9 Fall, 513AV
Eanos was pleased to have reached the final stage in the creation of the sword, minor assembly of the parts aside. He had taken most of the previous day in rest and meditation in preparation for this stage and in particular because of the drain that using the gnosis always caused.
This stage was the one of all the stages which made him miss Sultros and the specialists there. Properly polishing a sword was a masterwork in its own right and took many years of practice. There he knew that the professional polishers used more than seventeen different stages in the perfection of the sword with different techniques and polishes for different parts of the sword.
He would do the best that he could and like as not no one here, Ros aside, would know the difference. Considering the finish on much of what he had seen even his poor work would be better than much of what was produced locally.
Of course there was no real need for a high standard of polish on a sword intended for combat, but polishing served two purposes for not only was it decorative but it also allowed the smith to see what he had created and how he might alter his techniques in future swords to produce either distinctive hamons or merely better ones.
”Lord Izurdin, I offer you my work on this sword. Guide my hand on this task and let your power flow through me. Let not this sword break no matter how it is tested in combat. I have forged it, treated it and shaped it as best as I can to be strong, flexible with a hard cutting edge that is locked to the core and on which damage should not spread. I ask your help in closing the door on chance, on enhancing the work that I have done. Let this sword perform superbly in battle and let the owners praise and life show testimony to you Lord.”
He was silent for a while as he pondered all of the stages that the sword had come through, revising each in his mind and enhancing those where he had called on the gnosis so that it was deeply intertwined with every stage of the process. From forging to heat treating, he hoped that the gnosis had taken root deep within the blade. Eanos was not one to spend time in church, but then he saw no need when his anvil was his altar and when the hot steel called out His name.
Silence reined in the Forge, even the forge was stilled and Eanos could hear the echo of his breathing. This was when he felt in touch with his god and now he would do his best to perfect the polishing so that it honoured him as best as he could manage. Closing his eyes once more he put aside the memories of the swords construction and instead revised the next steps to ensure that he made no mistakes and missed no steps.
Eanos was pleased to have reached the final stage in the creation of the sword, minor assembly of the parts aside. He had taken most of the previous day in rest and meditation in preparation for this stage and in particular because of the drain that using the gnosis always caused.
This stage was the one of all the stages which made him miss Sultros and the specialists there. Properly polishing a sword was a masterwork in its own right and took many years of practice. There he knew that the professional polishers used more than seventeen different stages in the perfection of the sword with different techniques and polishes for different parts of the sword.
He would do the best that he could and like as not no one here, Ros aside, would know the difference. Considering the finish on much of what he had seen even his poor work would be better than much of what was produced locally.
Of course there was no real need for a high standard of polish on a sword intended for combat, but polishing served two purposes for not only was it decorative but it also allowed the smith to see what he had created and how he might alter his techniques in future swords to produce either distinctive hamons or merely better ones.
”Lord Izurdin, I offer you my work on this sword. Guide my hand on this task and let your power flow through me. Let not this sword break no matter how it is tested in combat. I have forged it, treated it and shaped it as best as I can to be strong, flexible with a hard cutting edge that is locked to the core and on which damage should not spread. I ask your help in closing the door on chance, on enhancing the work that I have done. Let this sword perform superbly in battle and let the owners praise and life show testimony to you Lord.”
He was silent for a while as he pondered all of the stages that the sword had come through, revising each in his mind and enhancing those where he had called on the gnosis so that it was deeply intertwined with every stage of the process. From forging to heat treating, he hoped that the gnosis had taken root deep within the blade. Eanos was not one to spend time in church, but then he saw no need when his anvil was his altar and when the hot steel called out His name.
Silence reined in the Forge, even the forge was stilled and Eanos could hear the echo of his breathing. This was when he felt in touch with his god and now he would do his best to perfect the polishing so that it honoured him as best as he could manage. Closing his eyes once more he put aside the memories of the swords construction and instead revised the next steps to ensure that he made no mistakes and missed no steps.