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The journey to Syrilas brings Eanos to Alvadas

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Considered one of the most mysterious cities in Mizahar, Alvadas is called The City of Illusions. It is the home of Ionu and the notorious Inverted. This city sits on one of the main crossroads through The Region of Kalea.

The Travels of Eanos Swifthand - Alvadas

Postby Eanos on October 16th, 2013, 8:59 am

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He stood now in a new city, the memories of the last few days locked away in his mind for they were bitter and he wished not to remember them. Not even the marvellous flight on the back of an eagle did he care to remember; not the wonder nor the terror of it.

A new city and a new start, he told himself, the past was done and could not be undone, and in any case if he wasted energy on it then he would like as not end up dead in a ditch here. This place was not friendly to him, he suspected, and he needed all of his wits about him.

He had barely entered the gaping gates of the city and already he knew that everything he had ever heard about the place was true. It was a city whose insanity had reached even his ears for many traders came from here to his home city of Sultros and as much as anything else traders traded in tales and gossip for all that they did not actually charge money for them directly.

A visit to the aptly named Sanity Centre had provided the confirmation that he’d wanted for he wasn’t sure how much of the tales were true and if they had been whether or not things were still the same here. Now he had two places to visit in mind, if only he could find them in this ever changing maze!

It had taken him much of what was left of the day to find the Cubacious Cube, the place which seemed to be the only Inn available in the city. It seemed innocuous enough from the outside, but the only room available or so it seemed was in bright pink which served to be the final straw in a day of many tests. First the awkward parting from Aurelisa where neither of them seemed to know what to say and where both of them ended up ignoring the other except as far as it was necessary to say something. It had spoiled the whole journey up till this point for it soured his memories of the time he had spent with her. And he knew that had he known how it would have been possible to have turned the situation around. That knowledge only irked him even more. Now this city which he had looked forward to reaching because the tales were so intriguing had merely turned out to be a test of his patience. He’d been forced to keep a very tight rein on his tongue though because he knew well enough that the ever changing streets were that way because of the direct whim of a god, a god who was more than capable of dealing with an Isur who bad mouthed him. Not even Izurdin would bother to save him from an act of that crass stupidity.

Now he sat in a room that was a glorious shade of pink and it was just enough. Enough to make him want to try something different and to drown his sorrows in liquor, something he had no experience of and so no head for. When the rooms spun in the night, he wasn’t especially aware of it for all the complaints he overheard in the morning because the room was spinning so hard that he had vomited and then fallen so drunkenly asleep that it was a wonder that he ever woke up from it.
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The Travels of Eanos Swifthand - Alvadas

Postby Eanos on October 16th, 2013, 9:02 am

The next morning he had new things to worry about, or rather a headache which was so severe that his other worries faded into insignificance. It was true in any case that he was young and the past was very quickly distant until something brought it to mind. He wandered the early morning streets in a daze and it was luck as much as anything else in this place that brought him to where it was that he had wanted to come.

Had he found the forge first he would not have needed to stay the night in the travellers inn but instead would have found the welcoming hospitality of the Haolvens; Isur to the core. He quickly pushed through the door and into an interior where he felt instantly at home. Not only was there an Isur there, but the smell, the things for sale and the muted sounds of a busy forge; these were all things which spoke of home to him

The Isur moved forwards and held out his hand in greeting, and as he did so it was hard for Eanos to miss the third gnosis mark on his left arm. Here was someone well beloved of Izurdin, someone whom Eanos felt a small envy of for it would be where he would wish to be one day.

“Welcome to the forge, a haven in the madness of the city. Vacielli Haolven at your service,” the man said. Eanos grasped the offered hand but shook his head with a grin.

“Thank you for that, but indeed I think that I am at your service and in debt already for your hospitality. Eanos Swifthand is my name and if you would have me then I would beg the hospitality of your forge for a while.”

“But of course,” the smith grinned, “in fact I insist upon it. Room and board shall be yours for as long as you wish to stay in return for your service. We have a full order book so fresh hands, especially skilled ones are always welcome.” There was an implied question in that which Eanos had been expecting.

“You might guess that smithing is not my speciality,” this was easy to assume for the Pitreus clan were known to be mages not smiths, “but in fact I chose to learn the trade of a smith first. I will claim no expertise and allow you to judge my work as you will, but your offer is generous and I accept. I will not be here overly long for my destination is Syrilas, but I would like the opportunity to learn what I can here in that time.”

“Spoken like a true Isur,” the smith said. “Let me show you to your room and then I will introduce you to the family and the forge.

