Solo How to run a forge 101

[Amon Ironheart Terras]

The 29 of Winter in the year 515

It was morning. Amon could tell from the way the light had broken its way into him room. His throat was dry and his head was pounding. All which seem irrelevant next to the fact that he was faced down of the floor of his room. His head lying in something that smelled a great deal like vomit. Mornings, he was learning to hate mornings especially after night like last night. "Right got to get clean, Vacielli was supposed to be showing you around the workshop." Up that was the first thing he had to accomplish before anything else. Steadying him was harder that he gave it credit for, Amon was up but he was not at all there. Staggering over to desk grabbing it to try to steady himself on the frame. At least he had the sense to put out a bowl of water and a cloth for the morning. Plopping down into the old chair that came along with the desk. The chair itself giving a noticeable creek as it took his weight. " Bloody shoddy craftsmanship, the thing can barely hold any weight." Grabbing the cloth resting it the water to soak up some of the liquid. Picking the larger pieces of whatever he had to eat last night out of his hair. Grabbing the cloth and ringing out most of the water back into the bowl. Scrubbing the "vomit" off of his face and giving the rest of his body a quick wipe down. The water woke up his body and more importantly the cold woke up him mind. Throwing on his clothing a pair of linen pants and a shirt. It was time to go the seventh bell had just finish rings, a loud crisp sound that cut clean through the city. Vacielli was expecting him to show up for work at eight and that his son was going to be his partner. He couldn't really be late. Picking up his family glaive and heading out into the streets of Alvadas. The glaive still amazed him. It was beautiful still one of the best thing his mother ever created. It just felt wrong in his hands this belonged to his dad now he carried cause no one else could. The old broad was still up manning the counter, did she ever rest ? It didn't matter right now, and it wasn't like he actually care the though just popped in his head so he wanted to know. Besides he had to get to work. If Vacielli was anything like him mother, then he would expect him to be on time. It took him thirty minutes to find the shop. Alvadas had decided that it was a day to play with him. So after leading him down five different path ways and straight into a brick wall he was there. The shop was grand, the largest building on the street. He could feel it the doubt in the back of his mind. How dear he step foot in this building this was a place of creation and he was destroying himself. He couldn't let that stop him after trying so hard to get in the forge again to turn and run. No he was no cowered, he was the son of Terras he belong in there. Each step felt heavier that the last until he reach that sold oak door. The brass hand gleaming in the light inviting him inside. It was like the building knew why he was here and why. So he offered a quick prayer to Izurdin to allow his glory to work through him and to Rak'keli help him. Grasping the handle and pushing in the door. It was beautiful, the shop was laid out just like how his mother own forge was. Weapons , excellent crafted weapons as fair as the eye could se. Long swords, daggers, shields they made it all from bronze to cold steel nothing was off-limits and at the counter he was there. Vacielli was there behind the counter waiting, with a confidence that told of his pride in his shop. He wasn't looking at Amon however but was polishing one of the many swords he had on the counter. "Well are you going to stand in the door al day or are you going to come it." Good Gods his voice was deep. "Um right Sir" Standing his weapon straight up in the air in an attempt to not hit any of the others on display. It was a small distance to the counter and as he closed it Vaciellie never looked up or stop polishing his weapon. He was few feet from the counter when the voice rang out again. "Stop that's close enough, your early. " Amon was early, he was many thing and even might be a bit of a drunk but he knew enough to be early to a new job." That's good, it good to see a man take pride in his job." " Thank you Sir." Pulling his hip out of bed seemed like a good move now. His boss was impressed and he had arrived before any real customers had shown up." So should I just head in the back now or .." That got his attention cause Vacielli was looking at him now and had stop polishing the sword. He was looking at him in surprise. "You want to get in the forge as soon as you reach. I admire your work ethic son but no not yet. Before you head back there you have to learn how to run thing out here first. Now it was Amon turn to be surprised, he thought that he was going to be working in the forge. Gods above that was the only reason he even tried to get a job here. Vacielli was back to polishing the sword now. " For your time here this is how things are going to work. Your shift starts from nine and ends at eight. You're going to spend half of the day in the front manning the