Post by Celebrimbor on Sept 1, 2015 6:35:29 GMT
Right Blacksmithing, it was a process that he was familiar with in the real world... where he had been up to just a few weeks ago. Had he had a chance to make anything... Not up to this point. So there he was a few pieces of Ore he had picked up using was little spare money he had while he was in the market. For the moment he was staring at it and then looking at the forge he had been able to talk a guy into letting him use. It was not the nicest place but it was set up how he wanted it... yes the system would let him just push a button and crank out a stock weapon... but that was not his style... He knew how to make a blade, he had made dozens at home, sure they perhaps had not been fully combat ready but he knew enough to know how to make the darn things.
Stepping into the room he made sure the coals were still warm as he shoved down on the bellows to get the coals more air, the heat that washed from it was nearly stiffling as he set the ore on the table. He also went through his inventory to lay out the tools of a smith... A pair of tongs to help hold the burning metal, the massive hammer that would be used to pound out the shape. A number of other things were settled on the old worn bench.
His hair was held back by a thin strip of leather as he prepared to begin. The ore itself was not that great, castoffs from other jobs, pieces that others had felt would not be suited for anything...cheap but he had made a knife with a pile of screws and nails once... he figured he might be able to do something similar with what he had acquired. That was not to say he didn't have other Metal on him, he had bought some good pieces as well but this was to test whether it could be done... not whether or not it was the same as it had been, Which was why he was building what looked to be a small pile of metal at the end of a metal shaft...
The shaft itself was not the important part but rather the small pieces would in time be folded dozens of times to make hundreds of layers each welding to each other to make the blade harder and better each time. He had used the method in the past... had this world used this specific method he was not entirely sure as he took a small bit of wet cloth to wrap it around the small pile of iron that would in time be turned from iron into a billet of steel. Around this he added a few more to help contain the whole.
The final step before the fire was to cover the iron in clay, this was to help the shard stay in place as he moved it from the bench to the trough that would work as his forge that day. Slipping the pile of shards into the trough he began to work the bellows, he knew that it would be hours until he could stop... that it was going to be perhaps days before he could even call the finished product finished as he watched the metal within the flames.
Each rise and fall of his shoulders as he worked at the bellows forcing air into the coals and forcing the heat to rise. The build up of heat of energy within the confined of the forge helped to soften the metal, to push it towards a point that he could work it. Soon enough it was ready and for the moment with his shoulders burning he was pleased with what he had done... so far it was working.
His hammer in hand he struck the molten steel, each strike careful and prepared. It was rehearsed as much in his head as in his body even as he felt part of him simply moving to the rhythm itself. It felt almost like his body knew where to strike and how to hit the metal. As if a switch had been flicked inside of his head telling the rest of him that he was making a sword. His eyes watched the steel as his hands struck the iron time and again as he twisted it their on the shaft that he had used to ladle it into the flames... not though it was not needed...
The iron was now not just simple shards but a solid and complete whole, welded into a single peace as he hammered the steel from the tip of the device he had been using to control where the billet was as he switched to using tongs to move the piece of steel. It lacked what looked to be size as it was essentially a 6 inch long block of glowing iron. This was but a single step in the process and already sweat was rolling from his brow as the metal once more settled into the embers to bathe in the heat of fire.
He settled in to wait, to let the fire lick at the metal as he prepared himself to work more steel. His shoulders screamed at him to stop as the Metal waited to become something new. This job, was hard and frankly not something to be done this way alone. Soon enough it was time, the tongs reaching in to grab at the steel as he shifted back to the anvil once more. His hammer striking once more, each strike lengthening the bar. Adding to the length until it seemed to be twice the length and half the thickness... Once he reached that point he began the process of bending it. Each strike with the purpose to twist the steel back upon itself. Soon enough he succeeded and the blade now had its second layer...
