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Vindson
His mind was as intent on the task as were his muscles. Bending, twisting, forming the metal as he willed it. Steel links snapped into place and sheets of metal started forming under his expert hands. Five hours of work had already gone into the creation of this plate mail, yet at least that much more remained. He wiped the glistening perspiration off his brow with a dirty cloth, while with his other hand he held the half-formed plates into the blazing fire, which he had prepared beforehand.
It was hard labour, but it was in this that he found joy. He withdrew the glowing metal from the fire, and hammered away at it, before suddenly plunging it into the cool water on his other side. He repeated the process several times until he was somewhat satisfied by the result. For today the work was nearly done. It was almost time for him to meet his old friend Oley. Time for the two of them to reminisce about their mutual past.
Only one more thing remained to do today. A delicate operation, during which he had to fit together the two plates which would form the front of the plate mail. The first of the plates was already heating in the fire, and now he placed the second one next to it. Twenty minutes later the still slightly glowing plates had been melted together, and although the result was still far from a functional armor, he could continue work the following day.
[ 12-03-2005, 07:36 PM: Message edited by: dplax ]
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