Lets forge this one out

[Garza]

Mandalore was one planet that many of the Mando'ade had come to live upon for years, and ages. However, what was intersting was not their planet, but their culture. A culture not about war, but about fighting for family, for their vod, and for their clan. As well as all of Mandalorains. Taking this into account, I needed people. I needed allies, and there was no better way to get an ally then by helping them. A older gentleman needed help forging his armor, he had been looking for multiple smiths, and I had offered my services.

As well, a young lady stood by my side as I prepared the tools needed for this forging. Both of them would be helping me as this process could take a long while. Forging did not take just a few hours and some elbow grease. A full set of armor could take up to a month to complete. As such, we would be forging the armor in portions. Making each one as we go.

Most of the actual smithing would be my part, and everything else would be shared between the three of us to do. Mostly, I would be setting the smaller and more laborious task to them, and have myself do the harder jobs such as actually forging the metal. Looking to the young lass,

"Go ahead and start the furnace. Just be careful."

I then went to work on gathering my tools as we would be waiting for one, [member="Gael bar Ammon"], As for what I will actually do in the process of forging, it would be determined by how the man wanted his armor built, as well as his fighting style. Should be be a swordsman, then I would have to forge the armor to different thicknesses in different places than what would be done if he were a sniper or a brawler. As such, I waited.

"I hope you learn as fast as your father does. I don't want to do this multiple times."

[member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]

 

[Gael bar Ammon]

Following his recall from the Galactic Republic, Gael once again found himself in the company of warriors. Those warriors also happened to be Mandalorians - some of the fiercest the galaxy had to offer. Though well past his prime, Gael was still very much so a capable warrior and found it necessary for him to acquire a new set of armor made of Mandalore's finest beskar. He would be meeting with a beskarsmith by the name of Aramir to help craft his personal armor. He hoped that he would learn some of the skills necessary so that he might someday create another set of armor on his own, or pass the skills he learned on to another deserving Mando.

It didn't take Gael long to find the forge where he would be meeting his smithy. He entered and was immediately hit with a blast of heat. The fires were grueling - as they should be. He wanted his armor to be as strong as those flames. No, stronger. Inside the forge was a man and woman.

"Aramir?", he asked as he entered. He approached the man to make his introduction, his hand extended as he went to make his greeting. "Gael bar Ammon.", he introduced himself. "Thank you for helping me today.", he said courteously as he began to look around the forge. Though he was often disguised by a stern face, he couldn't help but to show a grin of excitement. He hadn't seen armor made in a great many years, and this time he'd be helping craft his own. It was something worth being excited about.

"So where do we start?"

[member="Aramir Eldarion"] | [member="Freyia Whitelight-Carrick"]​

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Finding the place very hot, even so she knew that her father had sent her to [member="Aramir Eldarion"] to seek some learner but also to from her own armor. Not knowing if it was so with her father then she wouldn't let the family of Carrick adopted into Clan Verd. Her long curly blonde hair was now pulled back upon in a tight bun. Speaking to her as she smile at him, "Yes Master Eldarion" knowing that she was respecting her elder. Even so it was time to begin this long drawn out task.

Gathering the kindling before the grand furnace as she let the it start with but a little spark. As she let it fall in, before long the heat was coming more and more. Even then watch the licking of the flame. Now wondering just how much hotter was this place going to get. Even now she wore a long sleeve with pair of black plants.

"Its done" as she waiting for more to come from his lips with orders. Even then seeing that a man had enter in time of lighting the furnace. Letting her eyes see how much older. Couldn't help but show her respect to him, also. Now rethinking when she had asked father to learn or at less seek knowledge of smiling could had gotten herself in way over her head.

"Hello sir." [member="Gael bar Ammon"]