ruins food and the card kept making scourge dust once contaminated. Or a scourgling had a power that wrecked their food. His card should be why they survived not why they would be dead already.
FossilWreckers
Does B know how to make scale mail? I feel like that next in the armor tree.
FossilWreckers
It's a weapons class, not armor.
Rubeno
Why Brix's new class doesn't have Chain Mail Weaving skill? I distinctly remember it being distinct skill.
Decide
Wait. Did Brix just make one of those metal sculptures we see on the cover art?
