Blacksmith Coal Novels & Stories

Without saying a word, he walked back to where the villagers were gathered and watched as the blacksmiths checked out the metals. Out of the metals that were seen spread on the ground, the blacksmiths only picked out bronze, silver, iron, steel, and aluminum. They selected them and dropped them aside and turned to look at Ethan who was closely watching them. "I think these would be perfect to make ammunition" one of them said to Ethan who nodded and turned to face the spokesperson of the villagers. "Please, take those inside the cottage" he said to his men while looking at the spokesperson. Boston, George, and the other two blacksmiths took the metals inside while Ethan remained with the vil

Kael I stood at the edge of the coal core, staring out over the vast stretch of land spread beneath the morning sky. Workers moved steadily across the field, breaking rock, hauling ore, and sorting the rich black coal that came from deep within the earth. This coal core had always been one of the most valuable assets left behind by my father. A “goldmine,” he used to call it… one of the backbones of Stormfang’s economy. “You’ve done well with this place,” Alpha Simeon said as he stepped up beside me.

I said. My fingers ghosted across a simple but well-made black one. The wool was thick and tightly woven, promising warmth and invisibility. After paying the fifty silver, I stepped back out into the plaza. As I walked, the air grew hazy with the smell of hot metal and coal smoke, and the rhythmic clang... clang... clang of a hammer drew my eye. A small, open-air blacksmith shop, its heat a visible shimmer in the cool afternoon. I wonder… I found him by the gate, a shadow against the stone. He rose as I approached. "Success?"

He gave me the torch; a wooden stave with one end wrapped in torn materials that is soaked into a flammable substance to trigger fire. It lights our way out of the Dungeons as we pass the six iron grilles before going through the tunnel, and the small hole on the Smithy ground. Hearing people's voices and actually seeing someone aside Katelyn renders an airy sensation to my skin. I narrow my eyes to shield it from daylight while I carefully place the torch near the old Blacksmith’s coven while he smiles at me, showing me his set of brown, chipped teeth before turning away at Lord Owen’s glare.

Frederick chanted a spell on Derek who still laid still on the bed. At first nothing happened, but later, some kind of black smoke came out of the wound on Derek's stomach, which started bleeding again. If this continues, he might lose a lot of blood “ what is that ” I asked as the black smoke was still coming out from the open wound. “ dark magic ” Frederick answered with his full concentration on Derek “ you should be lucky that the dark magic hasn't reached his heart”.

[Mission: Acquire a blacksmith to stay at your territory][Reward: Occupational Talent Appraisal] 'hmm, acquiring a blacksmith? That is rather expensive' , thinking of a black smith. They are in demand occupation, since hunting and wars are common for this world. Blacksmith are also quite a character, people do often please them just to make request for them. Now, talking about acquiring. He needed to prepare a large amount of golds just to employ them. In addition, he have to make a plan on how to approach and please them just to work in his territory.

he confessed as he faced down. "I am sorry," she apologized again as he just nodded. "It is okay!" He glanced at Oscar who was pacing up and down restlessly. "So, why did you go there? What did you discover? Anything new?" He inquired. "Yeah. Those blacksmiths were making weapons, different sizes. But I do not know why they are making it. I am a bit confused" she said. "Weapons?" He became more interested now. "Yeah! Weapons. A lot of them" she added.

She shivered and looked away. As they turned down another street, the entire block was filled with blacksmiths. Everywhere flew anvils and hammers, and the ping of metal rang throughout the street, each blacksmith seeming to echo the other. There were also clay pits with large flames roasting slabs of red-hot metal, on which they were forging horseshoes, swords, and all sorts of metal work. Caitlin noticed the faces of children, black with soot, sitting by their father’s sides, watching them work. She felt badly that the children worked at such a young age. Caitlin looked everywhere for a sign of Scarlet, of her Dad, of any clue of why they were here—but she found none.