Closed [The Ironworks] A Meeting Between Smiths

[Terag]

23rd of Spring 515AV - Dusk The sun had set on the day, filling the sky with different hues of reds and yellows. Terag paid little attention to the changing sky but instead focused on the reds and yellows inside his forge. The Ironworks was starting to quiet down for the night as many used the setting sun as a sign for the end of the work day. Aprons were hung beside tool racks, the soft clinking of metal tool against metal tool could be heard as many of the smiths set about getting ready to head home. None seemed to pay Terag any mind as he waited for his work to finish heating up. While he had tried to be somewhat friendly he found it was somewhat difficult overcoming his people's cold nature. Softly, he hummed himself a tune. Today it was a slower piece with many long notes held over several measures. It was supposed to have deep meaning, but as he couldn't remember the words the song meant almost nothing. Either way he kept on humming as he reached into the forge with his left arm. Carefully he grabbed the metal with his bare hand, bringing the metal onto the face of the anvil. Thankfully he needed no protection from the heat for his left arm, it's onyx coloring proving to any of those who understood the Isur that this was his gifted arm from Izurdin. His arm didn't attract too much attention from the others, as the one in charge of The Ironworks was an Isur as well. However, a few smiths looked almost alarmed for a moment as they passed. He looked down to admire his work, the axe head was nearly shaped. Currently it at least looked vaguely like a weapon, though Terag still had to pound out where the sharpened edge would go, and be sure that the axe head would attach neatly to the shaft that had yet to be made. Of course attaching it wasn't his job today - only to make the head of the weapon. He used his left hand to hold his work steady as he raised his hammer and brought it down with a loud and audible 'clang', the sound echoing through The Ironworks. Without other bodies or similar sounds being made, the clang carried easily. The same was true for the others that followed at he continued to bring the hammer down, over and over to the rhythm of his song.

[Tiath Othos]

Tiath's day had been a rather slow one that day, with his job that being that he had to help another smith with one of his tasks by being an assistant striker. It was strange for him, after been trained for the last two weeks or so in making things on his to suddenly be working for someone else and following their exact instructions. It was strange but he didn't mind it either, he got to again watch someone else work and try picking up on the techniques that they were using as they were forging a great sword. He made mental notes as he had watched the man make a steel rod in order to be the back bone of the blade.

It had been the first time that he had worked with steel as well, finding that when the smith had lined the heated ingots for him to hammer into the backbone rob that they resisted his swings more than normal, even if they had been heated to a high temperature. After they had finished he had gone off to his normal work place and have his lunch break, choosing just to relax throughout the time instead of having anything to eat. Letting his thoughts wonder he pulled out an iron nail from his pocket that he always kept as a reminder and began to roll it between his fingers as he let his thoughts roll as well, attempting to picture new sword designs and then how one might create them, slowly his designs became more and more out there, soon becoming beyond his ability to even begin mentally designing them. Hearing someone yell call out his name, he quickly jumped to his feet and went over to the source again being put to work helping out others.

Tiath found himself laying on top his bed and staring at the roof out of boredom, the rest of the day had ended up like the first part, with him just being shuffled between random smiths to give them a hand. While it was part of the job, it still didn’t help him feel like that he was becoming a burden to the forge. He gave a sigh as he reached into his pocket to pull out his keep sake, it was something that was becoming a habit to him as he became accustom to the feel of it moving between his fingers, I should probably get some string and make it a necklace or something, I don’t really want to fall over and feel it go into my leg. He couldn't help but grin at that, knowing his luck that would actually happen.

His smile froze as his heart skipped a beat, quickly he stood up and began to pat down his pockets, turning them inside out in panic just to triple check the truth that he already knew. He had lost his keepsake at some point and found himself already heading for the door, Ok, the last time you were using it... was at the forge He nodded to himself as he shut the door and moved at a quickened pace out of the housing quarters. He shielded his eyes against the sun, surprised at how late the day had gotten and became side-track for a moment as he looked at the hues of the sky before he continued in a rush. He reached the forge after a little while and got a few looks as he quickly swept through the area and to his workbench, finding the nail on the bench upright. He stared at it with suspicion before he picked it up and run it between his fingers, the familiar weight putting his mind at easy. I'ma sure it wasn't upright when I left it... Shrugging he turned and slowly began to make his leave.

Glancing around he was surprised that so many people were still around, looking to the sky he decided that he had enough time to just walk around the forge and look at what people were doing. I really have nothing else to do and I am too worked up to just go home and lay down again. There wasn't too much of interest as he wondered around, most smiths were just finishing up on their tasks and a few were just waiting around for the next bell before they left. Hearing the sound of a hammer being brought down onto metal which piqued his interest he found himself heading in its direction, finding a man working on a something, he glanced over and tried to guess what he was making but wasn't sure, causing him to move closer and stand on his toes to look over the bench and try get a better look. He was directly across from the man from the position and it was took him only a moment to notice that the man’s arm was not normal, causing his eyes to widen and to drop down from his toes, suddenly becoming very nervous. Is he related to Mr. VIzerian? His face at this point red as he found himself unsure of what to do and why he was even there.

