Blacksmith Oc Novels & Stories

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.

Hearing that Old man felt pity for him and said to Theo," why don't you take the day off brat" Blacksmith is one of the job Theo used to work regularly and it is the place where Theo used to stay during Autumn and winter. Otherwise he used to stay in the forest in his shed. as for why he didn't live there, it's a freaking workshop, and every person in his life wants a house, thats why theo build himself a small hut in the forest.

Alex Maldov called it his ‘playroom. He toyed with the crowbar on the table, admiring the craftsmanship of his blacksmith who imprinted the initials ‘A.M’ on it when the reverie of Olivia flashed through his mind again. Her beautiful blue eyes made a mark in his mind, he felt a tingling sensation just thinking of his plans towards the bellè.

Hopping to her feet, Charlotte led the children outside and began touring them around the large city. "This shop here belongs to the best blacksmith there is, a reputation so famous that people from all over the empire come just to make a request!" Charlotte brought the children inside the store that exclusively sold weapons, which were out on display. The weapons displayed were arts of crafted beauty, decorated with gems and crystals, forged into existence using rare high-grade materials. The doorbell jingled, signaling the arrival of customers. Maria saw a broad, tall, muscular elf appear. The man carried more of masculine vibe than the regular gentle attractiveness seen in elves.

I’m selling a flat near the main town square for a large one, preferably on the other side of the stream. He walked away, looking for the nearest blacksmith. Just around the corner, there was a blacksmiths shop. The smith had a serious look to his face. “Do you know how to recast a Giltherin san-mai sword?” Yanta asked. “I know only the typical ones,” the blacksmith answered. “Yours is a special one.” “There must be someone, who can recast them.” “There is, go north, to a small mountain village, there you will find the smith.”