Adamantine and Gaunts

Fire. Fire. More Fire as the plumes of smoke rose from the billowing furnace. By now, after days, the entire room was filled with the sooty and terrible smoke that characterized the furnace now. It clung to his clothes. To his body. To his skin. It clung to everything but his lungs, as the fumes began to rise, he had carved pockets in the roof where the smoke would collect, and disperse through the millions of minisule pores in the cave, and if the fire burned to intense for too long, then he simply smoldered it for the time, and waited for the smoke to disperse. It was a combination of an intuitive solution with very simple practices that was created in his management of this otherwise loathsome issue. Then again, it would have been irrelevent of the furnace was placed in a more traditional setting, with more traditional forms of ventilation and movement, but as he hated to interact with most others, especially something that he was training himself in, it became an unorthodox issue that was demanded of rather than one that was simply changed by scenery.

He would have every Ingot smelted and completed. Perfect. A pyramid of Adamantine Ingots layed there neatly arranged, the first few he had attempted before the runes were placed upon the furnace needed to be recast, and he had done so dutifully, as if they had never been cast in the first place. And next to those more valuable materials, was the refined Iron. In the neat stack he had before. Despite being more plentiful than Adamantine, he had far fewer amounts of it, simply because he cared to find the more dense and heavy material first. It was a choice of taste, as well as the more difficult material allowed him more practice in his techniques. Independant of any reason, now came the time to decide what would be the first thing to be forged from this heavy material would be. He would remove his notes and pour over the designs. The first creation had to be selected carefully, it was the first draft of everything to come. It was a simple beginning to more complicated works. A simple beginning, yes. That would work. With this in mind, he quickly narrowed his choices to things that were mainly blunt force objects. It would be elegant in its simplicity, and since the material was both heavy and dense, a blunt force weapon was best for its design and its work.

Instead of finesse or movement, it would be made into a crude and massive thing. Two Guantlets. Unwieldy in size to all but the strong amongst Magi. He began to work on the molds. They were what needed to made first. And the first draft of the weapon would be designed there in the clay and hardened until it was ready to receive the molten metal. It would soon be prepared for the first real weapon to come of him.