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67th of Ymiden 722

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The day after Rorom learned the rudiments of forming metal wire was spent finalizing the design plan of his eventual piece. They were getting closer to doing the actual work of a smith, and Rorom couldn't be more eager. Yet he knew he had a few steps to go before he was ready to bring all of the disparate elements together into one, well-formed whole. Yes he had ideas, and he was inspired. This was a good thing, a sensation that eluded the days spent as a simple fisherman and seafarer. Rarely had he the chance to exercise his creative itch, as much as the past seven days.

And on the seventh day, Tomis bid his students to absorb what they'd learned, but to rest. Rorom wasn't sure about the other two, but he knew exactly how he'd spend the 'free time' he'd been granted. And so, he got to work in the small workshop he'd set up in the dwelling the rented.

He had his crudely drawn designs, exact enough in their rendition, but yes crude. He was better at making things take shape in reality, than he was in theory. So it was, but he had the parchment with his plans on them. These he set to the side, and looked at the material he meant to turn into a piece to impress Grandmaster Copper Smith. A large beluga whale canine, something he'd kept since his exit from Rharnean waters. He had more of them, but wouldn't need much in truth for what he planned. At least not if he made a minimal of mistakes.

Being alone, he invoked the blessing given to him by Chamadarst, of Isolated Calm, so that wold bolster his craftsmanship as he suffered no company at this moment. He felt a sudden wave of peace and focus wash over him, as he took up the tools he'd need. Then he got to work.

He began by etching out the pattern he needed to carve off of the bone. This he did carefully, lest he chip or break the interior perimeter of the etching, and produce a flawed piece for his earring.

The grooves were hexagonal in shape, with slight curve to them, as he thought was appropriate to an organic material. His eyes narrowed as the groove deepened, until the color therein changed from both the change in lighting and the difference in the quality of the material. Then, he took out a small adtz and pried it out, side by side, loosening the parcel he meant to excise from the tooth. This went well, went easily, as he pried the pale chunk out of that tooth. It came out whole on the part that was facing outward, and jagged from the inside. The material, he'd seen, had dried over the time he kept it.

He followed up by sanding the jagged side of the chunk of tooth. Filing it down to a smoothness. He only realized his error when the file began to lose its sharpness, and began wearing out. Grunting lightly, he put aside the file, and brought out the chisel and small mallet. He placed the chunk in a vice, gently constricting it until he had it in a tight enough spot to began removing more material. The excess facing outward, Rorom scraped and carved away at the jagged edges. He did this until he had a relatively thin piece of whale tooth. Almost but not quite as thin as a copper nel. It would do nicely.

Thus accomplishing this, he brought out his engraving tool, starting to draw the design he'd planned on the showing surface of the whale bone. It was a simple drawing, one resembling the shape of a nel, with eight sides on the edges, and a circle in the middle, signifying the hollow groove in the middle of every nel. He drew some intricate but mostly indistinct designs along the disc of the nel shaped etching with a smaller engraving tool.

Once he'd done all of that, he set aside his carving things, and began applying some black ink to the etched surface, letting it coalesce into the grooves. A few bits later, he cleaned off the surface with a rough cloth and some solution he'd gotten from the market, which removed ink from solid surfaces. It did the job on the protruding portions of the small whale bone jewel, but left alone the grooves, illuminating the shape he'd etched onto its surface.

He attempted this process several times through the day, through the night, until he had a few of these pieces to choose from. When it was all done, he selected the ones he thought were the best, and stored away the others. The next day, he'd have to learn the process for putting it all together, utilizing his methods of metalwork he'd been studying.


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Rorom arose the next morning, so eager that the almost forgot to take breakfast. As it was, he declined the thought of cooking for himself. He wasn't too keen on making gruel or oat porridge. Something more satisfying was in the getting, and he wouldn't settle for anything that didn't resemble a reward for all his difficult and meticulous work he'd been up to of late. He stopped by a local stall, which was selling some roast venison kebabs with assorted berries mixed in, all of it lathered with a healthy helping of sticky sauce and spices. This seemed rich enough for his taste, and he took a couple of them, eating them on the way to Copper Smith's forge.

