[center][h3][color=a0410d]Adrian Goodguard[/color][/h3][/center][hr]To say that Adrian was satisfied by the answer, would be a lie. It did not offer him the answers he wished for. The only thing it did provide was a tiny fraction of insight on the spirit god. Well, it was something. His time was not entirely wasted. But right now he had to return to his workshop with haste. With only a week to finish a sword worthy of a god, Adrian knew very well he’d miss many hours of sleep. But in the end, he knew it would be worth it. Once arrived at his workshop he unceremonially lit his forge. His great-grandfather would have cursed him for that. But then again, his great-grandfather only ever lit a furnace four times in his life. Every time it was the Dragonfang Forge. Which was not just some stone construction keeping the heat and the coals inside like this furnace was. The Dragonfang Furnace burned with the inner flame of a dragon. Such a lighting demanded a ceremony. But the brick construction of the workshop paled in comparison, thus no ceremony was required according to Adrian.

After adding the coals he began to take out the ingots of metal. He piled the steel up and wrapped it in wet paper. After that, he packed some clay around it and slowly put it in the hot fire. He did the same with the mithril and then started fanning the flames with his bellows. It was a tough job and filled the workshop with the smell of smoke. Inside the forge, the clay and paper kept the ingots together. At least for long enough so they were welded together to form one, big clump of metal. The paper itself would burn off, and the clay could be slammed off with a hammer. After some time, Adrian reckoned an hour or two, he was confident the ingots at fused with one another. Making one bar of steel and another made from mithril. He took each one out and laid it on a watered anvil. A method to protect the heavy object from the heat. With his wooden hammer, he hit each of the bars a few times, slamming off the hardened clay. After which he put them back into the forge.

But then began the difficult part. In his mind, the blade looked like a normal, steel one. The mithril laid in its core, hidden from the light and those who valued mithril only for its ivory white color. Adrian would only use the mighty material for its properties. That meant sealing away the mithril within the steel. He first folded the steel twice, to make sure it was nicely layered. Then, when he cut the hammered steel ingot in two, he did not fuse it immediately together. Instead, he pulled out the mithril ingot and put the white-hot bar in between the red hot steel pieces. He hit the entire bar a few times with his hammer and then the whole bar was shoved back into the coals to heat up again. Flames spat out from the forge as fresh air was pushed through the warm charcoal. Once sufficiently heated, he pulled the fused bar out again, hammering away but not folding it. Making sure the mithril was, at all sides but the top sealed away from view by steel. It was a harder task than he wished for. As he wrestled with hammer metal he had to read the difference in color, trying to see where the mithril was still thick and where the thinner steel began. Swallowing hard he started fearing that maybe he should have flattened out the mithril bar itself first.[hr][hider=Action]
[b]Action 1 - Smithing:[/b] Heating up the metals.
[b]Action 2 - Smithing:[/b] Forge-welding a steel-mithril bar.
[i]Resources used:[/i] 4 Steel, 3 Mithril
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