68th of Summer, 510AV
Marcus slowly walked through the streets of Syliras to his new found job at the Ironworks. Although he had been living in the city for several weeks now, he still gazed at the marvel that was Syliras. It was so much different from Ravok, where he grew up. Instead of using one of the many canals for transportation you would simply walk. Instead of constantly having the feeling of being watched, one felt free here. Marcus had never experienced anything like it, but any every day citizen may not notice anything, simply because this how they have always lived. They wouldn't last a day in Ravok. Marcus finally arrived at his destination, the Ironworks, the grand forge of Syliras, perhaps all of Sylira. He took one deep breath, and then entered through the door. Other smiths rarely paid him attention, as they were usually too caught up in their own projects. Perhaps crafting a mighty axe for some fortune hunter, or maybe an elaborate longsword for a Syliran Knight. But unfortunately Marcus would not be able to take part in these grand projects, at least not yet. He was still new, and for now he would most likely be working on something insignificant, at least compared to what more experienced smiths did. Something like creating spearheads or something small. But one day, Marcus would be among those smiths working on the sword or axe. Or a Syliran Knight, whichever came first.
Upon entrance to the massive forge, a large blast of heat hit Marcus right in the face, and Marcus loved it. He grabbed a leather apron from the rack as well as a few other tools: A chisel, a sledgehammer, tongs, and various others in addition to his fathers hammer which he kept with him. Marcus than began to seek an unoccupied anvil which were sometimes hard to come by. Eventually he found one and set out to seize it. After establishing himself at the anvil he had chosen, he went out and grabbed some wrought iron to begin making spearheads with. First he heated the metal to a high temperature and then brought it back to the anvil with his tongs. He began to strike the metal with his hammer. He also intervened with the chisel every now and again to help get a good shape. Suddenly Marcus stopped his work and started gazing at two smiths finishing up with a sword. Marcus determined it was a longsword, judging by its length and width. Marcus could make out a fairly elaborate engraving etched into the blade. The hilt was also fairly elaborate as well, with the crossguard wrapping around and almost hugging the base of the blade. The weapon looked as if it were for someone important. Marcus looked back down at his spearheads. One day... he thought to himself.