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Postby Eanos on October 16th, 2013, 9:09 am

The next morning saw him back in the familiar surroundings of a forge. Here there was work to be done and no time to be moping over what might have been or what he should have done. The past tempted him and haunted him and for all his best efforts would not quite leave him alone. He’d been given the relatively simple task of making brass fittings for the scabbards of a batch of swords which were being made elsewhere in the forge. Normally a simple job like this would have bored him but now it reminded him of his time in the kitchen of the holding, of laughter and of an innocent sharing which he now wished had not been so innocent. But that time had also taught him something of being a professional and so he worked swiftly but carefully to create the moulds and then poured the molten and hissing brass into them.

It was all that he could do to wait until the brass had set before he knocked apart the moulds, brushing away the sand from the still hot metal. He tidied as he went; something of a novelty for him as his previous teachers would have noted with huge surprise. He worked quickly with the files to take off the moulding marks and to bring the slightly rough surface back to smooth then polished them. He was well aware that he was being judged on this for all that he never saw anyone actually watching him whenever he glanced up, no matter how slyly he did it. But he felt the eyes nonetheless and even if he hadn’t he wasn’t so naïve any more that he wouldn’t have expected it. They were giving him a place to be and they expected his best efforts in return. He would give them no less than that and indeed he wanted to be sure that when one day he left to continue his travels then they would regret his going.

He took the finished items and stood them in the box by the counter in the front showroom. “That is a beautiful piece of work,” he said admiring the set of plate armour which was so prominent in the display. It took little to transmute a little of his djed and to open up his Auristic vision to see the flows of energy which ran within it.” It made him smile. “This is the sort of work which I’d like to be able to make some day,” he added, admiringly. It was worthy of respect that set for this was the sort of thing for which the Isur were renowned. Not for iron or even steel work the like of which filled this shop. Competent yes of course, of the highest quality, yes of course, but it was even so the same as any good smith of any race could produce. This suit of armour was something more and while perhaps a smith of another race with enough skill and blessing might be able to match it, this was indeed the trademark of the Isurian race and as such not exceptional for the race.

It seemed that his compliments went down well enough but any further conversation was forestalled by the arrival of a small group of customers and so Eanos ducked back into the workshop and returned to his desk. He had a short period before anyone had any new work to be done and so he filled the time by working on the tools which had been assigned to him so that they were all in first class condition. As he would have expected there was very little wrong with them in the first place, but as was often the case even in the best workshop, the spare tools especially those assigned for visitors, and it would seem this place had a number of them, then not all were as well cared for as those of the smiths who lived and worked in the workshop. It was certainly almost impossible for Eanos to actually not be working while he was there so there was always something on which he could keep his fingers busy.

It seemed that his work on the brass had been noted for he found himself with some more scabbard settings to work on, but this time they were not of the average sort as he’d worked on before; suitable perhaps for a city guardsman or caravan guard, these were instead of gold and would require a good deal more care and attention to detail for the work was much finer.

No rough sand casts would work here, though he intended to cast the framework of the piece and then to work at the finer detail. It was the sort of thing which he knew could be made by a jeweller and it was one of those things where the crafts overlapped. As he understood it a gem cutter would finish off the piece by inlaying garnet, but first he needed to make it. The sample he had been given was just one of the four which the scabbard needed for it. The original must have been carved from wax he thought and he would use the same technique for the casting. This time though he would save time and ensure that the bosses were identical by using this one as a mould.

Carefully he dusted the boss with the finest of powders to ensure that it did not stick and then pressed it firmly into the similarly dusted cast, though this one was made of very dry and very fine sand. He repeated the process to create the additional three that he was casting and then filled the moulds with hot wax, tapping it gently to ensure that the moulds filled well. He had little concern that this would be the case because it was a very simple shape with no sharp corners or similar which might hold trapped air and so not fill with the wax. Breaking it apart haven given it a short while to cool he released the little wax shapes and then started to work on them to give them their final shaping. There were still some voids once he looked at them through the glass but it was of no matter because he simply filled them with the wax he was working around as he sharpened edges and bulked up where necessary to give the right amount of room so that the gold would be able to be worked.

Soon the wax models were consigned to their silken tombs and the new moulds laid on the heat for the wax to slowly drip of leaving just the spaces behind which were then filled with gold. This was a process for which he was grateful for the assistance of one of the family, not only because of the expense of the metal he was using but also for their expertise in what he was attempting. A number of shortly pointed pieces of advice were given to him as he worked, but he took no offence at it for he cared not so much for the smiths opinions but more was willing to bear with it for the sake of what he could learn from the mans experience.

