Blacksmith Coal Novels & Stories

I opened my fingers. The fragment dropped. It hit the coals with a soft *tink* and vanished beneath the glow. Heat flared. The metal glowed, then warped, then sank into the molten mass at the bottom of the crucible. “Going to make something good from that,” the smith said. “Door fittings for the sanctuary, maybe. Or a sculpture for the training yard. Something solid. Useful.” “Not a chain,” I said. “Not a chain,” he agreed.

I pushed past the thick leather curtains of the primary foundry, the intense heat of the burning coal instantly warming my freezing skin as the smell of molten steel filled my lungs. Dozens of skilled blacksmiths were working diligently around the massive stone anvils, their muscular bodies covered in soot as they forged the defensive armor plates and the silver-tipped spears that our pack was famous for. I marched straight toward the center of the main workshop, my powerful aura immediately drawing the attention of the workers who quickly lowered their tools in deep respect.

Vespera said. She traced a line along the river valley. "Here," she pointed. "Beneath the shale. There is a vein of black stone. You call it waste rock. You ignore it." "It's dirty," Kaelen grunted. "It burns black smoke." "It burns hot," Vespera corrected. "Hotter than wood. Longer than wood. It’s called Coal. The Empire doesn't use it because they have forests. You don't. Mine the coal, and your people will never freeze again."

One the blacksmith had referred to as 'beautiful'. Next was the forging. Under the guidance of the blacksmith Sethlzaar spent the rest of the day shoveling coke into the furnace while the man hammered away at his work. The smoke threatened to choke Sethlzaar and the sound of the hammer against the anvil left him with a constant ringing in his ears.

Zen quickly followed Ben’s actions and waited for a new set of instructions. “The furnace can only hold five of such casts, so be sure to prepare only five for one round of smelting. At the same time, toss in three shovelfuls of coal into the furnace through the side entrance before you let them smelt.” Zen picked up the shovel at the side of the furnace and watched how Ben lifted the side furnace door with a tug of a lever. The fire was menacing, so Zen hurriedly chucked the first shovelful into the furnace and screeched when the flames licked his hand as they were tossed.

Now here he was a full grown man of probably twenty five now trying to get me in better shape than I was when I was his age. Marius returned, his facial expression had changed… it was tighter and even more focused than he had been. He nodded once at Damon. “We’ve got a possible lead. There’s a low profile blacksmith in Amber Brook reportedly sold a batch of trinkets to a rogue five days ago. The same style. No permits.” Damon’s gaze sharpened. “Trinkets? They’ve never used trinkets before, do you still think it’s a part of the ring?”

The golem nodded and left towards Dorime's house. --- For the next couple of days, the smiths received a new task: processing Venom copper. After separating the ore from the stone, it had a green tint instead of the brownish that copper has. Another thing that they discovered by feeding it to captured monsters is that it is highly poisonous. So the smiths treated it with extreme caution. The actual processing of the material was very hard. The forges that the tribe used didn't generate enough heat for the smelting process, so David had to improvise using enchantments.

He had a small goatee and slicked back hair. “I’m looking for the Blacksmith’s Guild.” “Of course. No problem.” He bent down behind the desk— “Apothecary, alchemy, ah, here we are, blacksmith” —and came back up with a large book, which he flopped open. “When would you like to make an appointment?” “Actually, I’m trying to find a blacksmith called Kizwat. Can you tell me if he registered with the guild recently? He came here to claim a silver hammer.”

Darius said. “Let's go to the regular forge.” Xander **** The scent of burning coal and metal filled the forge. It was very hot due to the roaring fires.I had never been to this building before, mainly because there wasn't anything that concerned me here. Sparks flew into the air as blacksmiths hammered on steel, shaping new swords and daggers.

—Other Blacksmiths start to notice me too. — Also, take these swords to the distribution center! — Asks a big, red-haired man with a thick voice. —I would like more coal! — Charged a skinny man with brown eyes and a beard that fell to his waist. — OK! A batch of copper, take a load of swords to the center, and bring a new batch of coal. Does anyone else have any requests? — I review everything and memorize the items. The grey-haired blacksmith smiles at me and says.—I think this is enough weight for you, boy. Go as soon as you get back we will still need your help!—