Topic: Introduction and Setting

Kruger

Date: 2012-01-08 17:43 EST
Embers Uncounted

We have all seen it, the spark that flies. Metal heats, and is struck sending those sparks careening into darkness. Those sparks go uncounted, their pathway ignored by their makers. Many embers fall simply to die on the cold floor, however some have greater destiny.

Perhaps a spark lands rolling under forge and out of sight. There it ignites the dust like tinder, to smolder and smoke. When the bellows blow, will this ember cause the fire that ignites an entire block? Embers burn hot, their light dull but visible in the dark shadows, that heat could change the course of events. One such ember may fall into the pathway of the rat in the corner and change its direction. That little rodent may encounter a beautiful young woman who falls shrieking into your arms.

Do we thank the maker for the embers that fall, or shall we spit his name with venom, and gnash our canine teeth towards him. The embers go uncounted by the maker; it is up to us to tell their tales.

(The preceding is to serve as a welcome of sorts. The maker within it is simply the creator. We are the embers telling the tales. All are welcome within this folder. Enter with my blessing and tell us of your ember's path.)

Kruger

Date: 2013-08-03 00:05 EST
Forge setting

The smell of brimstone greets you as you enter the forge. The walls are lined with shelves, on those shelves his inventory. Weapons in many forms sit neatly on the shelves, dust kept to a surprising minimum. A workstation that has a few desk drawers can be found deeper within, a chair for sitting in when the work is on small scale. Clamps and tools line the workstation. Within the drawers can be found technical drawings.

The ceiling is parabolic, and every echo in the place seems to find itself sent to the anvil which lays at the center of the forge. On the floor a pentacle is painted, and the circle encompassing it seems to have purpose. Inside the circle the tools of his trade can be found.

The Anvil a curiously carved affair, of wood and iron. The base was once a single large stump, but has been carved into a kneeling woman bent back and looking skywards. Her hands hold to her chest the anvil, another sculpted piece, though the medium has changed. A male bent on one knee over the face of the woman, one hand rests on his knee the arm bent at the elbow extends out to become the horn. At his foot rests a cross peen hammer. He leans in low over the woman as though to gently kiss her neck. His other hand wrapping about her possessively, his back holds the flattened work area that the smith will use for his labor. The piece is easily the most extravagant within the forge.

To the north a rack that is filled with rods and ingots that will be used to make the items that come out of the forge. Many types of metals are present, enough to give a variety of choices. To the east is the bellows chain. It often has his hand on it while he stokes the fires hotter. To the south a large forge where the coals are held and the fires are lit. There are often many different pieces present within the fires all in varying stages of completion. To the west is the quench, the briny waters present in a tub large enough to allow him to place entire breastplates for armors he has made.

Tools hang along walls and on a rack above the anvil. The practiced hand of the smith able to pluck down what he needs without glancing away from his work. The floor is stone so that hot embers don't start fires.