Since the work was not creative as such but simply a matter of copying the existing work it was relatively simple to do, at least from that angle. But that would be to underestimate the complexity and skill of what needed to be done. Whilst small variations between the pieces was to be expected, the greater the skill he could employ then the closer they would be to each other. He worked under a degree of pressure too for he was aware that if the work was not good enough it would be passed to another smith and then he would find himself downgraded in their eyes and set to much more basic tasks.

To avoid that and because he cared both about the work and the reputations of not just himself but also his clan, he took the time before the gold was poured to transmute some of his own djed and to open up his Auristic vision once more. He rested his fingers on the mould and allowed himself to feel the djed within the mould, each substance having its own flow, through the sand and powder and down into the voids left by the wax. Clinging to the walls was still a residual amount of wax, liquid though it was and so he allowed the temperature to rise a little more until it had all turned to mist and disappeared.

Keeping everything hot he started to pour the gold carefully, ignorant of the fact that his half closed eyes drew hostile stares from one or two of the other smiths who were still curious about the newcomer in their midst. Perhaps they had made wrong assumptions about the fact that he had some metal working skills, but if so now they knew for sure that he was of the Pitreus clan by heart and not just by family. That hostility was quickly masked though and replaced by a degree of superiority for no mere mage could hope to emulate their skills, or so they hoped in any case. Eanos might have debated the issue but his mind was deep in the mould and following the gold as it flowed and remained liquid in the outer edges of the forge fire. It was a delicate balance to keep it hot but not so hot that too much gold was lost into the very air that they all breathed. He tapped at the mould now, ensuring that the metal filled every last cavity and crevice that it was supposed to and stopped only when he was sure that it was done. Putting the gold aside to cool he slipped the mould to the edge of the forge and set it also to cool but slowly and while it did he kept an inner eye on it so ensure that nothing untoward should happen to it.

When the gold had cooled enough that it would keep its shape then it was time to release it from the mould, a destructive process for these moulds could only be used the once and then to start the detailed, laborious but for smithing a very light work. It was a question now of fine tools to apply the sharp details. Edges needed to be sharpened and in the recessed sections which were carved into the gold and which would be filled by the gem cutter with thin sections of garnet, he needed to create a pattern of hatches, little pyramid sections which would reflect the light and turn it into a thing of beauty.

Beauty though was now a thing which he sought only in his work. His heart was still wary from recent events and as a result he threw himself into his work as a way of avoiding the issue. Not even attention did he pay to the younger Isurian women of the family. Though the men glowered when it was necessary for him to speak with them in truth he was as loath to become close to any of them as the men wanted him to be. It was perhaps harder on the women who would have liked someone new to talk to, someone who knew the gossip of the homelands even if he was not clan.

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The Travels of Eanos Swifthand - Alvadas

Postby Eanos on October 16th, 2013, 9:14 am

Whether he passed the test or not of his work on the gold he was thrown next into the routine work of the forge. Perhaps he was not yet trusted with the blades so prominently shown out in the main showroom where a flaw might not come to light till after he was gone, and regardless of which the reputation of the family might suffer. He cared little for that just at the moment as a rush order for metal railings for a staircase came in and he took it all for his own. This was work he knew well and with the help of the man who had brought in the order he found the house for which the work was needed and took the measurements and well as some ideas about what was wanted.

Back at the forge he started work, creating first the template for the height of the railings which also showed where the top and bottoms of each one must seat and then the turned loose his imagination. What he wanted was something which floated in space, far lighter than in appearance than it should be for it’s strength. He sought inspiration in nature and in the vines which he had seen growing up the sides of some valley sides, not so much in the shapes of the vines themselves but in the way that they grew. He made a few false starts but quickly decided on a network of thin strips of metal, each intricately twisted into an organic structure so that the flat of one section flowed into the flat of the metal strip next to it whilst the original strip twisted and darted off in a new direction whilst remaining in the three dimensional shape of the railings.

It took several attempts more before he found the pattern which worked for him. Nature was never completely random and always within nature were there patterns and these were what he sought here. The railing curved outwards from the stair so that it did not impede those who might need to use it and yet all the pieces flowed upwards, drawing the eye up the stairs, flowing in the banister which became a serpent. Now that he could see what it was that he created, so now his work became more directed, the strips being a forest of vegetation on which the serpent lay poised. The bottom post of the railing became the serpent rising out of the ground, it’s tail wrapped tightly around the metal post of it’s socket. At the top the head was not visible for the body arched up and then plunged into the floor. It was a deliberate contrivance for he decided that he lacked the skill to make the head as well as he wanted it to be. He could only hope that the one who ordered it would be pleased at his contrivance.

