Loki had decided on a course of action and, suiting himself, set it in motion. He went back, as it were, to the scene of the crime ( Read more... )

The judicious application of a little force would do wonders for some personalities. Trickster's in particular, Loki felt ( Read more... )

On his last order for the day, Fili worked at striking the hot metal of the broadsword expertly with a hammer, molding it just the way the buyer had wanted and then some. He had gotten quite the reputation for fine smithery in Haurvatat, and he was more than happy to be able to give something back to the patrons of the village ( Read more... )

Joslire was hammering steel, the work soothing to him, the clang of hammer on hot steel as calming as a meditative chant, the roar of the hearth like the sound of a brook. Sometimes, though, it seemed a little too quiet, and he raised his head and looked out to be sure the village hadn't emptied itself of people while he wasn't looking.

Joslire was enjoying himself, but was also a bit worried. The village had seen to stock him with much sword-worthy steel, as well as hilts of all sorts. So there were swords in plenty on display, from all eras in history, Joslire hammering yet another at the anvil. This made him happy. The fact that the village seemed to think a large number of ( Read more... )

Fili had been in this place for a little over a week now and so far he had been likened to six Dwarves with half-wit names, almost broke his neck in the room with funny looking water pump and slick floors, and managed to cause the square box contraption in the main room to shout at him about purchasing something called a Snuggie and how he should ( Read more... )

Joslire, though born and bred on a desert planet, had to admit that the cooler weather made working at the forge easier. He no longer had to get up in the dark of the morning to get some hours in before the heat became unbearable. Some mornings he could even stay and have breakfast with Laila before Robert took her and Hannah to the day care center ( Read more... )

Hephaestus sat in his seat at the forge his crutches leaned up against the anvil. He’d customized it so it was just the right height so that he could work or relax comfortably. He was going to stay a bit later than normal to give anyone who might like to see what he had for sale or what he could do. He had three people inquire about his work and ( Read more... )

After his meeting with Joslire and figuring out what space in the forge he could work with Hephaestus was now a happy god. He had tools, space, and was already working hard. The heat and smells of the forge were a familiar comfort that he needed. While he supposed he should actually look around the village all he wanted to do at the moment was ( Read more... )

The specially ordered knives had been interesting, and Joslire was proud of the knives that he and Leonardo had been able to produce. Then after that, it had been back to horseshoes and wait for another special order ( Read more... )