[Zim Rage]

As the aedile had promised the workers would show up to the forge in a brightening from when Zim talked to him. There they stood, three dwarves stout and proud. A leather worker, a jeweler, and a woodworker.

The first through the door was a dwarf named Urlond. With a long black beared that any dwarf would be proud of. Braded into three and held together and held down with three gold bands. His eyes were blue and his skin was pale. With the contrast between his hair and skin it gave Zim the impression that he was practicly a ghost. However, the life in his eyes confermed to anyone that he was infact liveing. "Ser'al sir," Urlond greated.

"I am Urlond yur leath'r work'r," He gave a dwarven bow and then turned to the others and nodded them forward, "These are me broth'rs, Glanel an' Ofik. We are the sons of Whurten, tripplets. And we're proud to work fur ya... fur a price of cource."

Glanel was a redhead, with longer hair then either of his brothers. It was pulled back into a pony tail to keep it out of the way of his work. His beard also braded into three was tucked under his belt, he hadent yet had the opertunity to purchase the weighted beads that his other two brothers had. He also had the same ghostly eyes. "Ser'al sir, I'll be yer jeweler."

Next was the blond and youngest twin, he was younger then his other brothers by three brightenings time, his mother went through hell trying to push his fat head out. It's no wonder she died from complications, and it was no wonder why it took three days. His head seemed to be much larger then the others. To try and hide this he wore his beard unbraided and flaired out, hopeing to catch the attention of the viewers eyes before they got to the size of the head. Zim was unfortunite to think that it was not working all that well. Again the same pale blue eyes looked out from his pale skin. "Ser'ale, I am Ofik," he started of. His voice was still horse like his brothers but it was soft non-the less, "I'll be your woodworker. Though, not to question you, but what does a forge need a woodworker for?"

"Serale to you all as well, and of cource we'll discuss payments, just as soon as my other two men arrive. I have an armor smith and a gadgeteer comeing yet. As for the usefullness in a weapons forge? Well we have more here then just weapons now. Now we will have armor, and we will have leather goods, and we will have wood goods, and gadgets and so on and so forth. This is an industrial complex now, not just a forge. Your job is just as important as theres, just becuase you don't craft with steel doesnt mean you don't have a place here," Zim said with a smile. As he finished what he said a man came in through the door and in his hand was a gnome.

"Serale sirs, how can I help you today?" Zim greated them as they came through the door, "I am Master Zim Rage, owner of this forge."

"Serale sir," the human said, "I am Eric Maegus. Guild Master Nicholas said that you were in need of an armor and a gadgeteer. Well here we are, I'm the armorer, and this here is the gadgeteer." Haveing said that he gave a bow, keeping his hand flat and steady so that the Gnome could bow also. The human was tall, and muscular. No doubt that he had done some hard jobs in his life. On the visible skin on his arms were cuts and scratches from either combat or dealing with sharp objects. His hair was brown, but it was pushed down under a cap that he wore, with scruffy facial hair sprouting out around his chin and jaw line.

The gnome took his bow and said, "Serale, I am Beegin. I'll be your gadgeteer." He was a wee little guy at four inches tall and he also had brown hair. Infact he kind of looked like a much scaled down version of the human carrying him.

Zim looked between the two of them compairing thier similarities and shrugged throwing it up to it just a coinsidence. "Serale to you two as well. These are your co-workes; Urlond, Glanel, and Ofik sons of Whurten. They are Leather work, Jeweler, and woodworker respectivly."

The gnome looked at the dwarves and rolled his eyes at them, "Is there something wrong Beegin?" Zim spotted the role of the eyes and a look of shock rolled over his face.

"Uh, well sir it's just that Gnomes and Dwarves don't always get along. As well, I'm the smallest guy here you'll all trample me while your working away at whatever else you'll be doing. This place just isnt safe for me here. I refuse to work here!" Beegin confessed.

"Well then you'll be happy to know that there is enough room here for you all to have your own workspace and enough matterials. If you don't have your own tools let me know, I'll buy them for you," Zim said this to the whole group, "Unfortunitly right now I only have one furnace in here. But thats alright, after I show you around and we talk about pay options I'll fill you in on my project."

They all nodded in agreement and zim lead them through the forge telling each of them what it was they were seeing and being told where they would work. All of the rooms were the same size except one, which was only about half the size, which beegin said he would take with out a problem. That was a good thing, as Zim had already decided that he would be the one working that room.

"So, how does 75 crowns a cycle sound to each of you? I am a master smith and the city has contracted me to work for them and I am getting paid that much. So that is a generous pay for apprentice level workers, no?" Zim offered.

"Sounds good to us," the tripplets said after looking between each other.

"Aye," said the gnome, still being held into the air by his human companion.

"Sounds good to me," Eric the human said.

"Now there are benifits to working for me as well. Matterials are paid for, tools are paid for, if you need a place to live I can provide that, if you want training in nearly anything I will pay for that as well. The only things I wont pay for training for are the dark arts and forbiden or banned things. Other then those things, I encourage you to learn as much as you want. Though I'd prefer it if your focus was in your specific trades."

"Now, as for the project..." Zim then proceded to tell his entourage about the project of creating 500 swords in 2 cycles time. They said things along the Lines of Zim being daft and that it was imposible. With a smile Zim said, "I've done 100 in one brightening working with fewer people and I had to mix my own alloy for it while doing it. I'm going to go to the smelters guild and ask them to make my alloy for me. While I am gone, go ahead and get aquanted with each other better, make a list of supplies and such that you'll all need. I'll be back soon!" Zim grabbed his book with the instructions on how to make his alloy and headed out of the door. After he closed the door and started to walk away Zim said under his breath, "wow that Ofik has a big head."