Such a work though could not be done on his own, not in a shop such as this and it was good for him to be working again with the quiet Isur whose opinions were so quickly aired. He made a few pointed remarks about the design and then proceeded to show Eanos exactly what he meant. Eanos watched and could only nod in agreement at what the man produced for he had taken the idea and put a Masters touch to it. Of course Eanos did not give in to the suggestions entirely without argument for one of the changes was to turn the serpent into a great vine but he did so in the knowledge that it was almost futile and he carefully steered the discussion so that he could understand why it was that the man had known what was wrong. The two worked on the design together after that with Eanos producing the parts while his new found teacher checked and then assembled the complex structure for his skill at welding far surpassed that of Eanos.

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The Travels of Eanos Swifthand - Alvadas

Postby Eanos on October 16th, 2013, 9:53 am

“So then,” the words came from behind Eanos causing him to start and turn back from the display of knives which stood in the front of the shop. He knew the voice well enough and gave the owner, Vacielli Haolven, for it was he, a nod of acknowledgement.

“You’ve been here for ten days now,” the Isur continue, “have you decided yet how long you will stay?” He stood expectantly, waiting for the answer.

“Not yet,” Eanos replied with a shrug. “If I am welcome to stay then I would like to stay the rest of the season and then to see how things stand then.” It seemed to him unlikely that there were the sort of secrets which he sought to be found here for it was too close to Sultros and doubtless had been scoured by those who wished for such things and yet did not want to venture too far from home.

The smith nodded. “You are welcome to stay, fear not for that, but have you found a place here yet?” The question seemed odd but Eanos thought he understood so he nodded slowly.

“Yes, I think that I have. I have been tried on a number of different things, some of which were more challenging than others, but I would like to see how my skill with blades compares to what you are used to making here.”

Vacielli considered the request for a moment before nodding his head. “Yes, I think that would be appropriate. A Pitreus smith. I think we would all be interested to see what it is that you could make for us.”

Eanos maintained a confident façade, but he had thrown the challenge down and it had been picked up. Could he make something as good as what his fellow smiths and hosts could do? He knew that he could not hope to match the skill of Vacielli or the more senior smiths here, yet all knew that he was still learning and they would pitch their opinions accordingly. Eanos, for all his bravado knew too that his work would still need much improvement before it was of a standard suitable for running his own forge, but there was an eagerness in his heart to match that of any ambitious Isur, and if he wasn’t yet good, he could hope that his work showed promise.

He started the next morning with a closer inspection of the materials which were available and chose to go with simplicity for this blade. It would be a blade with which he was familiar with the making of so that he could more easily cope with the changes in location, metal and forge. Whilst a master smith might be able to adapt to these without blinking, Eanos was not yet in that position and it was one of the reasons he had chosen to stay here a little longer. Now he had realised that he would need to really work for a living and be well skilled if he were to have either the time or the money with which to chase down the secrets of the ancients, or even just the teachings of the current age which might contain hints as to those secrets. When he walked into the forge in Syrilas, the fame of which had reached even Sultros, then he knew that he needed to impress the Isur who ran it that he was worth employing.

From the stores he drew two billets of steel, each forged to create steel with slightly different characteristics. One of the secrets of steel was that there was no such thing as pure iron, not at least when it came to the working of it. Just as it might be that tin was added to copper to produce bronze, so too different deposits of iron ore all were unique in their own way and some were harder, some were softer. Smiths more skilled than Eanos could manipulate this even more and the better ones, the more affluent ones could even afford to be working in steel, but that was as yet outside his reach. Though too, it was a truth that the dividing line between iron and steel was smaller than many thought.

He set the first billet in the fire and worked the bellows whilst he kept an eye on the colour of the metal. This was the first and easiest control over the working of steel for as the steel got hotter so its colour changed in a pattern which was well known to any smith skilled in its working. Eanos could get a better control over that by using his Auristic skills but that was something he had learned to avoid unless he needed it for overgiving was never far away and always the temptation to do just that little bit more always there. He knew that in the future he would fall for that temptation as he had in the past when he first learned the skill, but for now he didn’t want to put himself in that place and so planned to use it only sparingly.

