Just like that, the morning rush came in. Dozens of adventurers and villagers wanted their weapons and tools maintained. Nirra was on the clock, managing the orders for new weapons and gear while her father did all the heavy lifting with the forging and casting. Nirra was also busy sharpening swords at the request of the customers.
When the mid day sun was overhead and the morning rush ended. Both Marcus and Nirra sighed deeply as she gazed up at how much money they made. Being in a moderately big village has its advantages; for one, there was a nearby dungeon that adventurers frequently visited to grab loot and, of course, fight monsters. Their weapons would need some maintenance after fighting in the dungeon, so they traveled here to get them fixed and maintained.
"Why don't you grab lunch for yourself, Nirra?" Marcus said tiredly, "I'll keep an eye out for any late customers that would want our services." He continued as Nirra nodded and exited the forge.
She paced through the house and into the kitchen, where her mother was already there, preparing lunch for the father-daughter duo.
"Hehe, I knew you two would be hungry after the morning rush. So I made some sandwiches for you and your father." She giggled and placed the last sandwich in a basket.
"Thanks mom!" Nirra exclaimed gleefully as she took the basket and walked back to the forge.
Inside, her father was waiting for any new customers to come in the front door. He was sitting on a stool near the counter, so Nirra slowly maneuvered her way through the now-messy forge.
When she got near, her father noticed her and turned in her direction with a smile.
"Heh, that Mirabel, she always knows." He let out a small laugh as he stood up and washed his hands in a bucket of water.
"Mom somehow has a third sense that knows when we need food." Nirra commented as she grabbed a sandwich from the basket and started eating. "But it still tastes so good," she added.
Marcus let out a small giggle as he ruffled Nirra's hair, grabbing his own sandwich from the tray and looking at the many types of swords that were waiting to be sold.
Just like that, the two finished their lunch and are now waiting for any latecomers to come to their shop. While waiting, Marcus took the liberty to train Nirra in the art of blacksmithing.
Just like the morning rush, the evening rush had arrived. Again, dozens of adventurers and villagers wanted to get their tools and weapons maintained, so Nirra and Marcus kicked it up a notch and went to their respective jobs like earlier. Only this time, Nirra would help her father with the forging and the heating of solid metals.
After it ended, the two were left on the floor, breathing heavily. The last adventurer just wanted his blade sharpened, and Nirra obliged to do so.
"Just another day in the shop, huh?" Marcus slowly stood up and helped her daughter get back on her feet.
"Yeah, still hectic as ever," Nirra added. "You should go rest, dad; you did all the heavy lifting with the forging." She continued.
"Are you sure you don't need help with the clean-up?" Marcus asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Sure, I'm sure! Plus, I am working on something important." Nirra answered as she started picking up discarded handles for swords and tools needed to forge the swords.
"Alright, if you say so, but you have to tell me your little project after it's done." Marcus said and slowly walked to the exit, but before he did, he turned his head back at Nirra. "Call me if you need any help." He said as Nirra nodded, and the former exited the room.
"Alright, let's get to work," Nirra said to herself as she walked towards the crafting table and drawers and picked up the barrel she had just made yesterday.
Said barrel was crude; the sanding was not quite finished on the outside part, but the inside is smooth as a whistle.
"The next step is to make the mechanism for the trigger" She then proceeded to open a drawer, and inside were small springs.
She then collected the steel scraps that her father had left from forging. and proceeded to place it inside a crucible, which she took to a bigger furnace to melt it down.
While the furnace was heating and melting the steel scraps, she picked them up earlier. She prepped the mold, which was difficult since she doesn't have a basis for it. She looked around, trying to find a shape that she could use as a basis to make the cavities needed. Her eyes fell on hooks used in fishing. Smiling, she walked over and detached the hooks from the rods, and used that as a basis to make the cavity. After that she used 2 small flatted iron rods to make the cavity for the "Frizzen" which would produce sparks once the hammer bears down on it. Then, she used two half circle metal pieces and used them to make the cavity for the Hammer. She slowly took out the molten steel from the furnace and carefully poured it into the cavities inside the casting sand.
While waiting for it to harden, she took note of the measurements of the flintlock pistol she was trying to make.
After a while, the parts she needed had fully hardened, so she took out the parts that resembled small flat hooks, one resembled the letter S and one the letter L. Nirra sighed in relief as the parts were the perfect size for her needs. There were four parts in total, and the last two bits were quite important to the finished product.
She took the liberty to sand down each individual part using the grindstone. She was satisfied with the finished product. She then laid down the parts on the table and connected them all using the springs from earlier and used metal pins to hold the parts in place inside an iron frame. When she pulled the trigger, the s shaped hook on the top part of the weapon, known as a hammer, came blitzing down, nearly missing the other L shaped hook, which was standing still.
Satisfied, Nirra hammered some holes near one end of the barrel and inserted it at the front of the trigger mechanism. When she pulled again, the same thing happened, but the hook she fired off nearly missed the opening of the holes inside the barrel.
"Alright, just a little more to go. I just need a piece flint now. Afterwards, I can go ahead and make a wooden handle for it, as well as the black powder and steel balls." she said to herself and smiled.
