Forge Creation

With the room carved out, there he now had a space. Or at least something close to a space from which to work. The stone pillars, both stacked rubble and stalactites that were carved around hold the whole room up. In the center was a massive block of the granite and composite of stones that he had within the room. There was his forge. It was waiting to be released from its stone prison. He had need only to free it now.

And now he would. He left the cave to gain some finer tools. For the room itself, what he had on him had been good, but for other things... for the tools of the forge and for the tools of working the forge from the stone, he needed something. He would take the money he had and place down on the downpayment before going back into the fields outside of Nostvale. The boars were ripe for harvest like an overgrown rabbit population. With them being killed, he took the tusks and skins, selling them for the money he needed.

ONce that was over and done with, he took the tools, stuffing them in the same hasty and odd fashion he usually did within his pack, and returned to his hole in the depths of the trystle. There he immediately set to work, referencing the basic forges and heating designs. It would not be a simple one however. It was intricate. Made for reaching scorching temperatures. He needed to add runes to it at another time.

For now... the forge would begin to take shape. A great and bellowing furnace in the depths of the trystle.
(Malus)