The steel in the fire was of the most rigid they had, according to his smithing mentor here and so would form the edge of the blade. The other bar was softer and so would form the spine. It was always a compromise, this use of two steels instead of the one, but it too was ever the compromise that a smith must learn to find his way around. The great bladesmiths tried ever more complex mixes, seeking the exact balance of metals which would have the hardness of edge to cut and hold an edge yet no be so brittle that the metal would crack or chip on impact. That was a skill he knew something of, but ahead of him lay much practice and that something he could not so easily do except at his own forge with his own metal and only himself to answer to.

The bellows urged air into the coals which roared softly each time the air was pumped into them. He reached in with his left hand and turned the steel over so that the could check that there were no issues with the heating or flaws appearing. Satisfied with the way that this billet of steel had been smelted he drew it out and took the pace it needed to turn to the anvil where he placed it and started to hammer it out into the shape that he wanted.

As the metal cooled, so did it become harder to work so he returned it to the flame, but this time he added to it the other bar so that it could be heating too and be ready to work. Not too hot for that was never good for metal. Like the finest meat so too would metal burn and be rendered fit for nothing but the waste heap. All metal carried a grain, much like that of wood if you had eyes to see it and once burnt the grains would lose the strength which held them together. These were things that other smiths knew from experience, but the smiths of the Pitreus clan, and there were some, Eanos was not the only one, knew from seeing into the very metal itself with their Auristic vision.

He hammered again on the first billet, working it down so that it was no longer the same size as the second billet, for when they were welded together he did not want them of equal size but for the harder blade edge to be just a third part of the whole. Now it became a dance to keep the two billets heated to the same heat and colour, not so hot that they burned yet hot enough that they would both weld. He tossed flux onto the backing billet, sand in this case, so that there would be no corrosion formed in the joint, a flaw which would render a weakness into the finished blade and then set them to come back up to heat together. As they did so he held them clamped together in the fingers of his left hand, the forge playing flames up his arms, flames to which he paid no attention for he had done this too many times before to notice.

Now he pulled them out of the heat and started on one end to hammer them together so that where there had been two pieces of steel, now there would be just the one. This start was the hardest part an the key to it but once it was done then it was back to the forge to heat once more and then to continue the weld down until the two were joined. Now he held the lump of metal by the longer part of the blade edge, for in making it thinner it had also become longer. That extra length would be cut off but for now it was a convenient handle.

Now too he transmuted some of his personal djed so that he could see into the djed of the mass of red hot metal and check that there were no voids, no intrusions of things which were not steel into the joint. It was hard to see but he ran his fingers along the joining of the two pieces of steel and allowed his sense of touch to extend beyond his fingers and deep into the metal. Were this a large piece of metal it might have exceeded his abilities but it was only enough to make a knife blade and so even he could be sure of what it was that he was doing. Satisfied that it had worked and that there were no flaws to catch him out later he set the metal aside from the centre of the forge and worked out the kinks in his muscles which had come from the overly careful hammering.

“Going well?” His mentor asked him as he did so, and Eanos nodded and smiled.

“Yes, the join seems well enough; I just need to shape it now.” His answer seemed to satisfy his mentor who reached out to lift the metal himself and tap it.

“A good join,” he agreed, able to tell it seemed even without the vision which Eanos had commanded, and a lesson the younger Isur thought that there were ways and means around every problem if only you had the wisdom and experience to manage it.

Eanos pushed the steel back into the forge fire and worked the bellows once more. Now he started on the end furthest from his impromptu handle and started to shape it. He needed to thin it down and to draw it into a point at the same time. It was not an easy process to do since he also needed for the harder blade edge to reach all the way up and form the point. For this to happen it was necessary to cut off some of the excess spine material with the hot cut chisel. Part of the difficulty here was that now the two steels were one and no ordinary vision would have allowed him to see which parts of the bar were formed from which type of steel. Of course again, an experienced smith would have used his skill and experience to know but that only came at the expense of making mistakes and so Eanos had been careful to transmute enough of his djed to make sure he could still see at this point. It was a heavy use of the skill and he’d need to be sure to be careful in the coming days that he got enough rest and didn’t use the skill again or not heavily in any case. The harder the materials, the harder it was to see into them and the greater the drain on his djed and of that he needed to remain very cautious.

As the blade tip came into being so he started to work the bevel down the blade, hammering home the V shape which would carry the point and working the metal so that the part of the blade which would be sharpened and carry the edge remained only the harder steel. This was careful work for every single one of his hammer blows would need to be filed out and harder blows would sit more deeply into the metal. Any blows which were too hard would mean either excess filing of the blade making it smaller and weaker or leaving a mark visible. Neither of those were acceptable options for Eanos and so he took the time to only work lightly and to refuse the temptation to speed the tedious work. He was only too aware of the maxim that one breath at the anvil was worth ten at the workbench for it told the tail of just how long and hard was the finishing work.

