"...I've got my love to keep me waaaarm."
An open-air forge on Ilum was a study in bitter chill and blistering heat, depending on which way you faced and how close you stood. Azel's work kept him moving between stations: the raging forge itself, the Svolten rhyolite grinding wheels, the anvils and power hammers, racks of tools. He'd set up in the shelter of an icy bluff not too far from the Dark Jedi academy. Convenient, when students or small classes needed to learn the basics.
Today had those elements, but also a more collegial, give-and-take intent. New to teaching here, he'd met pretty much nobody other than a few students and the woman who'd recruited him. Perhaps he had actual colleagues among the Order's ranks already. Perhaps others were interested in improvement, or just wanted to play around with a forge and some very nice blades.
If nobody showed up, he'd just have another nice day at the forge.
A breeze sent a flurry of snow hissing through the open-air workshop. Visibility wasn't great. Anyone coming would likely see only the forge's glow, and hear his hammer strike a bar of red-hot metal.
They'd probably hear him singing, too.
[member="Aeron Delste"]
[member="Anastasia Darkrose"]
[member="Arken Lussk"]
[member="Ashelia"]
[member="Ashlan Sentry"]
[member="Darth Illusio"]
[member="Dax Ryiah"]
[member="Eternal Cyan"]
[member="Guduma Tevas"]
[member="Kao Arael"]
[member="Katarine Ryiah"]
[member="Kezeroth"]
[member="Lunasi Vizsla"]
[member="Zedious Ryiah"]
[member="Zen Phoenix"]
[member="Zesiro"]
An open-air forge on Ilum was a study in bitter chill and blistering heat, depending on which way you faced and how close you stood. Azel's work kept him moving between stations: the raging forge itself, the Svolten rhyolite grinding wheels, the anvils and power hammers, racks of tools. He'd set up in the shelter of an icy bluff not too far from the Dark Jedi academy. Convenient, when students or small classes needed to learn the basics.
Today had those elements, but also a more collegial, give-and-take intent. New to teaching here, he'd met pretty much nobody other than a few students and the woman who'd recruited him. Perhaps he had actual colleagues among the Order's ranks already. Perhaps others were interested in improvement, or just wanted to play around with a forge and some very nice blades.
If nobody showed up, he'd just have another nice day at the forge.
A breeze sent a flurry of snow hissing through the open-air workshop. Visibility wasn't great. Anyone coming would likely see only the forge's glow, and hear his hammer strike a bar of red-hot metal.
They'd probably hear him singing, too.
[member="Aeron Delste"]
[member="Anastasia Darkrose"]
[member="Arken Lussk"]
[member="Ashelia"]
[member="Ashlan Sentry"]
[member="Darth Illusio"]
[member="Dax Ryiah"]
[member="Eternal Cyan"]
[member="Guduma Tevas"]
[member="Kao Arael"]
[member="Katarine Ryiah"]
[member="Kezeroth"]
[member="Lunasi Vizsla"]
[member="Zedious Ryiah"]
[member="Zen Phoenix"]
[member="Zesiro"]