[Kitrean Krafts] Steel Meets Steel (Amon)

[Cyrene Everwind]

27th winter 515AV

15:35PM

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The cold winds of winter had begun to pick up in a large form today. Outside the shop a whipping and whirling wind of frigid insanity had sprawled out chilling the bones of any unfortunate sod to be caught out in it. Cyrene had been one such unfortunate sod. Trudging through the cold sea air towards the place of her work the place of warmth. She grumbled under her breath and marched through the searing cold winds. After a good five chimes of walking she reached the door of the krafts. It was rare she was late and even rarer to be this late. The sun was hanging low in the sky which meant she’d be shifting soon. For Petches sake…

Tossing her coat onto the rack in the back room between the forge and the front of house. Stepping into the blissful heat of the forge she picked up her hammer and went to her anvil. Noticing she didn’t actually have any steel to work with she simply glanced around the room. Petching assholes never leaving me anything to work with if I don’t get here early… Right then I’ll make my own damn steel. Placing her hammer back at the anvil she went around the room picking up small scraps of steel from all over the shop no bigger than a thin plate each and all different kinds of steel. Satisfied she’d attained enough to form a solid billet she went back to her station and slipped them into the fire as a stack. Blasting the heat on the forge up to as high as it could logically go. She edged the billows watching the fire slowly build and heat the steel into a just above white hot and just below melting point. Pulling it free with her tongs she placed the steel on the anvil and with her hammer began to consolidate it into a single block having to be careful not to break the welds between the steel.

Slipping it back into the fires she realised that getting this block of steel plates fused into a billet was going to take another person. She looked around the room and for the first time caught sight of another isur in the place, calling out in their native tongue she looked at him. “Oi! Sunshine, Reckon you can give me a hand with this?” Noticing the purple arm of his he had to be a terras. Proud crafts women normally…Odd. But not unheard of.

[Amon Ironheart Terras]

It was a cold day frosty in fact if it wasn't for the ale in his wineskin Amon might have frozen over when he came tom work but he made it slightly light headed be he had made it. The day hadn't really been nothing major a simple task of smelting a bit of bronze for some gates railings. It was a nice job, the lady has wanted the stake of the railing in iron and the cross bars of bronze. The stake were the more difficult of the two to work with being made completely of iron but wow did it look nice. The Bronze stood out clearly from the dark of the iron, good work worthy of a Terras. Plopping down into one of the rocky chairs found in the forge, pulling out the cork of his wine skin. There were still some leafing that could be done, but first polishing. grabbing his glaive laying across his lap using one of the old rags to buff some of the dust off. That's when she came in, tin was unusual to see anyone else in the forge this late and more unusual was that it was a Sultros in the forge. He was going to need more alcohol if he was going deal with her, taking a quick swig as he watched her. Their kind wasn't really found in the forge. Well, let's see how long it takes for her to notice me, leaning a bit in his chair to see what she was working with. Why was she gathering the old scraps of steel, if she needs a new bar it would be little trouble to smelt a new bar. She was wielding the scraps together, well it was quicker that making a new bar but would the strength hold up? It was worth watching her work she seemed to have a good idea of how the forge worked, as much experience as he did at least. If she hoped t beat those plates into a new for she would, at least, need two people, there was no way that she could hold the metal and hammer them into place. That's when she looked at him asking for his help with the cutest assent. He would help her just for that, pulling himself to his feet propping the glaive in a corner out for the way taking a long swing from the wineskin. " Right, sure what you need ?"

[Cyrene Everwind]

15:50

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Her mind was set on dealing with the steel plates having them reach the melting point almost she could fuse them into a single billet. It took infinitely less time than having to go to work on melting down the ore skimming the slag and pouring a new bar. With this method she could almost instantly transfer from welding the bar together into going straight to the forging process. “Right, I don’t normally ask fer a hand but still. Kinda need one for this. Hold onto the tongs and move the bar into and out of the fire when I tell ya.” She handed him the tongs and picked up a wide faced hammer known as flattener and her own self forged hammer. And then began wailing away on the white hot steel. Pressing the plates together. Most Isur possibly would think her mad for using such a method but still a couple of folds and this would be a much stronger way of making the steel.