Now the blade was taking shape so he cut off the excess length, the hot steel falling to the forge floor with a clang. With the blade to the shape he wanted it needed only for the tang to be worked to shape and then it would be ready for the first of the shapings with the file.

Some of the large forges had mechanisms for speeding up the file work, but he could not expect this at a smaller forge which might have just stones for the sharpening, and in any case he wanted to get the feel of file on steel for this so that he had an initial view of the metal. It was all too easy on a large wheel to grind deeply and not realise until too late. Also he didn’t want to have a concave cut on the bevel no matter how small, not for this blade and so it was that the blade was clamped onto his workbench for the first pass with the file.

Those first passes were careful ones for they set the angles at which the later filing would be done. The first strokes took off the high edges of the hammer marks, and with every careful pass of the file more bright steel was revealed. As the file dug ever deeper into the blade, smoothing it, so too did every stroke require more effort and more fine control. To counter the risk of digging too deep he flipped the blade over regularly and squinted down the edge to ensure that he was taking the same amount of both sides. This was a part of the problem with having deep forging marks on the metal for not only would that side need to be taken down until all metal above that mark was removed, but the same would need to be done on the other side even if there were no marks at all. All in all a waste of time and metal all because of a careless moment with the hammer.

Fortunately in this case there were no seriously deep marks and so he changed to a medium file as he started to get to the bottom of the marks which were there. The rough file was quite destructive in its own right and could leave cuts just as damaging as those of the forge. Now he worked to remove those cuts and at the same time remove the last of the forge marks. With this file the blade would assume its final shape and yet even so would still leave a rough finish for there were still more levels of polishing before the blade was done, each of which would remove yet more metal before it was done with.

But polishing was all very well and the final stages could not be done yet because the blade was still soft, at least for steel. There were still more stages of forging to be done, though none should require the use of the hammer. As it was the metal had been left in a relatively soft state so that it could be shaped. The two different types of steel in the blade each had its own temperature point at which changes happened and that was again a compromise in this sort of blade, but one in this case which produced the desired effect for at the point at which the cutting edge of the blade reached maximum hardness, the spine had yet to reach the same point and so was still softer. Both metals on their own could produce blades of the same hardness for cutting but it was only in the mixing of the two could the effect that he desired be produced.

The first thing though was to ensure that the metal was not suffering from the effects of the forging, for the repeated heating followed by hammering would have work hardened the metal and left stresses in the grain of the metal. First then was to bring the blade up to heat and then allow it to slowly cool down again. At heat the grains disconnected and flowed inside the metal dissolving the stresses and poor structure. As it cooled slowly the grains would reconnect into something which flowed well inside the metal and would make it stronger. He would repeat this three times just to be sure that the internal grain structure flowed well. If he had dared to use his Auristic vision then he could likely have short cut that process, but as it was he would need to fall back upon more traditional smithing techniques.

This was a time of some frustration this heating and then allowing to cool and it would have been easy for an impatient smith to have skipped them. For this though it needed to be his best work for it was a test of sorts. Yes of course there were shortcuts he could have considered taking and for an average knife it would have been correct to take them else the cost of making it would have exceeded its worth. But aside from the point of principle that a blade produced by an Isur should never be considered cheap, what he needed to show was what he was capable of doing, not that he knew only the short cuts to make an inferior blade.

With the metal properly annealed it was time to harden it again, this time to more than file hard, but at that hardness it would also be brittle and useless. Still though, as he slipped the blade quickly into the pot of cold oil, ensuring that it went in properly vertical so that one side did not cool a fraction before the other and so warp he was still tense. Even good smiths sometimes made mistakes here, but then he knew that a really good smith knew how to avoid the mistakes. That he achieved that by making those mistakes and learning from them was not much of a consolation to Eanos just then for it would count against him if he was seen to be careless.

The blade though came out straight and he breathed a sigh of relief to himself. He wiped it free of oil, made a quick inspection and set it back in the flames again. Not for long this time for with it hardened, now it needed to be tempered which was to say just softened again a little so that it dropped below file hardness but not so much. Enough that it could be worked, sharpened and polished but not so hard that it would be brittle.