shop and when we close you're going to join us in the back." Resting the sword on the counter and extending a hand out "Oh and welcome to Kitrean Krafts your day starts in about fifteen minutes" Grasping his hand in a firm if uncertain grip. "Well thank you Sir." Moving behind the counter taking a seat on the stool that was slightly hidden under the desk. Resting his glaive under the counter on a little rack that seemed to be installed for weapons. Vacielli had headed into the back of the shop towards the forge, leaving the rest to him. The bell for the ninth hour chimed soon after that, as soon has the bell stop ringing . The first customer barrelled his way through the door. He was a large man human it seemed, with a sort of jaunty walk. Bring him right tom the tip of the counter his stomach spilling over his pants almost resting on the wood. Amon was going to be wiping that specific area when he left. "My good man I need a weapon. I need something as great as I, something that could handle my strength". " For your strength " Amon said a bit incredulously doing his best to keep his face straight. The man seems to take Amon disbelief as a complement."I know it's hard to image my strength but I need something sturdy." "All right then, what about a great sword ?" Gesturing to the large blade. It was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. The handle made iron decorated with inlay of gold and silver. The blade and the guard was made of cold iron as well as the pommel. The grip was wrapped in black leather for extra support and he even had it embroiled with Ivory. "Its large and takes a great deal of strength to use. It could cut cleanly through a person if used correctly and it's a beautiful weapon." "Hmm yes, yes I will take it, now how much for the weapon?" Reaching in to his purse grabbing a handful of gold mizas are dropping them on the counter. "Three hundred and seventy-five Gold Mizas." He was struck dumb by the price starring at Amon was a face of pure disbelief. He could barely get his next sentence out, the works stumbling out of his mouth "What sword could be worth that much, I'll give you two hundred for it." Amon's was gripping his glaive a little more tightly now, if this fool couldn't see the worth of the weapon then he should be allowed to buy it. He couldn't however he was working for Vacielli so he couldn't turn them away. "Look at the work on the handle of the weapon sir, that's pure gold and silver used there. The grip is wrapped in Ivory and black leather. That takes time , a lot of time to do you are played for the materials used and the work required to create this beauty." "Fine here" Throwing the pouch of coins on the counter sucking his teeth at the situation. "Thank you sir." Counting out three hundred and seventy-five out on the counter and placing the bag back into his hand. "Thank you for your purchase sir and enjoy the rest of your day." It was a pretty slow day after that there were a few more customers that day. He sold two dagger, a polearm and a great hammer. That was it until a young lady walked in. She was wearing a fine dress of blue silk that hugged her form and accentuated her curves. He was so captivated by the sight of her curves that he didn't notice that she was a Eypharian and that she was standing right in front of the counter. "Ahem, eyes up here child." Waving a hand in front of his face. "I require a pair of rapiers, twins in pattern and design but not in colour. They must be like opposites, like the sun and the moon. I required them to be made of steel but I will bay any extra for the additional features." These blades must be weapons of both beauty and strength like myself. However if I find the design lacking they I will not pay do you understand ? "I don't know if I can do that miss. It would require at least a general design for such a custom work." he said explain to her trying very hard not to steer, look instead at one of the weapons behind her. " Well then get out a pad so I can describe the general idea, hurry up now." I want something in the Idea of the sun and the moon. Use gold for the sun one and the pure silver on the other. The hilts must be exquisite however the blade must be well-balanced. I would like the guard to come down to over my finger. You got all of that boy." "Yes, yes madam." He was sketching a basic image of what she wanted. He wasn't an artist but he knew what the weapon looked like. "Something along these lines miss ?" "Yes that will do I will be back for it in a few days, have it ready." She was leaving now and he was back to steering. That dress really followed the curves to well. He as content to steer until he heard a voice close tom his ear "First time seeing a Eypharian like that hmm." Springing forwards slamming his knees into the counter, stepping back from the pain and tripping over his stool to land on the floor." Bloody nights." "Yep first time" Leaning down to stretch out a hand towards Amon helping him to his feet. " well son if you think she so what's the word now.... Captivating right captivating. Why don't you make her order. Don't look at me like that I'll help with the harder bits. Come on to the forge"

