[PRP] A Working Forge (K'ragle x Forge )

[[ Radical Dreamer ]]

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Though the magma lit corridors of rock that twisted and turned, that lead near the heart of the creator of a live volcano of the Fire tribe. The soot covered fire tribed-tahtll worked on the hearth of what would be his forge; or it was what Forge would call the creation once it was completed. Yes, a fitting thing to be named after himself. He did after all create it. A boastful laugh left the maw of the fire Tahtll. It was not necessarily out of pride's sake, but he rather didn't know what else to call it!

Though he didn't know what to call it other then his name, he did know what he wanted it do, and what it could do. It was a creation that would help him craft items b'alam could wear, that would be as strong as firekin horns. And protect flesh and fur just as the horns did their heads. It was something that he and a good friend had came up with, something that was already a success as a Earthkin already proudly wore his friends work. This place would be where he would work, to make such armors for their own clan. To clad their warriors in protection, that would be as marvelous as it was strong.

Next to the hearth, in a combination of thoughts and physical strength a gruff sound left Forge as he moved a large 'centerpiece' to it's resting place. Once the anvil was set, Forge straightened and released a breath.

His dark smoky tail shifted behind him, there was no time for to long of rest. Dark paws moved over to the 'bath', and with a few quick laps of the still clean and precious water. It had yet to be used, for the 'tempering' process, so it was perfectly fine for drinking.

Moving things around and getting everything ready in the forge was more work then he realized. HE LOVED IT! It made the Tahtll feel alive, like he was doing something, he knew he was created for. He was fulfilling a purpose, not just any purpose, but his own.

Looking around he knew that this place, will to fulfill the purpose he had in mind for. Taking in a deep breath, Forge let his chest swell with pride. In time, the workshop he new would grow and become even more filled with work, but for now it was work ready. With the ore he found in the mountain face, and with the precious metals, he could start his work.

Moving from the bath, Forge moved over to where the 'smelter' was where he would metal and cast the metal that would be the start of armor. Taking in another slow breath, his ember eyes looked over his minerals. His crafter's mind fancied over with thought what else he and Maximas might discover in time to use to craft more wonders. All such things would come in time, after all just as all that was before him in his work space, it all just seemed to come to them in time. Mostly thought trail and divine knowing.

It was only a matter of time..

Forge's dark smokey tail, twitched and flicked with thought. A content smile rested on the Tahtil's maw, with another shift of his paws he moved over where his 'work bench' was and sat down before it. Physical working thoughts went back to work on what was a tattered piece of leather, that he hard worn to keep the fur on his chest un-singed. He had found that the Weaver did create them with fur that was more fire resistance, but with the temperatures of heat that he needed to work in, he found that he needed just a bit more protection. The smock that, his thoughts worked to move and repair, was essential to him in continuing his work.

Tail tip ticked studiously behind him as Forge concentrated on his work.

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