Creation

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Telchar peered over the snowy forests east of Kal'Azgoth, searching for a cave he had seen when he first entered the borders of the Dwarf Nation just months before. His blue eyes scoped the landscape like a hawk might, and before long, the proud Dwarf discovered the old abandoned mine that he was looking for. 

 

"'ope there's somethin' down 'ere..."

 

Telchar held his chisel and hammer close to his chest with one hand, and lifted a blazing torch in the other as he stepped down into the ancient cave. Several insects scuttled from their dark corners, and hid from the light as he wandered past. Passing many empty hallways, and burning his way through several cobwebs, Telchar searched for something that might be of use for his to-be profession; jeweling. His search for a mentor had proved to be useless, and so he was going to search for gems and precious materials on his own.

 

Luckily, after a long walk into the cave, the firelight from his torch made something in a dark, damp corridor shine... The small outcropping of rock, a rich green hue, sparkled as the light from the torch danced on it. After closer inspection and intrigue, Telchar found the gem to be an emerald. Grinning, and embedding his torch into the soft dirt below, Telchar lifted his chisel to the rock and slammed the chisel's end with a hammer. Slowly, he was chipping away the rock that held the emerald inside of it.

 

After several hours, the emerald finally gave way, a thumb sized block of green gem falling away from the rock and into Telchar's stubby hands. It had a rough, uneven surface, but that would change, as soon as Telchar began the next process of his creation...

 

(more to come as this piece of jewelry is made in RP!)

[bov61 32]

*Somewhere a tear rolls down Rehki's cheek

((You my good man, are an excellent writer))

[Meanking 311]

((Good read sir!

[TheNander 241]

((This was a good read... Now go vote on MEICA. Wrong Telchar.))

[Dun_Irongut 104]

((Very much enjoyed this. 

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Hours and hours were spent in a small workshop in the Artisan Hall; if anyone were to pass it, they would continuously hear grinding noises, small tinkerings, occasionally a loud hammering, and rarely, curse words. Telchar was working strenuously on the emerald that he had found, slowly shaping it, and grinding away uneven surfaces with sandstone, and polishing its surface with precious oils. 

 

After much time had passed, and days gone by, Telchar lifted the little emerald in his hand. It was considerably smaller than it was before, due mostly to a few incidents and much grinding, but its beauty was unmatched in his eyes. It glittered and sparkled in the light of the workshop, and made his stomach giddy with joy. Holding it in his hands, Telchar was satisfied with his work thus far. 

 

 

Telchar, however, was not finished. What is a trinket that you cannot show off? Nothing, nothing. Stuffing the gemstone into his pocket, Telchar departed quickly to a nearby shop and purchased expensive ferrum from a fat, greedy Dwarf. Along with the ferrum, he purchased strong clay, which he would use to make a mould for his creation. Sparing no time to speak to the fellow Dwarves around him, Telchar briskly made his way back to the Artisan Hall. Dumping the things that he had bought at the shop, Telchar immediately began working.

 

First, a mould had to be made. Using the clay that he had bought, Telchar's hands carefully morphed it together, and carved a simple ring shape into it. It would be one that would fit snugly on a finger, while possessing the size to hold artistic runes. Also carved in was a pocket to hold and flaunt the gem, when it was ready to be set. Telchar then fired the clay, hardening it. The clay mould making was, simply put, one of the easier parts of the creation. 

 

Next came the smelting of the ferrum. The ferrum, a good, strong metal (commonly called iron), took a while to melt down, but when it was finally melted, it resembled the magma that lays in the underbelly of the world. Carrying the melted substance in a surprisingly strong bucket, a technology that the Dwarves had held for many years, Telchar dumped the fiery liquid into the mould. After time passed, the metal cooled, and it was at that point that Telchar removed it with a pair of tongs, and carved a few simple words from the Dwarven language into it. He also bezeled a long notch into the crown of the ring, so that the emerald might hold snugly into it.  He burnt his hand once in this process.

 

The time at last came where Telchar could set his precious emerald into the ring. It was handsome so far, but it looked naked without the gem inside of it. Using, once again, his beloved tongs, Telchar lifted up his gem, and slowly lowered it down into the crown of the ring. It took a few tries to get it to slip inside, along with some pulling and tinkering, but finally, the gem fell into the crown with a "clunk".

 

 

 

Smiling and admiring his precious ring, as he polished its surface with care, Telchar muttered, "The firs' ring... Me firs' creation... I's readeh!"

[Kaiser 2347]

((I'll bite, how much $$$))

[Moot 1719]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.