A man clad in a decorated armor in color of plain iron marches to the Great Foundry and expresses his desire to participate in the initiation test, to show his talent in smithing and to assume his position as student under teaching of Godsman Kala Ta'kan whom was the member to direct him here to begin with.
Given the chance, he'd make his way to a smithing station, and from within his backpack recover a set of smith tools. Of course given the restrictions his armor would place him in, he would take a moment to remove it. After this he would take either metal from his own backpack or if supplied by the foundry he'd use it and give it a look for the metal purity. Then place the ingot into a melting pot, but for now allows it to linger there waiting for a while.
Instead he concentrates upon creating himself a mold of a sort by fashioning it with clay to create a long straight vertical hole, roughly shaped to that of a blade that he sinks to sand. Now he turns the melting pot above forge and fans heat to bend the metal to its molten form. After it is done, with smiths tonsils he'd take great caution to pour the liquid metal into the hole left made to the clay and pour it down it, after completely full he'd shut it with clay on top. Slowly but surely he'd retrieve the clay mold and its molten metal content from the sand containment and place the mold and its contents to waterthrough to allow the metal cool and be forced to maintain its current shape.
After it has coold down enough, he'd move the entire thing to an anvil and carefully remove the clay structure that is clearly damaged by the major heat alterations, its contents revealing an uneven, yet distinguishable blade-like object with some metal shrapnels extending over the intended final blade shape. From this point on he'd rely more on the smith hammer as well as the heat of the foundry to give it bright yellow-orange tint whilst he pounds the blade to take its straight shape, and thin it slowly and surely to ensure that it is of a proper proportion.
As this phase is done, he studies the blade further on, seemingly content of work so far, once more he heats it from tip to the middle to bright yellow-orange hue, expresses them to step back as he approaches the waterthrough and instead of dipping it to the water, he'd strike it with a wide top-down strike, however halt the strike before it hits the bottom of the waterthrough, as result of such action the blade now curved slightly, he'd repeat it again and it'd curve further to a distinguishable scimitar-like form. Blade still however was dull, and the last portion of his work concentrated to sharpening it and removing the rough edges with the sharpening stone.
Only one thing remained after the blade had finally taken its proper and mostly final state, and that was to finish the hilt. For the hilt he had chosen a rather simplistic wrap of a rug which he rolled and crossed over itself, midway he nailed a thin metal nail through it and struct both ends to align with the hilt, then continue rolling the rug over the nail and ensure it gets even hold. Once it was done, he'd present the scimitar he had just created for the members of Godsmen for evaluation. It wasn't work of an art, but definitely competitive to any basic unenchanted weaponry that could be found in a store.
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An aging dwarven blacksmith naked from the waist up approaches the man, his body decorated with glistening beads of sweat. He nods to confirm whether the scimitar is complete or not, then begins to examine it with great care.
The dwarf first inspects the item visually, his eyes travelling over the shaft, the pommel, the blade. He then runs his stout fingers upon the item and palpates the various parts very, very deliberately with both eyes closed - he seems to almost be lost in a trace. An observer knows that he is feeling the item's surface and taking note of any irregularities (or lack thereof). Finally, the dwarf picks up the scimitar, and checks the overall balance of the weapon. The whole process is longer than one would ever imagine a weapon inspection to take. Throughout it all, the dwarf doesn't say a word to, nor even glances towards the one who crafted the weapon.
The dwarf finally approaches after several moments of contemplation, and delivers his appraisal in a booming, confident voice:
"A competent weapon not without some exceptional qualities like its balanced weight, nor without its drawbacks like the rudimentary rug-grip. It has...great promise in the right hands. The tiny notches on the blade might initially seem as a disadvantage as they make for a less smooth swing, but they are unexpected, and can catch the blade of a foe within themselves, leading to an advantage in battle in the right hands. A unique quality not available in so-called impeccable or 'Masterwork' blades.
I have seen far worse blades used for great tasks like taking down powerful foes or to assist in someone's disguise. There is a certain power to something that isn't quite yet..perfect, for it has unexpected potential in the right hands. I think you could do very well with it."
He smiles to reveal a clean set of square teeth and finally says:
"Good Work"
The dwarf first inspects the item visually, his eyes travelling over the shaft, the pommel, the blade. He then runs his stout fingers upon the item and palpates the various parts very, very deliberately with both eyes closed - he seems to almost be lost in a trace. An observer knows that he is feeling the item's surface and taking note of any irregularities (or lack thereof). Finally, the dwarf picks up the scimitar, and checks the overall balance of the weapon. The whole process is longer than one would ever imagine a weapon inspection to take. Throughout it all, the dwarf doesn't say a word to, nor even glances towards the one who crafted the weapon.
The dwarf finally approaches after several moments of contemplation, and delivers his appraisal in a booming, confident voice:
"A competent weapon not without some exceptional qualities like its balanced weight, nor without its drawbacks like the rudimentary rug-grip. It has...great promise in the right hands. The tiny notches on the blade might initially seem as a disadvantage as they make for a less smooth swing, but they are unexpected, and can catch the blade of a foe within themselves, leading to an advantage in battle in the right hands. A unique quality not available in so-called impeccable or 'Masterwork' blades.
I have seen far worse blades used for great tasks like taking down powerful foes or to assist in someone's disguise. There is a certain power to something that isn't quite yet..perfect, for it has unexpected potential in the right hands. I think you could do very well with it."
He smiles to reveal a clean set of square teeth and finally says:
"Good Work"