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Jarett blinked at the sword then glanced back at his companions. Was he supposed to hold it? Was this a test? Jarett stood there until Valen walked over to talk to the bald man. Valen was right to think Jarett didn't have the strength to pick up a greatsword as tall as him, but Jarett wasn't someone to underestimate. He ignored Valen's words and chuckle as he reached over and took the sword in his hands. It was heavy. So heavy that Jarett grunted softly when he took it off the smith's hands and held it at waist level. He would never be able to wield a weapon such as this, and he didn't want to. The ebony greatsword brought bad memories back to the front of his mind that the Redguard would rather forget them. Still, he held the sword and looked at the Nord in front of him for a reaction.


the nord laughed at the breton struggle and nodded "Alright, a man who is willing to accept a blade that is to much even for them is worth the metal in my fires, How can i help you today?" he took the sword back and put it on a table next to a long ebony crafted case, he spat into the forge causing a sizzle on the hot coals and he then grabbed another piece of ebony metal and stuck it in a smelter of his own design and the metal started to melt slowly and flowed into a stone bucket that was over another firenear a series of molds "Did you need a weapon or had a question?"

he asked as his back faced the group as he started at a couple of hammers on mounts each one marked with a elemental rune and he reached up with his ebony gauntlet and grabbed the one imbued with lightening and he then walked over to the stone bucket and poured it into the mold for a dagger and her scrapped away the excess melted metal from the mold and let it cool slightly before taking it out of the mold and hitting it with the hammer her chose causing every strike to sound like thunder
Thraine stopped mid swing when he heard someone call out to him and he looked over at the Redguard and eyed him for a second before finish his swing and made the metal clang one last time before nodding to his assistant and the Imperial pulled the hot metal from the anvil and dipped it into the barrel of cold water and the metal sizzled as it went in and when it was pulled back out it was forming up to be a beautifully made ebony great sword, he then grabbed it from his assistant and walked over to the Redguard before spitting in a spit tune off to the side making a clang as it went into the metal pot and he held up the ebony great sword looking at the blade before holding it out to the Redguard.

His eyes as fierce as the fire he forged with, staring at the Redguard, starring at him waiting, a slight breeze goes by as he waits holding out the blade. The assistant has seen him do this dozens of times to test the person of their judgement, and to see if they were worth his time. The Smith continued to stare reading the Redguard, the crowd stood in silence and the guards readied themselves for any form of trouble.@Rodiak
Thraine hammered away at the hot metal and he set the hammer down and reached for a black ebony guantlet that was a bit bigger than normal guantlets of that particular make and he rolled his shoulder a bit before clenching his fist and hitting the metal with the guatlet cover hand and turning it over before hitting the otherside and repeated with every turn of the hot metal before putting it in a barrel of cold water. He then took the guantlet off and began to whistle while walking over to a cart with barrels in it lifting a small barrel that looked like it was a keg of Mead and set it down near the leather rack he hand and popped the lid off revealing more dwarven oil and he grabbed one of the brown leathers off the table and dipped it into the barrel before drapping it over a pole "there we are. Now ill let that cure for a bit. Hey imperial. That axe is sharp enough. Take it to the guard and becareful. Im not responcible if you lodge that weapon in someone or yourself." The assistant nodded and took off without a word.

Thraine then grabbed the metal he was working on and it shimmered like ebony and he inspected it before putting it back into the fire and he spat and sniffed before reaching into a black leather pouch and pulled out a pinch of fire salts. And dripped them onto the blade. The black metal sparked and began to glow hot again in time for the assistant to get back. "Grab hold and turn when i tell you too" he brought the hot metal to the anvil and the assistant grabbed the glowing metal and waited.

Thraine then grabbed hold of a black ebony double sided hammer and he looked at the metal and inhaled before swing the hammer and then repeated telling the Assistant to turn the metal ever 3 swings
A explosion happened to go off just outside the walls of solitude, "Damn it all to the Devines, you poor excuse of a assistant. I told you to pay attention. The Dwemer oil is hard to come by and ypu just had to put a hot piece of metal in it thinking it was water?!" A Bald nord face blackened by the explosion and his beard slightly singed was bellowing at the top of his lungs at a Imperial assistant. "Im sorry sir its just..." the Nord glared and slammed his ebony covered fist down against his anvil. "I have no time for your excuses you half wit!" He bellowed.

A Guard walked up to the furious blacksmith "Is there a problem here?" The Nord looked at her and with a smile he spoke. "None at all maam. Just a mistake that is being corrected at the moment turns out good help is hard to find these days." She scoffed and turned to walk away "excuse me maam if you wouldnt mind. Your axe looks to be a little on the dull side. If you wouldnt mind i would like to give my assistant a second chance and have him sharpen your weapon. At least he cant mess that up at least" the solitude guard drew her axe and ran her finger along the blade and nodded at the blacksmith.

He took the blade from her and handed it to his assistant who proceeded to take it to the grinding stone and began to sharpen the blade while Thraine walked over to his forge and pulled out a hot blade and began to hammer it down
@Frenzyok thanks
Ok. Quick question where is everyone located. From what i have read. Everyone is in Solitude. I just wanna be sure im starting near the group before i make a post
APPEARANCE
Name: Thraine Hamerson
Age: 35
Race: Nord
Height: 6'7
Eye color: Blue

Main Class: Warrior
Secondary Class: Brawler
Weapons: Ebony Hammer
Armor: Ebony Armor
Clothes: Blacksmiths apron but continues to wear his ebony gauntlets while at the forge

Shout you will learn: Fire Breath

Biography (Optional): (WIP)
Marital Status: Single
Relationships(With cannon NPC'S) (Optional): customers only

(The weapon and armor is the set used in the Old Kingdom Mods. Also is known as the Traveling Blacksmith.)
APPEARANCE
Name: Thraine Hamerson
Age: 35
Race: Nord
Height: 6'7
Eye color: Blue

Main Class: Warrior
Secondary Class: Brawler
Weapons: Ebony Hammer
Armor: Ebony Armor
Clothes: Blacksmiths apron but continues to wear his ebony gauntlets while at the forge

Shout you will learn: Fire Breath

Biography (Optional): (WIP)
Marital Status: Single
Relationships(With cannon NPC'S) (Optional): customers and some helpers around the forge. Most likely temperary assistants.

(The weapon and armor is the set used in the Old Kingdom Mods. Also is known as the Traveling Blacksmith.)
@Eviledd1984awesome and will do
@Eviledd1984 would like to join in if possible, if not its cool
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