Blacksmith Training In Skyrim Novels & Stories

“Punish you? What if I hit you hard, make your wounds bleed?” Arya was afraid now however she mustn’t show that, the fear was something she needed to hide, deep inside. “It’s your right Master, I was trained to hold pain well.” She lifted her head and looked at him. Her Master sighted and looked at Arya. “Just like back then when you didn’t dare to stop me?” He shook his head and remained silent. Arya was quiet too, she didn’t know what to say. The carriage stopped, they were back home. She waited not knowing what her Master expects of her.

Sparks leapt in the air as a broad-shouldered man hammered a glowing blade against an anvil. “That’s Jarek,” Sera said, her tone laced with fondness. “Best blacksmith in Moonveil. He’s been crafting weapons for hunting since before I was born.” The man looked up at the sound of her voice, his soot-covered face breaking into a smile. “Sera! And Lyra! I was wondering when you’d drag yourselves here. And who’s this?” “Selene,” I said, stepping forward hesitantly. “Ah,” he nodded, his eyes sharp and appraising in a way that made me straighten my shoulders. “New blood. Good. You’ll need something light and balanced for your first hunt.”

He believed that Rozi's alchemy and his blacksmithing would complement their training and create a positive cycle. However, Adrian underestimated the cost of advancing as an alchemist and blacksmith. Out of their initial ten thousand essence stones, he spent about eight thousand just on the basics. The staggering consumption startled him. Without substantial faction support, sustaining their endeavors seemed nearly impossible. Fortunately, their talent prevailed, and they eventually mastered their respective crafts.

Just sparring. “Ten years ago, they’d have spat on her boots,” Isabella murmured. “And now she trains the new recruits,” Eliza replied. The sound of hammering drew them around the back of the training hall. A female blacksmith, with her sleeves rolled high, swung her hammer, shaping a blade that glowed orange from the fire. Isabella’s eyes widened. “You’re forging weapons?” The blacksmith looked up, wiping her brow with a gloved hand. “Forging, sharpening, repairing. Sometimes fighting with them too.”

But more often than not, those requests fell on deaf ears. And so, I normally spent my day at the training ranges. I was done with school, finished it last year after I turned eighteen. Now I was twenty-three and I was a full-time worker at the pack forge. I had an affinity towards metalwork and swords, so I’d been interested in smithery from a young age. So as soon as I was allowed, I joined the weapon-making team of the forge. Of course, I didn’t just make weapons. I helped the farmers with their scythes and sickles, and housewives with their pots and pans, basically if it involved metal, I could create or repair it. The weapons in the training ranges constantly needed repairing, so there

As they waited, Sethlzaar found himself wondering what his mates were doing back at the seminary and how Soartin was. The Blacksmith spoke little, using his words to give the briefest of instruction that Sethlzaar would at times find himself having to work his brain to understand. When the blacksmith considered the forge hot enough he plunged a metal into the forge, holding it with a pair of iron tongs, watching as it took on a similar glow as the coal. Then he placed it on the anvil and struck it countless times with a hammer, bending it to shape as he pleased. By the life of Sethlzaar, he watched as the blacksmith hammered and flipped the metal in different ways, and understood nothing of

“If you commit to us, we will sponsor your full training there. Your education, your housing…everything.” I blinked. For a moment I wondered if I’d misheard. “You mean… I could become a real healer?” My voice cracked. “A trained one,” Zeke confirmed. “Not just by instinct but by craft.” Loren’s smile grew brighter beside me but Zeke wasn’t done. “You’ll learn bonesetting, bloodbinding, wolven physiology, rogue survival medicine, and the ancient techniques your kind forgot generations ago. You’ll come back stronger. Needed.” Emotion hit me so hard my throat closed.

But Lyra persevered, her determination fueled by a shared purpose—to protect Silvermoon and to ensure that the Obsidian Circle’s manipulations would not succeed. She initiated a series of training sessions, emphasizing not just combat skills but also psychological resilience and the ability to recognize manipulative tactics. She incorporated lessons on emotional intelligence, conflict resolution, and effective communication—skills critical to preventing future infiltrations. The training programs weren’t just about physical preparedness, but about building a stronger, more resilient team, capable of resisting manipulation and maintaining unity in the face of adversity.

Squealing at him, Sky then jumped and hugged him. There is nothing that Gale and Soma can do, besides accept the proposal, the only consolation is that at least they are staying by their side, all the time. Two days later, Sky begins her training as a witch apprentice, Soma, and Payne are carefully watching her, as her grandmother teaches her some of the basic spells.

Training with the sword would help to increase Strength, Agility, Vitality, and Dexterity. Indeed, those were all stats that Golden needed to improve. But he still didn't understand why the reward would be of a variable grade. With a great master, Golden would obtain a better grade for the Innate Talent and better advice while training. On the other hand, if the master were ordinary, Golden's Innate Talent and help that he would obtain would also be ordinary. The system was telling him to obtain a good master.