[Amon Ironheart Terras]

Vacielli was grinning, a broad thing that stretched from ear to ear. Gesturing to the grand iron worked door at the back of the shop. He could feel the heat radiating from the door, it was like entering the heart of the beast. he wouldn't be afraid however, this was what he was here to do, to create. To try to make something of himself again. Well that's what he hoped. "Don't just stand there gawking at it come on ! You have metal to make." Leading Amon into the store heart. He was radiating comfort, his expression one of just pure pride. Nodding towards the blast furnace "When you finally get past the level of apprentice knowledge you can use that big boy, until than however you're going to be using the smelting pot. The fire burning so I suggest you hurry up if you want to make it useable, especially seeing that's wood burning and she wants it made of steel. Or are you scared of the little thing ?" "I'll show you who scared of what." This was his world, his kingdom and to be scared he. Striding towards the smelting pot checking the fire. Grabbing one of the iron pokers that lined the wall shifting the materials in the blaze. Wood, this was a wood fire. That was not going to create enough heat, he was going to need coal. "Where the coal ? This fire is nowhere near hot enough." His voice was coming out gruff now, the alcohol was starting to wear off. "Check near the side of the furnace. Also I would hurry up that fire isn't going to stay that hot from long." Inching around the side of the furnace trying to a getting burnt by the heat. Picking up a blacken and chipped shove off the wall. He had to hurry now, if that fire went out it would take him at least a couple of hours to start a coal fire. Scooping up a shovel full of the blacken rock and sprinkling over the flames. Watching the flames devour the new fuel like a hungry child. Repeating the process, waiting until the new coals start to burn before adding more. Just a handful at a time, gently increasing the heat. He needed the heat to be intense, like it was coming from the mouth of a volcano itself. Little by little the heat began to pick up, as the flames died down leaving the coal. The once black things glowing like the sun from the heat. The heat was there now, a heat he could use. "That's hot enough son, now add your ore." Vacielli was hovering behind him watching him work." You should know the formula, even as an apprentice. "I need nine and a half bars of iron. Once that melt in hot I add half the weight of the bars in choke. Where are the bars?" "Bottom cupboard for the iron, the one to its right for the choke." He was still watching Amon work, a little surprise that the kid knew the proper amounts for steel. It was like this was the most important part of his day dealing with the forge. "Right" Spreading a full shove full of coals over the burning one to insure the eat stays constant. He need to find out how much the bars were weighted. Grabbing on of the dark grey bars in his hand. Felling it out, all he could tell like this was that had a weight. He need scales. Resting the bar on one of the copper scales litter about the forge, placing one of the lead weight on the other side. It was heavier than five pounds, switching the scales out using the ten pound weight instead. It balanced out. If he was using nine and a half of these bars. The number bounced around in his head. Five was a half of ten he knew this , so for the nine bars of iron he need four ? No, for would be enough that would only be enough for eight bars of iron. He need a next half one for the ninth bar. He was counting it on his hands now, so that was four and a half bars. Ok grabbing the first bars with a pair of tongs. "Wait what are you doing kid" Vacielli was back now. "Use your arm the one all Isur got, the best tool all Isur have." Grabbing the bar in his hand, resting it in the medium size pot. Adding each one at a time into the pot. Once all nine were over the heat, he grabbed a chair from one of the far corners of the shop. Now he would have to wait. He couldn't add the choke until the bars were molten but he could grab the molds. He was about to get and look for them until he heard a cough. Vacielli was point to where he would have to dump off the slag next to pit he had set up to sand molds. They were half the size of regular bar, but the made sense. He was making a pair of rapiers not a broadsword. Half would be enough for each one. He was about to reach and grab one of the rods to give the melting metal a stir. When he heard the cough again, Vacielli was point to his arm now. Amon got the hint use his arm. Pushing his arm down into the pot giving the liquid a stir, pulling it back out and a shake to get the molten metal off his arm. It was almost completely liquefied it was only going to take a few more minutes now. In that time he might was well eat something. Vacielli was offering him some bread and water. He wouldn't refuse food, stuffing the bread in him mouth and following it down with the water. The bread was tough almost like it was made by someone who just had the basic idea on how to cook. The water was cold however, we wished it was ale but for now water would have to do. Watching the coals crackle and pop in the heat. It was time to add the coal one scoop at a time, stirring the pot. It was almost time now, once he was the melt start to bubble it would be time to pour off the slag. Giving the pot one final stir before steeling back down in his chair. He had spent the late three hours tending this pot and the sun had long set. The window in the forge was letting the soft light of the moon in and with the glow from the forge. It was well-lit, if a bit hot. He could hear the metal in the pot, bubble popping like it was a warm stew. It was time to pour off the slag. Gabbing the rod the pot want hanging on and creeping over to the hole. He didn't want to spill it on the floor. It pot was over the hole, leaning it slightly to start pouring the slag off. A little bit at a time, then stop . That how he had to do this, it was a slow process but if he was to get rid of as much slag as possible with our wasting the metal then he had to take it slow. It was almost there just a bit more slag was resting on the metal. Giving it a final pour to get the slag off and a some of the metal going with it . "Bloody heavens above, it was almost perfect." He need to get it metal into the molds now. If he waited too long the metal would cure. Tilting the pot over the first mold, letting the molten liquid fill shape before moving to the next one. Repeating the process with the remaining liquid until both are filled. Resting the now empty pot back on its stand and moving the mold over towards his chair. He was going to have to watching them until they cooled down. Something cold was tapping on his shoulder. Vacielli was handing him a rod ? He was gesturing stirring the melt in the mold. He would have said so but his mouth was full at the moment. Placing the rod into the molds giving it a light stir, he didn't want to spill any of the metal . Setting the rod aside and returning back to watching the liquid harden. Vacielli was tapping him again "that going to take at least an hour to harder." point towards one of his sons "Help him with the leafing, you can come back after an hour." Amon knew of leafing, he also knew it was going to required a great amount of strength. Picking up the large hammer for the boy and starting where he left off. Slamming it down upon the plates again, and again, and again. For two hours he did this at one point he got a blister in between one of his finger. Which the proceeded to pop a few seconds later. Vacielli wrapping with some paper, then let Amon get back to hammering. The constant sound of pounding rang throughout he shop, he was keeping time a strike every five seconds. An hour later his hands had started to grow numb and his arms sore. That when Vacielli son tapped him on the shoulder nodding towards his mold. It seemed that the melt had sufficiently harder for him to remove it from the mold. Amon had passed tired and was now nearing exhausted, but he had to finish preparing the metal to work on it later. Dragging himself over to the casing, then dragging them over the bind of sand. Breaking open the molds, taking out the steel and letting the sand fall back into the bin. The bars had come out fine but there few small voids on the metal. The shouldn't be too much of a problem, he was going to beat them out tomorrow. Resting the bars on one of the table in the forge and dragging himself out of the shop and down the street. He would finish the weapons tomorrow, for now his day was done.

