You finish this round of work on your bronze bar and set the tongs on the anvil, realizing that there's more work to be done before the bronze bar will resemble its intended form.
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You glance in the tempering trough and see that it has been filled with water.  Reassured that all is ready, you commence with your work.
Roundtime: 180 sec.
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The dull orange glow filling the gaps between the coals pulses brighter.

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Slowly, the glow seeps upward into the coals themselves, turning them a bright red-orange.  Clothing darkens with perspiration as the newly awakened heat floods the room.

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Within the forge, the lifeless grey of the bronze bar begins to fade as the bar takes on the glow from the surrounding coals.

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You watch the bronze bar, waiting for the yellowish orange coloring of workable bronze.

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Confident that the bronze has reached the right temperature, you draw the glowing bar from the forge.  Turning, you lay the bronze bar on the anvil and, holding it firmly with the tongs, you begin to shape it with your forging-hammer.

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Hot, dim, reddish sparks fly in all directions as you hammer away at your bronze bar.

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You hammer until the glow has faded from the bronze bar, then return it to the coals of the forge.

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You wipe sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand as you wait for the bronze bar to heat back up.

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You draw the glowing bar from the forge and resume your work.

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Beneath the steady rain of hammer-falls, blackened bits of excess bronze fall about the base of the anvil.

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Beneath the steady rain of hammer-falls, blackened bits of excess bronze fall about the base of the anvil.

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Glowing, dim, reddish sparks fly in all directions as you hammer away.

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You finish your work and straighten up.  Turning the bronze dagger-blade you nod, satisfied with your work.

You plunge the still glowing dagger-blade into the tempering trough.

With a satisfying * HISSSSSSSSSSS * the glowing dagger-blade turns the trough's contents to steam!  Heat fades quickly from the bronze as the cloud billows up past the hanging crystal and spreads across the ceiling.