With it back on his bench it was time to cosset the blade and turn something still slightly rough and covered in scale from the forge into something which someone would not only buy but would boast of to their friends. Of course a pretty handle and sheath would help that but always it was the naked steel which would attract the main interest. Now of course though the working on the blade was harder and no longer could it be filed with relative ease. Fortunate then that the bulk of the shaping and finishing work had been done. Now the final marks from the shaping and if necessary any small amount of warping from the heat treatment could be eliminated with the finer files before the blade was polished and brought up to a mirror shine.

The blades that Eanos made were to a fault so plain that there was not the slightest doubt that here was a blade intended for use. Never yet had he made something which was to please the eye at the expense of its function as a blade, and it was perhaps likely that he never would. Perhaps his blades when he had his own forge might be made more to please the eye than he did now, but that would only come when his expertise had improved such that he could do such work and not compromise on the functionality of the steel.

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The Travels of Eanos Swifthand - Alvadas

Postby Eanos on October 16th, 2013, 9:58 am

With his test blade accepted Eanos was also more openly accepted into the life of the forge. Before he had been a stranger and a guest, and that meant that there was a certain reserve which operated at all levels. Now that reserve started to slowly evaporate and whilst he would never be family and never a close friend of any here because all knew that he would be moving on he was at least now treated as a colleague who could be trusted to produce work to the necessary standards and who would not let the family down. It made life more pleasant for the lone Isur but it didn’t actually reduce the pressure that he was under, but then that pressure as surely with most Isur came from within, from that drive to be the best that they could be.

Life started to settle into a routine where his days were filled with various workings on metal. For most people the image of a smith was one of someone standing by the forge striking a piece of red hot metal with a huge hammer, but the reality was that such work did not represent the greatest amount of time spent. Eanos spent far more time at the workbench than he ever did at the anvil or forge because the finishing and shaping work was far more tedious and far more taxing than the forge work. It was easy enough to spend a short time with the hammer at the forge though that did require great strength but it took great endurance to spend hours with the file then shaping and smoothing that rough piece of work into something which would be worth a great number of mizas out in the shop.

Sometimes as today he was working on what he considered to be more mundane tasks for there was an order for a canteen of cutlery from one of the greater houses of the city. It was one thing for a farmer perhaps to eat with his belt knife as the family gathered round a rough hewn table, but quite another to throw the sort of lavish meal as seemed to be common place here where food was so highly regarded, and so unexpected too, and then have the guests eating with their fingers. How often such commissions came in, Eanos wasn’t sure. It surely couldn’t be that often for cutlery was durable but it also required great skill to make all the pieces match.

His first task on the set was to make the fish knives, which was something of a novelty for him since whilst fish were not unknown in Sultros, they certainly did not feature as heavily on the menu as they did here on the coast of the Suvan Sea, and he’d never heard of cutlery especially for eating fish. A knife blade though was a knife blade at least in shape and it turned out that these did not even need to hold an edge. It made sense once he considered the few pieces of fish which he’d eaten since he’d arrived here, and so he set to work from the pattern with which he’d been supplied.

The blades proved to be a test of a different sort he soon realised as he started to forge the metal out. In a great forge there would be tools to make such things easily, great presses to cut the metal to shape and wheels to roll out the metal, but here he needed to make everything by hand and by eye. It did not in fact concern him and he at this stage in his career preferred it for he still had much to learn in order to perfect his craft. The more time he spent with a hammer and a file in his hand, the greater his skills would be. It might make sense for the forge as a whole to be able to turn out the goods as fast as possible, but time meant little to an Isur, or at least a good deal less than it did to a short lived human in any case.

He hummed happily as he worked, first beating the metal bars out to the required width and thickness. As knives went these were simple things for they could be made of a single steel, though in this case they were being from bronze to avoid the problems of rust. Bronze would have lent itself well to the casting of these blades and he understood that some of the other smiths were indeed at work casting some parts for the handles, but there was a certain pride in forging the blades for it ensured that the blades were of suitable quality and that there would be no hidden flaws. Casting was a useful technique but there were things that it was not so good for since the result was often weak and easily snapped because of the poor grain structure. These blades would be not be overweight and clumsy things to compensate for poor smithing techniques, no these would be as fine as any other blade which ever left the workshop of an Isur.

Of course being bronze meant that the metal was much easier to work than steel, though this advantage at the workbench carried the price that the forging of it was a very delicate thing indeed for the metal melted easily and the hammer marked it all too easily. In the working of it all the working surfaces had to be scrupulously clean and well finished for any flaws in the surface of hammer or anvil would be imprinted deeply all over the forged work. Whilst it was true that this would file out easily enough, it would only be at the expense of additional, wasteful work. And that was the mark of a poor and lazy craftsman.

