Literally Something I Made Uo On The Fly - Tumblr Posts

It was early morning and the night sky began had begun to change, from an inky dark blue to a glowing auburn, that gently bled across the skyline.

Zack sighed, disappointed he could no longer venture outside in fear of the suns rays.

Instead he lamented to watch the morning come before he would be ushered to bed by the man he now knew as Malachite.

He turned around from his window view to see the older man leaning over the large crafting table and suddenly found himself in awe as a flash of golden light danced from where Malachite was looking.

Without thought Zack had jumped to his feet, the oversized tunic he was wearing covering his knee’s as he trotted over to the man. His curiosity burned as he watched in awe as the human somehow took several meaningless items, aligned them in a basic grid formation before the light once more returned.

What was once a stick and simple lump of coal was now an unlit torch “Whoa!” Malachite jumped on the spot having not heard the child approach “How did you do that!?”

Zack had grabbed the torch and brought it to his face to examine it closely.

“It’s called crafting” Malachite still holding his chest calmed his racing heart “It’s a type of magic often used by adventures”

Zack looked up at the other “Can you, teach me?”

‘Oh dear’ was all the old man could think as large glowing eyes bore into his soul. He knelt down facing Zack eye to eye silence almost drowning him.

For a moment he wondered what he was going to say to the boy, who was staring back at him large grin plastered on his face.

He could have been honest, that creatures like zombies couldn’t craft at all, let alone like this. That it was a skill that took years to learn, to the point the average villager simply crafted what they needed the old fashioned way.

The slow way.

That really was the easiest route, a broken dream in the face of reality. A harsh truth that life isn’t fair and defiantly not easy.

However what came out of his mouth wasn’t this “I can try my best”

The boy seemed to grin even more, as Malachite held out an open hand.

The soft glow of light returned and Zack gently grasped Malachite’s thumb, once again to get a better look as the man recited words once spoken to him, a very long time ago. Words he never thought he’d speak again.

“As an adventurer I will do all I can, to pass on the knowledge passed onto me. So that one day, you’ll pass that on to those whom follow you.”

Ok so some notes, back when I made these characters I was asked about my thoughts on crafting and building,

Mainly my theory of what it actually was.

So I made up what I thought was fun and interesting.

That crafting the way the player (or adventure as I call em) is a form of magic. They can instantly create items that would normally take some time to make. Thus explains why the villagers still have items to trade or in boxes, but also why our character can instantly make items.

Catch though, mobs can't craft or build.

Endermen can hold blocks but that's different as well as Zack 😊 but more on that later