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==Walkthrough== | ==Walkthrough== | ||
The game can never tell where you get your items from. NPC vendor or [[Market Board]] is fine. That said, some later crafts are {{colorize|`UNTRADABLE`}}, so you must make those yourself. | |||
==Steps== | ==Steps== | ||
*Deliver a [[Bronze Ingot|bronze ingot]] to [[Brithael]]. | *Deliver a [[Bronze Ingot|bronze ingot]] to [[Brithael]]. | ||
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*Brithael is reasonably impressed by the quality of your bronze and declares that you have a gift for the craft. However, he stresses that no amount of talent can make up for a lack of experience, and asks that you return for further training only after the fundamentals have become second nature to you. | *Brithael is reasonably impressed by the quality of your bronze and declares that you have a gift for the craft. However, he stresses that no amount of talent can make up for a lack of experience, and asks that you return for further training only after the fundamentals have become second nature to you. | ||
==Dialogue== | |||
Brithael: Now, that there is a beautiful sight... Never forget—a smitty's hammer is his one true love. Friends'll betray ye, lovers'll leave ye, but yer hammer'll never do ye no wrong. | |||
Brithael: Gods, seein' ye standin' there reminds me of a less ale-sodden version o' me younger self... | |||
Brithael: But on to yer task! We ain't a congregation o' soft-handed scholarlies here. Smitties learn by doin'! | |||
Brithael: Try yer hand at makin' a bronze ingot. Any smitty worth his salt's got to master the fundamentals, an' ye can't get more fundamental than that! | |||
Brithael: It ain't complicated—bronze is jus' copper an' tin melted down an' mixed together. | |||
Brithael: So ye'll be needin'...? Aye, that's it! Copper an' tin ore. An' seein' as most folk don't carry stuff like that 'round with 'em without reason, Smydhaemr outside can provide ye with some—fer a price, that is. | |||
Brithael: What the lad can't sell ye, though, is the fire shard ye'll need. | |||
Brithael: Aye—it ain't complicated, but that don't mean it's ''easy''. Ye need to melt the metals, after all, an' to do that ye need to get 'em hotter than a flame-kissed whore's crotch. | |||
Brithael: An' that's all there is to it! Think ye can handle it, lad? | |||
===Delivering item to Brithael=== | |||
Brithael: Remember, to make a bronze ingot, all ye need is copper, tin, an' a fire shard. Smydhaemr can sell ye the ore, but ye'll have to find the shard on yer own. 'Course, I'm tellin' ye this on the assumption that ye've still to do the job. If ye've done it already, show us yer work fer gods' sakes! | |||
'''Cutscene''' | |||
Brithael: Heh heh...yer all right, lad/lass. | |||
Brithael: Better than that, even. Sure you ain't done this before? | |||
Brithael: 'Cause honestly, this ain't what ye'd expect from a 'venturer fresh off the street. | |||
Brithael: I think ye might be a bleedin' natural, lad/lass! | |||
Brithael: It takes jus' the right balance o' metals to produce bronze suitable fer weapons an' tools. | |||
Brithael: But this ingot ye've made me, lad/lass, it's on a par with them as our veterans produce. Ye could take this down to Hawkers' Alley and find a buyer in no time. | |||
Brithael: Byregot's watchin' over ye, ain't no doubt about it. | |||
Brithael: Heh heh...ye've got talent, lad/lass—but don't let it go to yer head. | |||
Brithael: I've seen plenty o' folk get drunk on early success, only to puke their guts up later 'cause they forgot that talent's worth bugger all without hard work an' dedication. | |||
Brithael: So I tell ye what: keep it simple fer now, lad/lass. Practice the fundamentals till ye can smelt bronze in yer sleep. An' when ye've gained the kind o' confidence as only comes with experience, come back an' I'll teach ye somethin' new. |
Latest revision as of 14:13, 19 October 2023
My First Cross-pein Hammer
- Quest giver
- Brithael
- Location
- Limsa Lominsa Upper Decks (X:10.6, Y:14.9)
- Class
- Blacksmith
- Level
- 1
- Required items
- 1 Bronze Ingot
- Experience
- 300
- Gil
- 0
- Previous quest
- Way of the Blacksmith
- Next quest
- Hammer Time
- Patch
- 2.0
“Forgemaster Brithael wishes to see how well you can handle your new hammer.
