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((This post by Dakon))
A stone archway at the foot of the mountain leads into a shadowy world lit by hellfire. A sign hangs over the door, reading "If you don't have the experience, don't touch anything." Over the arch is a long crack that continues to emit sooty smoke that has stained the rock over the years. A huge wheel barrow full of coal sits outside with a tarp covering. Inside, several large forges sit against one wall, coals glowing fitfully. All manner of tools lie scattered around the room, from child sized chisels to 50 pound hammers. Next to the only other door is a long rack of heavy leather aprons, all showing numerous burns and scrapes. Through the door is a large store room full of various metals stacked against three walls.

Day 0
Afternoon

Dakon stood at the entrance to the forge, looking up at the sign. He chuckled to himself as he moved to the side to allow a forge worker to leave carrying an armful of metal hinges. From inside came the clanging of numerous hammers and the rasp of metal files. Blinking at the sudden gloom, Dakon looked around at the large smithy. It was more or less what he had expected, and he saw the large anvil that would be perfect for what he had in mind.

Moving over to a burly smith wielding a 40 pound hammer on a pike, Dakon tapped the man on the shoulder. Throwing a look over his shoulder, the man picked the weapon up easily and shoved it into a barrel of water, causing a cloud of steam to rise up.

The two had a short whispered conversation with many of the apprentices and workers looking on curiously. The master smith frowned at Dakon, then shook his head. Dakon continued to speak, waving his hands slightly at some of the tools. Finally the smith sighed, nodding once before moving to the center of the room.

"Listen up everyone! Seeing as we are two weeks ahead of schedule, I think it's time to take a small break. Be back here in one week."

The apprentices whooped in pleasure and quickly doused their projects, creating chaos as everyone cleaned as fast as they could. Within 20 min of the announcement the last worker was leaving.

The master was the last to go, still drying his hands as he walked with Dakon to the door. "You remember that this is my forge, and dragon rider or not, you will abide by my rules. Understood?"

"Yes Master Smith, but my project requires a certain amount of secrecy. Thank you for your understanding." Dakon said, a large leather curtain in his hand.

With a grunt the smith was through the door, which Dakon then covered with the leather curtain, shutting off view to the outside. Removing his shirt, he donned one of the leather aprons against one wall. He reached into the bag he had brought with him and pulled out a perfect block of what appeared to be iron. Tossing the block into the biggest forge, Dakon began pumping the bellows to awaken the fire.

Day 2
Early Morning

Dakon wiped his brow as he dumped the iron back into the forge, shifting it until it was buried in the center of the burning coals, where the red light turned white and scorched the air. He went outside, shovel in hand to get more coal. Pushing the cover aside, he was surprised to see the sun coming up over the mountains and Koth asleep a few paces outside the door.

<How long have you been here?> He sent to the slumbering dragon, who snorted before opening one blue eyelid.

<Better question is how long do you intend to be here without sleeping or eating?> The dragon responded drily, sitting up and stretching like a cat, his long black tongue snaking between his large white teeth as he yawned.

<What do you mean?> Dakon asked, shoving the shovel into the coal bin outside.

<This is day two. You have been pounding away inside there for two days now. Even the warren lady is starting to wonder what you are on about.>

Dakon smirked when he heard the dragon's words, nonplussed. <Well, I did warn you I might be busy for the next few days.>

<Busy and insane are two different things. You need to sleep.> the dragon insisted, folding his wings around him as he sat up to his full hieght.

<I will be fine.> Dakon covered the coal with the tarp, then picked the shovel up and moved back into the forge. Opening the small iron door at the base of the forge, he quickyl threw the coal in and kicked the doot shut with his foot. Going back to the bellows, he quickly lost himself in the flow of the movement, up and down, up and down.

<Ok, if you wont sleep, at least eat something. Even dragons have to eat a few times a week, and you are certainly no dragon.> Koth said from outside, becoming irritated.

<I'll be fine.> Dakon snapped, grasping the tongs and lifting the white hot metal out of the forge. Slapping it down on the anvil, he picked up the hammer from where he had left it and began to pound the metal into shape.

<What are you doing?> Koth asked, curiosity over riding his concern for his rider.

In response Dakon sent Koth a mental image. A sword three inches across gleamed in the sunlight, made of a dark metal that still reflected the light. The blade ran straight for four feet before curving sharply at the end. The cross guard was two ornate, outstretched blue dragon wings. In the center where the two wings connected was a single blue dragon scale, fused seamlessly with the metal. The long hilt was wrapped in black leather and capped at the end with an engraved silver ball.