It continued like that, how many times did he fold the steel as he lifted and dropped that hammer he could hardly remember. Only the exhaustion of the work and the desire to see what could be drove the hammer to fall. To push him to making this item in the manner that he chosen... He had chosen to make his own billet, when he might have just bought one from a shop and yet there he was taking in the sweat and the pain of the work as he wondered how many times he had folded the steel and how many times he had fired the metal that would given time serve as a blade.
Stepping into the room he made sure the coals were still warm as he shoved down on the bellows to get the coals more air, the heat that washed from it was nearly stiffling as he set the ore on the table. He also went through his inventory to lay out the tools of a smith... A pair of tongs to help hold the burning metal, the massive hammer that would be used to pound out the shape. A number of other things were settled on the old worn bench.
His hair was held back by a thin strip of leather as he prepared to begin. The ore itself was not that great, castoffs from other jobs, pieces that others had felt would not be suited for anything...cheap but he had made a knife with a pile of screws and nails once... he figured he might be able to do something similar with what he had acquired. That was not to say he didn't have other Metal on him, he had bought some good pieces as well but this was to test whether it could be done... not whether or not it was the same as it had been, Which was why he was building what looked to be a small pile of metal at the end of a metal shaft...
The shaft itself was not the important part but rather the small pieces would in time be folded dozens of times to make hundreds of layers each welding to each other to make the blade harder and better each time. He had used the method in the past... had this world used this specific method he was not entirely sure as he took a small bit of wet cloth to wrap it around the small pile of iron that would in time be turned from iron into a billet of steel. Around this he added a few more to help contain the whole.
The final step before the fire was to cover the iron in clay, this was to help the shard stay in place as he moved it from the bench to the trough that would work as his forge that day. Slipping the pile of shards into the trough he began to work the bellows, he knew that it would be hours until he could stop... that it was going to be perhaps days before he could even call the finished product finished as he watched the metal within the flames.
Each rise and fall of his shoulders as he worked at the bellows forcing air into the coals and forcing the heat to rise. The build up of heat of energy within the confined of the forge helped to soften the metal, to push it towards a point that he could work it. Soon enough it was ready and for the moment with his shoulders burning he was pleased with what he had done... so far it was working.
His hammer in hand he struck the molten steel, each strike careful and prepared. It was rehearsed as much in his head as in his body even as he felt part of him simply moving to the rhythm itself. It felt almost like his body knew where to strike and how to hit the metal. As if a switch had been flicked inside of his head telling the rest of him that he was making a sword. His eyes watched the steel as his hands struck the iron time and again as he twisted it their on the shaft that he had used to ladle it into the flames... not though it was not needed...
The iron was now not just simple shards but a solid and complete whole, welded into a single peace as he hammered the steel from the tip of the device he had been using to control where the billet was as he switched to using tongs to move the piece of steel. It lacked what looked to be size as it was essentially a 6 inch long block of glowing iron. This was but a single step in the process and already sweat was rolling from his brow as the metal once more settled into the embers to bathe in the heat of fire.
He settled in to wait, to let the fire lick at the metal as he prepared himself to work more steel. His shoulders screamed at him to stop as the Metal waited to become something new. This job, was hard and frankly not something to be done this way alone. Soon enough it was time, the tongs reaching in to grab at the steel as he shifted back to the anvil once more. His hammer striking once more, each strike lengthening the bar. Adding to the length until it seemed to be twice the length and half the thickness... Once he reached that point he began the process of bending it. Each strike with the purpose to twist the steel back upon itself. Soon enough he succeeded and the blade now had its second layer...
It continued like that, how many times did he fold the steel as he lifted and dropped that hammer he could hardly remember. Only the exhaustion of the work and the desire to see what could be drove the hammer to fall. To push him to making this item in the manner that he chosen... He had chosen to make his own billet, when he might have just bought one from a shop and yet there he was taking in the sweat and the pain of the work as he wondered how many times he had folded the steel and how many times he had fired the metal that would given time serve as a blade.
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