Fall 4, 513AV
With the steel prepared it was time to move on with the forging of the blade itself. There were choices in how the blade could be constructed but since he had only prepared two types of steel he intended to continue with his original plan. This was also the moment which was quite unlike any other for the smith and perhaps for most Isurian smiths for it was when steel really changed state from the ore into an object, and that was hard to allow to pass without an appreciation also for the god who had given them the right and the skill to be able to do it.
Dawn had made itself know outside the castle walls but as yet no hints of it had penetrated down into the depths where Eanos lived and worked. What was more he cared little about it for he had been born away from the light of the sun and lived most of his life without it. He kept his own hours, likely enough to the annoyance of those unfortunate enough to live within earshot of the forge and worked when he needed to rather than by being dictated to by a sun that had no inkling of the needs of a smith.
Just now the shop was quiet, and if he judged time at all by normal standards it was in the noticing whether the corridor than ran past his shop was busy or not. He surveyed the shop, everything with a place and everything in that place and he was happy with that. He had a careful plan for the blade and that included exactly when he would focus his gnosis skill upon it, but that would be an enhancement of the metalworking skill that he would employ in its creation.
That gnosis however would start now in effect for he wanted its effects to be built into the very core of the steel. He wanted this blade to survive a lifetime, but not just that, to survive that time as it was now and to then survive lifetimes after that. Nothing could be guaranteed of course because there were always unexpected misfortunes but it was his aim to create something that could and should last that long.
”Izurdin, Lord!” His voice was not loud but it echoed in the forge for he spoke with power and conviction. ”Give your blessing Lord to this blade. Invest your blessing in every crystal, in every weld.” He took up the steel cores that he had made and placed them on the anvil laying his left hand on them and kneeling.
”This steel will form the blade. Give it life Lord, allow your power to flow through me I ask you.” He bit off the word “beg” for it was not fitting for a prayer like this. He was silent now and instead focused upon his left arm and felt the power that lay inherent there. Not the strength of muscle or skin, but instead the strength of the god, the mark of his blessing on his chosen race.
With the steel prepared it was time to move on with the forging of the blade itself. There were choices in how the blade could be constructed but since he had only prepared two types of steel he intended to continue with his original plan. This was also the moment which was quite unlike any other for the smith and perhaps for most Isurian smiths for it was when steel really changed state from the ore into an object, and that was hard to allow to pass without an appreciation also for the god who had given them the right and the skill to be able to do it.
Dawn had made itself know outside the castle walls but as yet no hints of it had penetrated down into the depths where Eanos lived and worked. What was more he cared little about it for he had been born away from the light of the sun and lived most of his life without it. He kept his own hours, likely enough to the annoyance of those unfortunate enough to live within earshot of the forge and worked when he needed to rather than by being dictated to by a sun that had no inkling of the needs of a smith.
Just now the shop was quiet, and if he judged time at all by normal standards it was in the noticing whether the corridor than ran past his shop was busy or not. He surveyed the shop, everything with a place and everything in that place and he was happy with that. He had a careful plan for the blade and that included exactly when he would focus his gnosis skill upon it, but that would be an enhancement of the metalworking skill that he would employ in its creation.
That gnosis however would start now in effect for he wanted its effects to be built into the very core of the steel. He wanted this blade to survive a lifetime, but not just that, to survive that time as it was now and to then survive lifetimes after that. Nothing could be guaranteed of course because there were always unexpected misfortunes but it was his aim to create something that could and should last that long.
”Izurdin, Lord!” His voice was not loud but it echoed in the forge for he spoke with power and conviction. ”Give your blessing Lord to this blade. Invest your blessing in every crystal, in every weld.” He took up the steel cores that he had made and placed them on the anvil laying his left hand on them and kneeling.
”This steel will form the blade. Give it life Lord, allow your power to flow through me I ask you.” He bit off the word “beg” for it was not fitting for a prayer like this. He was silent now and instead focused upon his left arm and felt the power that lay inherent there. Not the strength of muscle or skin, but instead the strength of the god, the mark of his blessing on his chosen race.