<I have never seen metal that color before.> The dragon responded.

<And you most likely never will.> Dakon sent back, burying the metal in coals and starting the bellows again. <The metal doesn't occure in nature; once you finish the shape you want, you get the metal white hot and then cool it in a special chemical bath. This has been passed down for generations in my family.>

Koth did not respond this time, aware how sensitive his rider was about his past and family. The only reason the dragon knew anything was because Dakon trusted him with his life and therefore some of his secrets.

<It's alright, you can ask.> Dakon sent in response to the wave of feelings that came form Koth.

<Why are you making it? I thought you had swore to sever that part of your life?>

<Because it's taken me 5 years to realize that is my home and my family. And I will use the ancient art of sword making that was taught to me and create a sword unlike any this warren has seen. With that sword I will cut down any who threaten the people here.>

Koth sighed, causing the flap covering the door to lift slightly. <Fine, but you will eat something.>

<I can't. This blade must never cool until it is bathed in chemicals and finished. If the blade cools before, the spirit of the metal will die.> Dakon snapped, pulling the blade from the coals.

<And if you don't eat, you will die!> Koth snapped back, energy crackling from the corners of his mouth.

Dakon continued to pump the bellows silently for a few moments, shutting his mind from Koth. He knew the dragon was right, but tradition demanded that the blade was forged in one session. Then a thought struck him, and Dakon grunted as he buried the blade as deep as he could in the coals.

Tradition was that the blade be forged all at once, but before that begin, the child had to partake in the meal of metal. This was said to strengthen the spirit of the creator to withstand the numerous days in a row it took to forge the blade. This meal was made with rare ingredients and did indeed work. Now Dakon realized that the meal simply gave the person enough energy to go several days without eating.

Dakon quickly cleaned himself in the barrel of clean water off to the side, enough to get the stink off, though the soot still remained in many spots. Banking the fire before he left, Dakon pushed aside the leather cover over the door and blinked at the light of the new day. Koth crouched outside, still angry.

<Fine, I will get some food. On one condition.>

<What?!> Koth snapped.

<You stay here and make sure no one enters this room. And I mean no one.>

The dragon snorted, pushing Dakon aside and sitting his bulk directly in front of the door. <Fine, but if Jalaran or her rider come by, they get to see the blade.>

Dakon almost responded before he realized who Koth was talking about. Shaking his head, he headed towards the dining hall, muttering all the way. Koth settled down in front of the door, prepared to wait.

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((This post by Tarika))

Day 2
Early Morning

Tarika sat in her office, shuffling through a stack of papers, she gave a sigh as she shoved the stack of papers aside. She had been up before the sun, getting a few things done after she had gone into the Hatching Cavern, to visit with Jalaran.

As she sat there lost in thought, her thoughts had wandered to the new young man, Dakon and what he was doing in the Warren's Forge. She knew he had been there for two days now, with no sleep or food...because Jalaran had spoken with his dragon, Koth.

Deciding to take a break, and get a bit of fresh air...she stood from her chair, stretched her muscles a bit, then headed out of the Warren offices, and out on the Green.

As she continued on her way, she soon found herself at the door to the forge. Looking up at the sign above the door for a moment, before continuing on into the forge...following her way into the forge room...where she stopped when she spotted Koth.

Dakon was no where in sight.

Looking up at Koth, hoping he'd 'want ' to speak to her, she gave a warming smile. *Where's your rider Koth? I wish to speak with him and know what he's doing down here!* she mentally sent the thought to him.

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((This post by Dakon))

Day 2
Early Morning

Koth saw the warren lady approaching from across the green and hoped she was coming for something near him and not what was in the room behind him.

He listened to her message for a moment, blinking his eyes lazily. Without moving his body, he turned and looked in the direction of the dining hall. <I made him get food. He wasn't going to, but I threatened to bring the mountain down on him if he didn't.>

((Sorry Dakon...was trying to move the topic, into the Forge section...and it somehow doubled up on the topics...so i tried deleting one of them...and it deleted both somehow...thankfully I copy/pasted the whole thing prior to that just in case. So that is why it looks like this! If you want you can go through, copy/paste your posts, so that it's under your name...then I can fix it so the posts are in order. Or we can leave it...it's up to you!))
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