— In-game description
Rewards
- 150 Fire Shard
- 100 Earth Shard
- 30 Copper Ore
- 1 Hempen Kurta
Walkthrough
The game can never tell where you get your items from. NPC vendor or Market Board is fine. That said, some later crafts are UNTRADABLE, so you must make those yourself.
Steps
- Deliver a bronze ingot to Brithael.
Journal
- Forgemaster Brithael wishes to see how well you can handle your new hammer.
- As a firm believer in hands-on education, Brithael has instructed you to smelt bronze, an alloy of tin and copper. The requisite ore can be purchased from Smydhaemr, the guild supplier, but the essential fire shards will have to be obtained elsewhere. Craft a single bronze ingot and deliver it to Brithael.
- Brithael is reasonably impressed by the quality of your bronze and declares that you have a gift for the craft. However, he stresses that no amount of talent can make up for a lack of experience, and asks that you return for further training only after the fundamentals have become second nature to you.
Dialogue
Brithael: Now, that there is a beautiful sight... Never forget—a smitty's hammer is his one true love. Friends'll betray ye, lovers'll leave ye, but yer hammer'll never do ye no wrong. Brithael: Gods, seein' ye standin' there reminds me of a less ale-sodden version o' me younger self... Brithael: But on to yer task! We ain't a congregation o' soft-handed scholarlies here. Smitties learn by doin'! Brithael: Try yer hand at makin' a bronze ingot. Any smitty worth his salt's got to master the fundamentals, an' ye can't get more fundamental than that! Brithael: It ain't complicated—bronze is jus' copper an' tin melted down an' mixed together. Brithael: So ye'll be needin'...? Aye, that's it! Copper an' tin ore. An' seein' as most folk don't carry stuff like that 'round with 'em without reason, Smydhaemr outside can provide ye with some—fer a price, that is. Brithael: What the lad can't sell ye, though, is the fire shard ye'll need. Brithael: Aye—it ain't complicated, but that don't mean it's easy. Ye need to melt the metals, after all, an' to do that ye need to get 'em hotter than a flame-kissed whore's crotch. Brithael: An' that's all there is to it! Think ye can handle it, lad?
Delivering item to Brithael
Brithael: Remember, to make a bronze ingot, all ye need is copper, tin, an' a fire shard. Smydhaemr can sell ye the ore, but ye'll have to find the shard on yer own. 'Course, I'm tellin' ye this on the assumption that ye've still to do the job. If ye've done it already, show us yer work fer gods' sakes!
Cutscene
Brithael: Heh heh...yer all right, lad/lass. Brithael: Better than that, even. Sure you ain't done this before? Brithael: 'Cause honestly, this ain't what ye'd expect from a 'venturer fresh off the street. Brithael: I think ye might be a bleedin' natural, lad/lass! Brithael: It takes jus' the right balance o' metals to produce bronze suitable fer weapons an' tools. Brithael: But this ingot ye've made me, lad/lass, it's on a par with them as our veterans produce. Ye could take this down to Hawkers' Alley and find a buyer in no time. Brithael: Byregot's watchin' over ye, ain't no doubt about it. Brithael: Heh heh...ye've got talent, lad/lass—but don't let it go to yer head. Brithael: I've seen plenty o' folk get drunk on early success, only to puke their guts up later 'cause they forgot that talent's worth bugger all without hard work an' dedication. Brithael: So I tell ye what: keep it simple fer now, lad/lass. Practice the fundamentals till ye can smelt bronze in yer sleep. An' when ye've gained the kind o' confidence as only comes with experience, come back an' I'll teach ye somethin' new.