Just like that, the morning rush came in. Dozens of adventurers and villagers wanted their weapons and tools maintained. Nirra was on the clock, managing the orders for new weapons and gear while her father did all the heavy lifting with the forging and casting. Nirra was also busy sharpening swords at the request of the customers.
When the mid day sun was overhead and the morning rush ended. Both Marcus and Nirra sighed deeply as she gazed up at how much money they made. Being in a moderately big village has its advantages; for one, there was a nearby dungeon that adventurers frequently visited to grab loot and, of course, fight monsters. Their weapons would need some maintenance after fighting in the dungeon, so they traveled here to get them fixed and maintained.
"Why don't you grab lunch for yourself, Nirra?" Marcus said tiredly, "I'll keep an eye out for any late customers that would want our services." He continued as Nirra nodded and exited the forge.
She paced through the house and into the kitchen, where her mother was already there, preparing lunch for the father-daughter duo.
"Hehe, I knew you two would be hungry after the morning rush. So I made some sandwiches for you and your father." She giggled and placed the last sandwich in a basket.
"Thanks mom!" Nirra exclaimed gleefully as she took the basket and walked back to the forge.
Inside, her father was waiting for any new customers to come in the front door. He was sitting on a stool near the counter, so Nirra slowly maneuvered her way through the now-messy forge.
When she got near, her father noticed her and turned in her direction with a smile.
"Heh, that Mirabel, she always knows." He let out a small laugh as he stood up and washed his hands in a bucket of water.
"Mom somehow has a third sense that knows when we need food." Nirra commented as she grabbed a sandwich from the basket and started eating. "But it still tastes so good," she added.
Marcus let out a small giggle as he ruffled Nirra's hair, grabbing his own sandwich from the tray and looking at the many types of swords that were waiting to be sold.
Just like that, the two finished their lunch and are now waiting for any latecomers to come to their shop. While waiting, Marcus took the liberty to train Nirra in the art of blacksmithing.
Just like the morning rush, the evening rush had arrived. Again, dozens of adventurers and villagers wanted to get their tools and weapons maintained, so Nirra and Marcus kicked it up a notch and went to their respective jobs like earlier. Only this time, Nirra would help her father with the forging and the heating of solid metals.
After it ended, the two were left on the floor, breathing heavily. The last adventurer just wanted his blade sharpened, and Nirra obliged to do so.
"Just another day in the shop, huh?" Marcus slowly stood up and helped her daughter get back on her feet.
"Yeah, still hectic as ever," Nirra added. "You should go rest, dad; you did all the heavy lifting with the forging." She continued.
"Are you sure you don't need help with the clean-up?" Marcus asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Sure, I'm sure! Plus, I am working on something important." Nirra answered as she started picking up discarded handles for swords and tools needed to forge the swords.
"Alright, if you say so, but you have to tell me your little project after it's done." Marcus said and slowly walked to the exit, but before he did, he turned his head back at Nirra. "Call me if you need any help." He said as Nirra nodded, and the former exited the room.
"Alright, let's get to work," Nirra said to herself as she walked towards the crafting table and drawers and picked up the barrel she had just made yesterday.
Said barrel was crude; the sanding was not quite finished on the outside part, but the inside is smooth as a whistle.
"The next step is to make the mechanism for the trigger" She then proceeded to open a drawer, and inside were small springs.
She then collected the steel scraps that her father had left from forging. and proceeded to place it inside a crucible, which she took to a bigger furnace to melt it down.
While the furnace was heating and melting the steel scraps, she picked them up earlier. She prepped the mold, which was difficult since she doesn't have a basis for it. She looked around, trying to find a shape that she could use as a basis to make the cavities needed. Her eyes fell on hooks used in fishing. Smiling, she walked over and detached the hooks from the rods, and used that as a basis to make the cavity. After that she used 2 small flatted iron rods to make the cavity for the "Frizzen" which would produce sparks once the hammer bears down on it. Then, she used two half circle metal pieces and used them to make the cavity for the Hammer. She slowly took out the molten steel from the furnace and carefully poured it into the cavities inside the casting sand.
While waiting for it to harden, she took note of the measurements of the flintlock pistol she was trying to make.
After a while, the parts she needed had fully hardened, so she took out the parts that resembled small flat hooks, one resembled the letter S and one the letter L. Nirra sighed in relief as the parts were the perfect size for her needs. There were four parts in total, and the last two bits were quite important to the finished product.
She took the liberty to sand down each individual part using the grindstone. She was satisfied with the finished product. She then laid down the parts on the table and connected them all using the springs from earlier and used metal pins to hold the parts in place inside an iron frame. When she pulled the trigger, the s shaped hook on the top part of the weapon, known as a hammer, came blitzing down, nearly missing the other L shaped hook, which was standing still.
Satisfied, Nirra hammered some holes near one end of the barrel and inserted it at the front of the trigger mechanism. When she pulled again, the same thing happened, but the hook she fired off nearly missed the opening of the holes inside the barrel.
"Alright, just a little more to go. I just need a piece flint now. Afterwards, I can go ahead and make a wooden handle for it, as well as the black powder and steel balls." she said to herself and smiled.
