20th Bell 12th of Winter 513 AV The Ironworks Ethan felt a tired as he woke up for the nightshift at the Ironworks. His training was taking a toll on him, but thankfully he was going back to days soon because during winter Ros took the time to make sure that the plate armor for the knights and squires were repaired or created. The most of the blast furnaces had been let to cool and clean. Large patches of clay mortar had been applied and they had found a significant crack in one of the old furnaces, so much so that Ros had asked the night shift to demolish the furnace before he paid masons to begin construction of a new one. Ethan had been chosen to help break apart the furnace before starting work on replacement tools needed for The Leatherworks. Ethan stood near the medium size furnace and felt a little strange about destroying it. The furnace had been one of the older designs, a small stair way had been built to load coal, wood, or ore into the top of the furnace instead of using the second story walkway. Inside of the thickly patched furnace they had used large chunks of stone instead of clay brick, thinking that the stone would handle the heat better. Instead, the stone had only caused more problems as the cracks tended to develop close or over the mortar joints of the furnace. Additionally, Ros had develop new designs for furnaces that used alternating layers of clay and brick. The clay seemed to hold the heat in more than simple stone, and some of the layers of clay were worked so much as to be filled with small air holes. Ethan had always marveled at Ros’ designs, the new furnaces seemed to keep the heat in and were cool to the touch all except the top. In fact, Ros had said the only way to make it perfect was to use magic to stop all the heat from escaping through the material. There were times that Ethan wondered about whether he should have told Ros about his own curiosity with Shielding, but old habit and prejudices die hard. Ethan went up the small stair way with a claw chisel and hammer. Most people would have thought to just take a sledge hammer and start attacking the furnace, and for most people they would die when the furnace collapsed on top of them. No the chore of dismantling the furnace wasn’t supposed to be quick or easy for with that line of thinking Dira came calling. Ethan placed the claw chisel on the top of the furnace and using the wooden mallet came down on the tempered iron end with all his strength. Chips of clay sprayed away from Ethan’s face and three small grooves were left in the shell of the furnace. As soon as Ethan looked at the cuts in the glazed surface, Ethan realized that precision was more likely to finish this job quickly then brute force. So instead of swinging like some wild fool, Ethan placed the hammer in one of the grooves and instead of using his entire arm, used the weight of the head of the mallet to begin a rhythmic tapping. At first not a lot happened, the clay glaze broke a little here and there almost as flakes of dust were lazily drifting down the central chute of the furnace. Then after fifteen chimes of cutting deep grooves in the glaze appeared. Ethan smiled as he wiped ceramic dust and sweat from his brow. A crack in the seemingly foot thick ceramic glaze didn’t seem like a lot, but to Ethan it was the true start of destruction that was about to come. Ethan put away the dusty claw chisel into the pockets of his leather apron and came out with a thin straight blade chisel that was used in wood carving. The blade was thinner than any fighting blade because the chisel was to be used against soft wood instead of biting into a metal knife. Ethan wedged the thin edge into the crack of the glaze and readied his mallet. Ethan hit the crack with all the strength of his arm and a chuck of glaze broke off the size of his hand. The chuck popped and cracked as it went down the ten feet to the ground before shattering into more pieces. Ethan smiled as he watched, but when he turned back to start on the next piece, he realized that much like using all his strength to cut grooves into the glaze, he had broke the piece off with only the tiniest of cracks left in the glaze. Strength once again had failed to give him results. Signing Ethan went back to his soft tapping of the small factures in the ceramic covering, with time and patience Ethan was able to expand the crack in the glaze and had even expanded it from the size of his finger to the width of his arm. It was then that Ethan was about to take the wooden mallet and by hitting the outside of the glaze get large foot to two feet sections of glaze off. Ethan worked for bells clearing away the ceramic layers until he found the first layer of stone a foot and half below the starting layer. The chimney looked like a jagged forest of clay shards, but thanks to Ethan’s patience it had only take two bells to rid themselves of the first foot of the furnace. The stone was the same greyish blue commonly found in the Cobalt Mountains, and it was here that only four inches of clay had been applied to between the furnace and stone. However, now that Ethan had two different materials to work with he could set his chisel against the stone and swing as hard as he liked. The dull thud of the hammer hitting the chisel came, but it was cracking of the glaze down through the stone that made Ethan smile. Finally, he had found the right means for brute strength instead of working the smallest opening till he made a large flaw. Wham, the hammer went and large chunks of ceramic flew of the furnace. It took Ethan no more than a few chimes to clear around the stone, as he did he realized the stone was finally loose in its cradle of clay mortar. Ethan chiseled out the edges of the stones next to the one he was working on, before putting away his tools and stepping down a few step before he pulled out the stone that must have weighed ate least fifty pounds. Ethan granted and struggled as it came out and quickly he tried to bring it close to him as his arm shook and his feet were unsteady on the stairway. Ethan could feel himself perilously close to losing his balance and for a brief moment his boot began to slide close to the edge of the stair. The rush of adrenalin flooded Ethan’s muscles at the thought of tumbling over the side of the stairs and either landing on the stone base or hitting the gravel floor with a fifty pound block on top of him. Instead Ethan pushed hard against the bottom of the stone block and let it fly a few feet off to the side of the stairwell instead of falling. By luck of divine favor, the block missed the base of the furnace and another person to land hard on the gravel floor. Most people thought of the Ironworks as having paved stone floors, and for the forge and shops that made sense. But the furnace room was different, after all it was easier to shovel and rake gravel and sand when metal was spilled instead of trying to chisel or scrape up metal and slag spills on a stone floor. Apprentices looked up at Ethan as the stone sprayed gravel and sand two feet around where it hit, but from his unsteady footing and look of terror, they quickly went back to their work. Ethan took a chime to steady his racing heart before he went down to the floor and dragged the stone block away to pile it against the wall. |