The white hot plates began to sink together as she planted the hammer on it again and a again. Hoping the other isur would simply follow instructions she glanced at him. “Right back in the fire needs to melt a little more and form into a solid billet otherwise I can’t work it.” She gave a notion with her head towards the flames, at the same time she pulled the hammers away. Allowing a moment for the billet to head back into the flames she started to work the bellows. And brought the flame back up to temperature.

“So.” She started making a little light conversation between herself and her new assistant. ”What’s a terras doing all the way out here? Get in trouble with the family or the guard?” More of a simple set of questions, in her somewhat gruff manner of asking it came off slightly closer to an interrogation.

[Amon Ironheart Terras]

She was beating the plates together, who beat plates together to make steel? He could see if she was trying to make a weapon or some type of tool but to make a plate. He almost took the hammer from her then and tossed her out the forge but he did have that authority. If he let her in then he must have seen her ability This is why he did have much dealing with those with the red arm. They always seemed to turn everything into an order but she was right it would be easier than to make a block from ore. Well, at least, she seemed to know what she was doing he had to give her respect for that. Pulling a pair of the well-worn glove over his hands and grabbing the tongs. Well if he was going to do this he was going to do it right he was a Terras after all. Moving the bar over the flames watching it kiss the metal. It was starting to join but was going to take a few more minutes at this such a low heat, but there was the danger that outside might be connected but the bar would not be completely welded together. He would have to judge it less she ruin the metal, it was around then the flame began to pick up. Looks like she found how to adjust the heat, wonderful this might not take the rest of the night. If it was rotated at this temperature for a little while the plates would be filled join in and out ”What’s a Terras doing all the way out here? Get in trouble with the family or the guard?” It always questions with people like this, this wasn't even a question she was outright accusing him of either being a criminal or that his family disowned him. He wasn't going to let it show that her question got to him however but he was gripping the plates harder now almost as if he want to dent them. "It's no stranger than Sultros in a forge I thought the ruling clan didn't sully themselves with the common folk." He was refusing to look her instead choosing to stare at the flames

[Cyrene Everwind]

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As the plates were moved back out they’d welded into a firm and solid billet. A small grin appeared at the corner of her mouth as she brought the hammer down on it one final time to complete the billet, then she began to beat the metal straighter into a thinner bar before picking up the cutting tool from the side, cutting the bar three quarters through and making a small motion for him to flip the bar she waited for him to do so before hammering the bar back together on the other side. “Right back in the flames need to re weld it.” To most this would have seemed like a needless hassle but what she was doing was proving to the rest of the useless people in here that even with scraps she could still forge something of worth and high quality.

As the bar slipped free of the fires embrace once more she smashed the bar into a solid billet again and motioned for it to head back into the fire. Only after did she hear the comment about it being no stranger for him to be out here in the world than for her to be in a forge. “Aye that would be odd, then again the difference here is unlike most isur who’re born with their mark of Izurdin I actually earnt mine with my own two hands. So yeah I’m the common folk. I could give two shykes whether this arm was red or green or gods damned blue. I don’t care. I do what I do because I enjoy it. You got a problem with that take it outside.” A half scowl crawled across her face now as the steel was pulled from the fires again. And began to form the blade out each piece of scrap steel she’d picked up as it turned out was of a different hardness and brittleness. As she hit the stel gouts of sparks flew everywhere.

“Alright this’ll do back in the flames again let it burn a little then I can put the shape into it.” She was making a short sword, only blade size she could logically make from that little steel. Now she was grouchy. She didn’t like having her smithing skill called into question certainly not by some upstart that much younger than her.