Post by The Smith on Sept 2, 2012 12:48:44 GMT -5
Robb watched as the blacksmith walked away from the forge. He remained in the shadows for a few minutes to make sure that the blacksmith wasn't going to return for something before he snuck over to the forge and went inside. He understood that he would have a long and gruiling night before him, usually the blacksmith had help when he crafted the swords for the Hightowers, but Robb didn't trust any of those in the forge enough to let him try and making his own blade for Lady Mariya, since the blacksmith had ignored him when he had told him about what Mariya had wanted.
The blacksmith's furnace was table high with a back and a hood and burned charcoal. Without a apprentice working the leather bellows, Robb had to move quickly between the bellows while he turned the iron with a long pair of tongs. When it was sufficiently heated the he dragged it out of the furnace to the floor and took it to the anvil, which was mounted on an oak stump He pounded the metal as hard as he felt he could without drawing to much attention to the forge, until it was too cool to work, then he returned it to the fire, waited for it to get hot again, took it out for some more pounding, and returned it once again to the fire until he felt he had finished working on the piece.
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Robb stood panting hard, looking at the finished blade that he had on the table before him, satisfied with what he had created, even though he had been forced to discard a lot of iron and steel because working alone at the forge hadn't been ideal, but at least he had managed to create a sword. A feeling of pride was building in Robb as he stared at the weapon. He knew he wouldn't have long to remove the signs that he had been here, so he wrapped the sword in a piece of cloth and got to cleaning away his presence in the forge.
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Robb hid the sword he had made behind the cupboard in his room, before readying himself for bed and went to sleep, dreaming about the look upon Mariya's face as he presented the sword to her.
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Results:
Robb Marbrand improves his Bladesmithing skill toward Novice
Robb Marbrand forges a longsword for Ser Mariya Rowan
The blacksmith's furnace was table high with a back and a hood and burned charcoal. Without a apprentice working the leather bellows, Robb had to move quickly between the bellows while he turned the iron with a long pair of tongs. When it was sufficiently heated the he dragged it out of the furnace to the floor and took it to the anvil, which was mounted on an oak stump He pounded the metal as hard as he felt he could without drawing to much attention to the forge, until it was too cool to work, then he returned it to the fire, waited for it to get hot again, took it out for some more pounding, and returned it once again to the fire until he felt he had finished working on the piece.
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Robb stood panting hard, looking at the finished blade that he had on the table before him, satisfied with what he had created, even though he had been forced to discard a lot of iron and steel because working alone at the forge hadn't been ideal, but at least he had managed to create a sword. A feeling of pride was building in Robb as he stared at the weapon. He knew he wouldn't have long to remove the signs that he had been here, so he wrapped the sword in a piece of cloth and got to cleaning away his presence in the forge.
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Robb hid the sword he had made behind the cupboard in his room, before readying himself for bed and went to sleep, dreaming about the look upon Mariya's face as he presented the sword to her.
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Results:
Robb Marbrand improves his Bladesmithing skill toward Novice
Robb Marbrand forges a longsword for Ser Mariya Rowan
Hope you all are well and happy.