Blacksmith Quarters Novels & Stories

I also make my way through the full corridors, being small has its advantages. I start running by the blacksmithing. It was five-thirty in the morning and the place was already boiling. All five furnaces (that looked more like the volcanoes in the illustrated books) were lit and dozens of blacksmiths raised and lowered their hammers. Pang, Pong Pum. Horrible noise. Even worse is the smell of smoke, coal, metal, and other burning things. (That I don't want to know what it is) Gray-haired blacksmith looks at me and says, —Hey boy! We need more copper here! —Other Blacksmiths start to notice me too.

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.

The afternoon sun warmed the earth with its gentle rays and a soft breeze, made it the perfect day for walking. The savage-looking Zinjo and his wife to be Princess Aurelia entered the Dame of Flame blacksmith shop. Hammer struck steel, the smell of charcoal and smoke, gave the shop an industrious feel. Armor stands with completed suits of armor, weapons of all descriptions hung on the wall. In a glass case lay a pair of swords. Aurelia studied the flawless metal and admired the curvature of the blade. Aurelia looked over at her big companion, "Well what is the quality here like?"

The queen's ancestral vision sees through everything the familiar once experienced. After the king and queen’s departure; the city of the Jakalorn bustled with amenities and the prospect of the working folk. The city is made up of back door alleys that are made of dark stone and brick. The marketplace that makes up a great portion of the city is called the Valley of Wares. Within the valley are hovels of street markets selling all matters of goods like meats, fur, fruits, vegetables, and other assortments. Often the smell of fresh food fills the air, but the smell of smoke and iron often collide with one another formulating an intoxicated vibrant scent like toasted bread. The smoke comes fro

"He will take a knot beautifully." "Five thousand silver coins!" an elder from the Ashmoor Trade Hall roared, throwing his ivory bidding token onto the stone floor. "Ten thousand!" a scarred warrior from the Emberfang Iron Quarry countered, his eyes flashing a dark, predatory gold as he licked his lips. "I want to hear him howl when I tear that silk off his skin."

CHAPTER 158 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “Have you ever heard about the blacksmith?” Clarabelle asked. "No, I haven't, my queen,” the UNKNOWN replied. Clarabelle shut her eyes and said, “The blacksmith is a legend among the mortals. Some of them actually believe he exists, and some of them believe he's just a myth. They say the blacksmith lives in the deepest, blackest depths of Mystic Meadow and enternaly hammers a glowing piece of metal, waiting for the day he can take revenge on the ones who hurt him.

past lamp niches that barely brightened the gloomy room. They arrived at the Wound Maidens' Quarters, a chamber carved from raw stone with a ring of women surrounding it. They were slaves and lower-class hollows. Their faces were grey, their hair was lanky and matted, and none of them spoke. Dark streaks smeared over the Quarters' walls, and the only source of lighting came from a fire pit—low, sickly green flames. Above it hung a cauldron full of heavy steam curling in tendrils.

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

None of them seemed to mind him as they went about their duties. Zenas walked past the entrance into the hot interior. From the heat of the building, he guessed that a fire was burning, fire by which the blacksmith would melt iron to be shaped into weapons and shields. As he walked into the dark interior to seek whom to talk to a small figure bumped into him with surprising strength almost knocking him to the floor.