The white marble halls was abuzz with activity, mortals of many species working the divine tools to learn and to aid the creation of ever more impressive wonders and to learn new ways of making things that will impress and last through the ages.
Some dwarves were working the bellows of one of the minor forges, so that their master could get the heat he wanted to forge a blade.

But something didn't go well for the smith and as a loud 'ting' could be heard as he quenched the blade, with speed he retracted it and furiously looked at the smoking blade and the long visible crack in its form.
He was scowling viciously and turning red.
-"That's it, what sort of miracle forge is this? Isn't the tools the ones that make the best things? Whom make failures never happen, the perfect foundry of heaven!?" He was barking this and turned to his worried servants, saliva began to be flung from his mouth as he kept on raving and threw the ruined blade.
-"BEGONE! Damned blade, this is not how it's supposed to be! Divine forge? Yeah right!" The loud clatter of the blade and the ravings of the dwarven master smith made most work end within the foundry, but most importantly the figure within the upper section descended with heavy trods down the three-step tall, wide stair.

As the dwarf kept on his anger fit and kicked a bucket and tossed down some tools at the floor some within the foundry were gasping, others were already getting out of here while the smiths servants hid from the looming presence which was nearing.
With a careful hand he picked up the blade, apart from the crack the workmanship was solid, a leaf blade shape with a shallow central groove.
-"This blade is not worthy of the divine forge, nor is it worthy of having been made by a 'master', how did you ever manage to claim such a title?" The booming voice of [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] made the dwarf stop and turn slowly to find the forge god himself inspecting his ruined blade.
Fear in his eyes, shuddering and gaping he didn't manage to form words.
With an initial calm [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] spoke once more.
-"When a god speaks, it's prudent to answer... especially if the one questioned is in the gods HOME! Working HIS TOOLS!!!!" The halls began to shake, dark clouds roiled outside as the volcano rumbled and spewed black smoke.
-"ANSWER ME! Mortal!" [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] now faced the pathetic dwarf and pointed the ruined blade directly at him.

After promptly soiling himself the dwarf fell to his knees and cupped his hands in lamentation.
-"I'm sorry my lord, i'm... i'm sorry... i was given the title..." The smith began to speak but was violently cut off by the furious god present.
-"You claimed the title of master yourself, with ambitions only to earn wealth and power. To further your own standing in your society, not a thought of what wonders to make. Only greeeeeed...."
With a snotty cry the dwarf begged.
-"I can change, i can become better.... i could..." Cut off again, [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] proclaimed his verdict.

-"You will not change, times before have i witnessed your work, i have felt every strike of the hammer that missed its target and struck the anvil, every tool blamed, every failure."
[i][b]Ha[/b][/i] grabbed the soiled mess and dragged him to the anvil which had produced the faulty blade, put the dawrfs left hand on top of it and the forge god raised Ha-mmer towards the ceiling and boomed out.
-"And that is just within these walls, i grow tired of you blaming my perfect tools for your own failings, time and time again you will deny the true cause unless i say no."
Ha-mmer struck the hand upon the anvil, but instead of blood and gore the hand was violently dished and looked more like a painted piece of leather than a hand, the dwarf was screaming and crying, his servants panicking unable to move.
-"There is a simple punishment for those that disrespect..." With a push of his foot, the dwarf was pushed to the floor and clasping his ruined hand in panic.
-"A tarnished work." [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] incanted, putting the failed sword upon the anvil and struck it once, the head of Ha-mmer catching fire as it slammed into the blade and shattered it in a single blow into a thousand pieces, a second after they spread out however, they froze mid-air and began to return slowly to the anvil.
-"Fear from mortals minds." The forge god grasped in front of the dwarf smiths servants, blueish tendrils came from the ears and noses of them and danced into the grasp of the lord of crafts in an orb with a purple heart.
This orb was laid upon the anvil and began to absorb the shards of the broken blade which sped up their unnaturally slow flight and within a second went from slowly gliding to shooting themselves into the glowing orb of fear.
Shortly after the violent might of Ha-mmer struck it, flattening it. The echo ringing through the halls, out into the realm of the gods and through the heavens.
-"And finally.... [color=9e0b0f]the sinner[/color]." [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] turned to the dwarf, whom now was screaming with terror and tried to back off, to no avail as [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] took a single step, grabbed the dwarf by the apron and slammed him upon the anvil, the gods eyes turning ablaze as he stared upon the struggling mortal below him as Ha-mmer was raised once more.

The final stroke shook the foundations of the world, all over creation unease was felt for a moment, in heaven the echo lasted for just a moment of eternity and within the forge the blast threw all within the forge to the ground apart from the divine.

Upon the disc, a tortured visage could be easily seen, it seemed to slowly move and writhe in anguish.
With a strong gait, [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] walked to the entrance and hung the disc next to the others, several rows of them, but there always seemed to be room to hang it in head height for the master of the forge.
It took a moment, after admiring his work, for [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] to turn to those within the forge and give them all a glare.

-"You may return to your work, now you know what happens to those that sin towards me." His voice much calmer now.
The silence was broken as one of the dwarfs servants began to sprint as fast as he could out of the forge, soon almost all of the mortals present were fleeing the forge.
A single human and two ogres stood firm but with a distinct fear in their eyes and a sudden but perhaps not so strange newfound veneration for the tools as they returned to work.
The human man filing the handle of a tin cup and the ogres knapping stone of a block.

As [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] returned to his workstation, an angel of constantly turning copper gears and sprockets approached the lord of walls and spoke.
-"Masterful one, i return with thy due." As the angel held up an ugly twig with a single leaf upon, which [i][b]Ha[/b][/i] took and studied. Then put in a drawer in a bookcase nearby.
-"Excellent, while it lacks quality it is sufficient, you may rest until i need your services again." The angel nodded and backed off to a wall which promptly opened itself with a mechanical motion to let the angel through and then reconstructed itself as the forge lord returned and sat down to study a small silver leaf which laid upon the anvil of his own workstation.
Stroking his chin and pondering.