Aerion walked down the road to the part of the city that the secretary had given him directions to, wondering if his skills would be enough to get him through whatever Ros asked of him. He asked a few guards about the Ironworks and Ros as he walked through the city, they told him that Ros was an Isur with grey skin. Aerion was intrigued, having seen few Isur in his life, but he knew their renown for smithing and he was excited to apprentice under one. As he rounded a corner he saw the large building that he knew must be the Ironworks, Aerion was in awe at the size of it, studying the building as he drew nearer.
When Aerion opened the door to the building, he was greeted by a blast of hot air and the sounds of metal on metal that brought back memories of his grandfather Elral's forge. When Aerion was very young, Elral had taught him some basic smithing, hoping that one day Aerion might take it up after he died. Aerion remembered his 10th birthday, where he had received his first real sword from his Grandfather, who had labored on it for almost a month, attempting to make the best sword he could. His smile faltered as he remembered what happened next. Barely a week had gone by before Elral passed away. Aerion stood there in the doorway as he struggled with his emotions.
"Out or in, don't leave the door open." Aerion quickly looked to where the voice had come from, seeing a short grey Isur staring at him, his eyes studying the young man in front of him. Looking down at the man, Aerion noticed that he was over a foot shorter than himself, but he knew that size did not matter when it came to strength and ability. Aerion stepped inside the building and closed the door behind him, and knowing that this was likely to be Ros, he respectfully put forth his hand and said, "Sorry, the atmosphere in here brought back some memories. My name is Aerion and I was told to come here by the secretary at the Welcome Center." Ros continued studying Aerion for a minute, and right when he was about to drop his hand down, Ros reached out and shook it. "Yes, Trega had sent me a message that I would be hearing from my new weaponsmith soon. I am Ros if you did not already figure that out. You don't look like much, but I suppose you will do. No matter if you have skill or not, you will have it eventually. Come, show me what you can do." After saying this, he led the way to an empty forge and anvil.
Aerion followed behind the Isur, studying his surroundings and watching some of the other workers as they crafted all manner of things for both military uses and economic uses alike. As they reached the forge, Aerion felt the heat coming off of it and looked over at Ros, who seemed to be watching the young Drykas with interest. Aerion knew this must be his chance to show the work he could do, so he stared at the different pieces of metal for his use as he dug through his mind to remember exactly how to shape a sword.
Aerion saw a long flat piece of metal that would suit his needs perfectly, sitting on top of a pile of other metal. He walked over and put on a pair of gloves that were lying on a table. After doing so he grabbed the metal he intended to use and went back over to the forge, inserting the piece of metal into it as he waited and watched for it to give off the yellow-orange color that would tell him it was hot enough for him to shape it.
Work in ProgressStill working on this, just trying to figure out exactly what I will do next. 
My knowledge of the BBC Code is also still a work in progress as I attempt to try to make my posts/threads a little less bland.
by Aerion on July 19th, 2014, 2:41 am