[Fable]

A M O N . I R O N H E A R T . T E R R A S

a d r o i t . a c c r e t i o n s

❁ intelligence 2
❁ cleaning 1
❁ land navigation 1
❁ acting 1
❁ persuasion 1
❁ negotiation 1
❁ drawing 1
❁ blacksmithing 2
❁ mathematics 1
❁ endurance 1

e s p i e d . e r u d i t i o n

❁ blacksmithing: smelting steel
❁ eypharians: six armed beauties
❁ alvadas location: kitrean krafts

r e c o m p e n s e . a n d . r e t r i b u t i o n

none

d e t e r m i n a t i v e . d i c t a

Hello Amon! So a couple things here: First of all, please make sure to re-read your posts and edit out as many errors as you can. If I can't understand the post, it makes it very difficult to grade. Most of the errors are spelling or minor grammar issues which I believe can be easily fixed by a read-over or two, so please be sure to be doing that before you submit a thread for grading. You played your skills relatively well here, but remember that with no experience in drawing, his sketch of the swords would be about the level of "stick people" drawing, so it definitely wouldn't be as detailed as the image provided. Finally, I can only award up to two skill points per post. If you're wanting to get more experience, it can help to break posts up into posts of 500-ish words or more to help gain all the skills you've written. Let me know if there are any questions!