The first one was always the hardest in many ways for it was this which would act as the pattern for all the rest that followed, and he had a two dozen to make. Whilst all would require perfection in the finished piece, this one was the only one which would be so closely measured. After this one what mattered was that all the others matched it exactly, and whilst this was an exacting and difficult task in itself, it was hard in a different way.

He left the bar overly thick at the anvil despite his careful hammering. Bronze was a hard metal, as the softer metals went but it was not as intransigent as steel, nor had he used it for a while like this so he was being overly careful. If the filing proved that he had not left deep dents from the edges of the hammer not striking down exactly square then the ones that followed he could risk hammering closer to their final size. With the blade and spike tang roughly shaped he took it over to the workbench to continue.

As with the anvil this stage required even more care with regard to the tools. The rough jaws of the iron vice, designed as they were to hold metal while it was being worked would cut into the softer bronze and cause unnecessary damage so they had to be sleeved with wood, and he had also to be careful that the work surface was clean of any filings or other such which would also press into the metal if it were trapped between blade and worktop as he pressed down on it. That mistake he’d made with his first pieces when he was working with the softer brass and it was a mistake that he’d quickly learned from.

The hard steel file made short work of the bronze but it also quickly clogged the teeth much in the same way that tar clung to a blade. He had to stop more frequently than he was used to working with steel and to clean the teeth out. Fortunately this was simple enough with a rake or by pulling the file across a waste piece of bronze sideways so that the teeth cut into the metal and the resulting grooves in the bronze swept clear the valleys between the teeth. With that done, the work went swiftly again. It was somewhat odd to him to have a blade which was almost the same width from spine to edge and with just the slightest taper but it seemed to be the design which he’d been given. The taper was such that he didn’t attempt to forge it but created it entirely at the bench with the files.

He finished the first, though not without a moment in which his heart flew into his mouth. Then he realised that he’d misread the dimensions and when he rechecked all was well. It was unlikely he knew that he could make so many without making mistakes but it would not have boded well for the first one to have gone wrong. He measured it again, running the callipers over the surface to ensure that it was indeed of even thickness. He’d checked it as he worked and kept a view by eye but it was reassuring to ensure that it was indeed correct. The blade still needed polishing so it was very slightly oversize still, but there was no point in taking that step when it was going to be used as a pattern for the others. It was inevitable that some denting or scratching would happen in that process to the surface which had been filed as smoothly as it was possible. It was even possible, likely perhaps that this one would never make the final set purely because of that. It would be nice if it did, but he thought it more likely that it would be held back and never even given a handle.

If it were his forge that is certainly what he would do, if he had the space for storage and was not so short of money that he could not. For one thing was certain he thought, and that was that it would not be overly long before some problem occurred with the set. Something was bound to get damaged or lost and then the owners would be back; wanting a replacement and that would be so much easier if the templates were saved here. It would be different if they made these sets on a regular basis and all to the same sizes, and if that were the case then Eanos judged that he would make the templates in iron most likely to ensure better fit else the template would soon start to wear on the corners and edges resulting in sloppy finishes on the actual knives. But that at this point was mere fantasy and not something likely for quite some time yet. Such musings however filled his mind as he worked on completing the commission, or at least his part in it. As he’d expected he made mistakes and some of the blades were consigned to be reworked but overall at the end he was pleased with his work and that was something at least, for while the approval of the smith who was his mentor was important, the most important judge as far as Eanos was concerned was himself, regardless of what that said about his ego.

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The Travels of Eanos Swifthand - Alvadas

Postby Tapestry on December 9th, 2013, 5:27 pm

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Eanos:

XP Award:
  • +4 Metal Smithing
  • +4 Weapon Smithing
  • +2 Blacksmithing
  • +3 Observation
  • +2 Auristics
  • +1 Body Building

Lore:
  • Location: Cubacious inn
  • Location: Sanity center
  • Location: Alvadas (Basic)
  • Location: Kitrean Crafts
  • Vacielli Haolven: Thrice marked of Izurdin
  • Vacielli Haolven: Mentor
  • Metalsmithing: Working with Gold
  • Metalsmithing: Creating moulds for scabbard clasps
  • Blacksmithing: Working with Railing
  • Weaponsmithing: Fish Knife


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Hey! Great thread...very detailed. If I missed any lore you would have liked, please be sure to tell me. If you do return to Alvadas, you should be able to return to Kitrean Crafts directly for a job. You've impressed Vacielli and earned your place among the other smiths. Come on back to Alvadas sometime and we'll do a little more with your relationship!

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