[Terag]

"Model yourself after Izurdin and be patient, I am busy but I will become free in a chime." he said, half in rhythm with the song he had been humming as he noticed someone standing directly across from him and his work. No, I need to be nicer. And speak in common!, he shook his head for a moment as he tried to think of the right words to say. "Can you wait just a moment? I will be able to talk once this is in the forge," he said in the proper language this time. All the while the hammer had been working out the shape a bit more. The axe-head was nearly done as he set his hammer into the loop in his apron. With his bare left hand he grabbed the squared part of the axe-head, the part where the handle would attach, and picked up his work and set it gently within the forge. The first licked at his blackened arm, though he paid it no mind as he moved slowly and pulled his arm back out. He wiped his left hand on his apron, rubbing off a bit of soot from it as he turned to the face the onlooker. The man, or boy as far as Terag was concerned, wasn't very tall for a human. In fact, he looked to be about the same height as Terag. Either way he didn't let the man's possible age define him, more because humans were strange enough as is and at a young age many Isurians knew much about crafting, so why shouldn't he? Either way he couldn't help but stare for just a moment at the white hair, it seemed so out of place on one so young, before looking him over just once. He couldn't see much of his actual form, but from here he seemed to be just a slim man. He wasn't in a threatening stance and there seemed to be no hostility in his hazel eyes, and so Terag offered his right hand to him to shake. "Terag Magehand, weaponsmith. Nice to meet ya, anything I can help ya with? Mister?... It seems I do not know your name. We have not met yet, have we? I do have a poor habit of forgetting names."

[Tiath Othos]

Tiath's initial fear of the man disappeared for a moment as he listened to the man speak in another tongue, causing his curiosity to get the better of him as he peak up further at the man’s work before he was spoken to directly. "Uhh Sure, I mean I was just... Looking" He said in a barely audible tone compared to the sounds of the forge. His attention was again drawn to the man’s work as he continued to work on his task, the rhythmic swinging of his hammer drawing him in as he moved around from behind the bench so he could see what the man was working on.

He let out an audible ahh as he finally made sense of what the man was working on, an axe by the look of it, his gaze captured as he watched the man picked it up with his metal hand, his attention shifting to it from the axe. He stepped towards the man as he watched him reach into the forge, a hand reaching out in a futile attempt to stop him. "What are you do-" He caught himself mid-sentence and found him his face turning bright red as he realised how stupid it was for him to even try, "Sorry" he said quietly as he lowered his arm and his gaze away from the man in embarrassment, he wasn't use to them, the Isur, just yet and that abilities that that had. I guess I won’t ever get used to seeing a man put his arm into a forge and be unfazed by it..

Tiath looked up as the man spoke to him directly as he introduced himself, causing him to become flustered and start to babble. "Um no we haven’t Mr Magehand, at least I don't believe we have. I only just recently started working here. I um, have been learning under my mentor and haven't really had the time to meet anyone." He dropped his gaze and looked away from the man, "I am sorry that I interrupted you from your work Mr.Magehand, I didn't know that you were working on something important." He said quietly, taking the man to be one of the master smiths of the place or near the rank of Ros.

"I really shouldn't have come here" he said as he glanced behind him, "I was just curious on what you were working on and it seemed interesting and it got the better of me." He bowed slightly out of habit. "If you want me to go I will.. I mean I should really be going, you don’t need a nuisance distracting you from your task." He paused for a moment as he quickly ran over things over his head. "Sorry, Tiath, my name is Tiath Othos Sir Magehand." He bowed again as he introduced himself, "If you ever need help with any tasks please yell out"

[Terag]

He couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's ramblings. It would seem that he was getting more respect for his position than he deserved, not that Terag minded much anyways. But perhaps, at least for their first time meeting, it would be better to set things straight rather than allow the boy to keep thinking like this. "Oh Izurdin grant me the patience," he said with a chuckle. "Tiath, right? First, call me Terag. No need for this 'Mr.Magehand' business. You are not my apprentice, you are an equal. No? I started working here only this season." Terag extended his left hand for the boy to shake, Terag's way of showing that he thought of the other as an equal. The action might be lost on others but at least he understood, and at the very least his hand would have cooled down enough to not burn and just be warm to the touch. "I am just working, everything is important. Does not mean I can not talk, no?" Common flowed easily enough still, but his accent was heavy and made it obvious he hadn't been far from Sultros very long. By now, rather Tiath had shaken his hand or not he pulled his hand away and looked the boy over once before he spoke again. "Curiosity about crafting is never a bad thing, if you ever want to walk over and see what is going on you are free to, just as I am free to call on you for help. No? Perhaps when I work on a great sword or something big I will call you over. Anyways, I am working on an axe today. Most people like to leave work about this time but the darkness does not bother me. I can see well enough regardless." Terag shrugged a bit before he looked into the forge once more and saw that the axe head had finally heated up enough again. He reached into the fire once more with his left hand, grabbing the heated metal and setting it on top of the face of the anvil. Holding it in place with his left hand he drew out his hammer with his right and set to work. Softly he hummed to himself as he began hammering along the edge of the weapon, where the sharpened side would go, and began to shape it by pushing the metal out. Before long the steel would fan out into the right shape, only needing to be sharpened now. With a smile he looked over his work before setting it inside the forge once more. "It is almost done, see? I just need to work on the back end, so the axe can have a handle. Then all done! Anyways, Tiath? What do you do here? Do you make weapons perhaps? Maybe armor?"