He had called the elements as always, they responded to him and his songs of welcome. Steel on coals began to whine softly almost imperceptibly as it heated. Once again the scene would seem odd to one who could see and understand all that passed in making these custom orders. This one however had never been requested. It was gift from Kruger to a friend. May she use it in good health; just not against him.
Quantum physics acknowledges there is a field that stands between physical and metaphysical worlds. In RhyDin it is more than just theory, many of the denizens native or immigrated have the ability to see this field. Were they present here now, they would notice the shifting vibrations across its surface. They might actually perceive that the seven elements needed to breach that barrier would come together in a moment. But Kruger was alone as he worked. He understood that the elements for whatever reason spoke to him, and responded to his requests. He knew that the songs he sang, and the thoughts he heard seemed to determine how a weapon gained its name. He concentrated hard on this particular piece, wanting to know if he would be able to direct it to persuade the piece to conform to his intentions.
The rod came out of the forge in his tongs, the fire and earth elementals told him of its readiness. His mind was set on the air itself as his first strike rained down on the orange glowing metal. That strike was the call, the final element needed to breach that imprisoning field. Air was what he called for, but Chaos was the word that came to him. He tried to pull away from it to push it back through that opening, but the voice forestalled him.
Wait good smith, for I am Chaos as it was originally intended. Chaos means gap and is that not the intention for this piece" Is it not meant to cause a gap" I rule in that place between earth and stars, I am the air you breathe. I have come as you asked, and will oversee this making.
Kruger heard her, though he could not see her. Chaos, Aer, she held many names. Kruger couldn't see her flowing hair that seemed to move in a breeze that didn't exist. Nor did he see the robes of white and blue, the colors of the sky during the day. He didn't see those piercing blue eyes watch him as his hammer kept a drum beat to the song he sang. He knew only that the forge was in balance. That he was at the center of that balance wielding the hammer that granted her access to his world.
A full tang was preferable in sword making; many smiths had gone to the rat tail design and covered it over with fancy hilts. At one point in the making he had thought to put a likeness of Chaos on the blade, but then something more came to his mind. It was the fact that he insisted on a full tang that made it possible to do this. Rather than mark the blade, this time he would mark the tang. It would seem a less decorative piece than many of the others which he had fashioned. This one however was meant to be used in tandem with another blade. To decorate it would make the pair seem out of balance. He continued to work the metal, but he then used a brush to paint a substance onto the blade. This would cause uneven heating. He used this method from time to time to put specific designs into his work.
When the final quench came Kruger polished the tang, and smiled at his work. There in bold letters was the blades name χάος. He spent the next several hours polishing and sharpening the dagger. Its design was that of a claymore, and it matched quite nicely the broad swords used by the Keeper of the air. The basket hilt would serve as the canvas for the likeness of Chaos. It would be subtle until the light shone through it and cast its shadow upon a wall. Then would be seen the sun, and inside of that Aer herself.
When he released the elementals, he was weary to the bone. He continued on though as if possessed of a need so great to complete this piece that all other concerns were second to this. In truth he was relieved to have nothing to think on except the next stroke of the whet stone; to have no concern other than the polishing of metal and giving it an edge. It was ecstasy in a way to have his mind emptied of everything but the job at hand.
Quantum physics acknowledges there is a field that stands between physical and metaphysical worlds. In RhyDin it is more than just theory, many of the denizens native or immigrated have the ability to see this field. Were they present here now, they would notice the shifting vibrations across its surface. They might actually perceive that the seven elements needed to breach that barrier would come together in a moment. But Kruger was alone as he worked. He understood that the elements for whatever reason spoke to him, and responded to his requests. He knew that the songs he sang, and the thoughts he heard seemed to determine how a weapon gained its name. He concentrated hard on this particular piece, wanting to know if he would be able to direct it to persuade the piece to conform to his intentions.
The rod came out of the forge in his tongs, the fire and earth elementals told him of its readiness. His mind was set on the air itself as his first strike rained down on the orange glowing metal. That strike was the call, the final element needed to breach that imprisoning field. Air was what he called for, but Chaos was the word that came to him. He tried to pull away from it to push it back through that opening, but the voice forestalled him.
Wait good smith, for I am Chaos as it was originally intended. Chaos means gap and is that not the intention for this piece" Is it not meant to cause a gap" I rule in that place between earth and stars, I am the air you breathe. I have come as you asked, and will oversee this making.
Kruger heard her, though he could not see her. Chaos, Aer, she held many names. Kruger couldn't see her flowing hair that seemed to move in a breeze that didn't exist. Nor did he see the robes of white and blue, the colors of the sky during the day. He didn't see those piercing blue eyes watch him as his hammer kept a drum beat to the song he sang. He knew only that the forge was in balance. That he was at the center of that balance wielding the hammer that granted her access to his world.
A full tang was preferable in sword making; many smiths had gone to the rat tail design and covered it over with fancy hilts. At one point in the making he had thought to put a likeness of Chaos on the blade, but then something more came to his mind. It was the fact that he insisted on a full tang that made it possible to do this. Rather than mark the blade, this time he would mark the tang. It would seem a less decorative piece than many of the others which he had fashioned. This one however was meant to be used in tandem with another blade. To decorate it would make the pair seem out of balance. He continued to work the metal, but he then used a brush to paint a substance onto the blade. This would cause uneven heating. He used this method from time to time to put specific designs into his work.
When the final quench came Kruger polished the tang, and smiled at his work. There in bold letters was the blades name χάος. He spent the next several hours polishing and sharpening the dagger. Its design was that of a claymore, and it matched quite nicely the broad swords used by the Keeper of the air. The basket hilt would serve as the canvas for the likeness of Chaos. It would be subtle until the light shone through it and cast its shadow upon a wall. Then would be seen the sun, and inside of that Aer herself.
When he released the elementals, he was weary to the bone. He continued on though as if possessed of a need so great to complete this piece that all other concerns were second to this. In truth he was relieved to have nothing to think on except the next stroke of the whet stone; to have no concern other than the polishing of metal and giving it an edge. It was ecstasy in a way to have his mind emptied of everything but the job at hand.