Morzoth strolls casually up to the warriors hall and stands in front of the building. With something wraaped in brown cloth slung over his back he looks around a bit. He then raises his right straight into the air and fires a giant Blue fireball into the air.
"Master Blacksmith i have a present for you"
Then quickly steps to the left as the fireball crashes into the ground next to him.
Morzoth slings the make shift satchel from his back and holds it atop his hands. As flames invelop the cloth it burns away to reveal a war hammer as hard as the deepest earth and as black as night. The ash falls way as he presents the hammer to his former master.
"I figured you could be using this."
Belemrys was walking on his way from the tavern to his cabin and passing by the Warrior's Hall he noticed an angori with a dark hammer hoisted over his head and fire flickering around the hammer as the cloth seemed to have burned away. His curiousity peeked he keeps his distance from the Angori so as to not startle him and be blown to smitherines and says, "I have never seen a hammer that dark, it seems to absorb the light around it! What material was made to make it?"
Bel looks back and forth between the angori and dwarf seeing which would respond to him first.
Taklinn stands on the porch and watches as the spectacle of the mage plays itself out. Upon being presented the hammer, the Dwarf takes it in both hands and inspects the work. "Aye lad, ye did a fair job fer yer inexperience with adamant. Tough it is to truly imbue the finished product with the essence of the Earth. Ye always put a bit o yerself when yer workin' with adamant boy." he says softly as his hands continue to run over the new weapon, looking for any imperfections. Finally noting none, he looks up to the Angori and says "Ye did a passable job of it fer a non-dwarf. Never have I had a student as quick to pick up the smithing arts. In but a century or so, ye may even surpass meself." he chuckles softly, truly amazed by the Superior worksmanship of the hammer. "When the world begins to close in around ye, collapse yer entrance caves and put yer nose to the grindstone in preparation fer the coming flood. If ever that flood befalls ye lad, look to me fer assistance."
Morzoth grins as if a child would grin then as it turns to cocky smirk.
"Aye and if you ever be needing my axe you know where to find me.
Morzoth turns and lunges a little s if to scare bel.
"What are you coming up all cautious for boy'o? ive been fighting long enough to know an ally from a foe.
Morzoth begins to walk away with his back to the two and starts to chuckle
"An angori live for a century now that would be a desgrace."
Taklinn watches the young Angori and muses to himself. "Aye lad I may just be takin' ye up on that one day. Yer hammer may be the only thing in the Sacred Halls that ain't o' dwarf-make." he whispers quietly to himself as he continues to look over the adamant hammer. Finally he catches a glimpse of Belemrys and regards him. "Top o' the day lad, is there anythin' I can do fer ye?"
"DO I? Yer talkin' to a dwarf lad! When the great Espidrel forged the dwarves he used the best soul ore he could find and mixed it with the strongest ores found in Orn! The alloy he made became the dwarves. I was born around ores, trained in their manipulation and craftin' all of me two and a half centuries of life!" he says angrily, before regaining his composure.
Now settled the dwarf says more calmly "Aye lad I know of ores. Of adamant, I will tell ye this. One of the rarest ores ta be found, it is formed deep in the ground. It is harder than other materials and can be made into armor or weapons, though it is difficult to work. fer armor, it makes ye an inpenetrable, and the armor is fully two thirds stronger fer the effort. It hasnt ever been possible to make links of the stuff, so yer lookin' at full plate stuff when yer dealin' with adamant." he says excitedly, gaining momentum as his diatribe continues.
"Fer weapons, only the strongest wepons are made of adamant, and naught can be done to tear the weapon asunder." he says as he begins to fix his shield and armor to one of the training dummies nearby. He then puts normal weapons on another dummy and pulls out his axe. He strides up to the normal weapons, and strikes them breaking the sword and splitting the shield in two.
He walks to the dummy with his shield and new weapon and does likewise (ruin, ruin) to the objects mounted, to no avail. No matter how large ye are, or what magic ye use, the weapons and shields made of adamant will never break."
To further the point Morzoth motions to the dwarf to move aside he then takes ten steps back and in thrice say "may arimirs hammer judge" and each time a giant force like hammer flys from morzoths hand to the adamant incased dummy. (ruin, ruin, ruin)
"id put my weapons and his armor up against any in all of jastrey"
The sounds of hammer on metal stop as the bellows also appear to go silent and footsteps can be heard tromping through the Warriors Hall. Taklinn appears with a smithy apron on and his smithy hammer in one hand. "What be yer problem horned one? Yer interruptin' me work. I've enough commissions lately that I cant even find me way to the mines ta find any new veins! Now whats all yer noise makin' an' lollygaggin' been fer?"