Tucked under his arm, he had his designs all drawn out and planned. He'd measured and remeasured, drawn the dimensions for the setting he'd need, then labeled on the backside of the whalebone jewels, which was which. He had plans for settings, which would have to be cast from some form of mold, the chain links, which would be formed from thick wire. And then some solid, tiny rings that would require molding, to complete the chain. Then of course the hook to go into the ear.

His mind was racing with the thought of finishing his work now, today, but he knew there was yet another step to be had. He only needed the components, and once he was done with them, he'd be more than a novice. He'd be a full-fledged metalworker, and a jeweler. He already felt the part, having worked independently on his components the day before. He walked into the smithy, and then went on back to where the other apprentices were readying the various materials they'd need for their projects.

There were candles, and glass-panes. Those must've been for the apprentice making the lantern. Then there were wooden parts and... what looked like sinew(?) from the other apprentice. Rorom still hadn't the slightest clue what he was working on. He hadn't asked, for the sake of respecting his fellow apprentice's privacy, but he was slightly curious to what the end result of his work would produce.

So Rorom came to Tomis, who greeted him. Apparently Rorom was a few bits late, and Tomis had already taken the time to give instruction to his other students. Yet he didn't seem impatient with Rorom. "You need a rooster to wake you up in the morning?" Well, maybe just a little. "No matter, you're just in time for us to put our heads together, for how you'll finish your earring."

Rorom nodded, "Eager ter get started."

"Yeah." Tomis said, skeptical by the fisherman's tardiness. Nevertheless, he led him over toward the area where the small smelting cauldron was kept. Rorom's heart almost caught in his throat at the thought of fighting against the temptation to manipulate those intense fires once more. He thought he had the will to resist, and had to believe that Chamadarst's blessing could see him through another ordeal, as it had during his crafting of the whalebone jewels. But he had his doubts.

"Now, let's take another look at those plans you drew up, and see the dimensions. I've already instructed one of the other students to start work on a sand and clay mould for you." So saying, Tomis accepted the plans from Rorom. He looked them over, and nodded. "A few adjustments to the dimensions I anticipated, it's bound to be a little heavier than may be comfortable for an earring, and you may want to shave off a bit of material subsequently... But the basic shape is workable."

Thus, without any further talk, they got to work. Rorom at the smelting crucible, and the other apprentices at their cooperative tasks.

Once more, Rorom invoked Chamadarst's Isolated Calm, soothing his temptation to engage in manipulation of the flames. Bit by bit, he stoked the flames, and added the appropriate amount of metal. Ensuring that the fumes were properly ventilated, he only took a break from working the bellows once, for the air to clear, before returning and adding the rest of the tin to the pewter alloy.

Another bit, and he felt the call of fire still. But by the calm he'd prayed to Chamadarst for, he managed to maintain his control, and melted the metal.

It was more metal than Rorom himself would need. Probably to be used as solder for the lantern maker, or else some welding material for the other, whatever he happened to be making.

Tomis brought Rorom over, when he was finished, and showed him the small mold that the other apprentices had produced. It was basically a small sandbox, with the impression of the settings he'd need in their basic dimensions. It'd of course product a setting that was thicker than it had to be.

"You'll remove material when it's done forming in the mold, supposing the shaping within is successful. Then, we'll finish up and begin the final touches."

Rorom swallowed his anxiety, but regardless, would've considered himself thoughtless if he said nothing now. "Thanks fer the instruction, sir. It's been invaluable." So saying, Rorom waited with baited breath,a s the mold was tipped vertically, and the molten metal removed from the furnace to pour inside that mold.


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Hello Rorom. Excellent continuation of the series. the shift to the jewelery focus was excellent and I loved how his drawing was just for an idea but the real thing would look better. These have been a great read and have kept me interested as Rorom progressed in his skills.

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