blacksmithery

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From the @kinfolkmag House Tours; The Ancient Blacksmithery, Lesbos, Greece.

Renovated by Danish architects Dorte Mandrup-Poulsen, Louis Becker and Jens Thomas Arnfred.

📷 Wichmann + Bendtsen for Kinfolk.

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A New Dawn, A New Day, A New Generation


HEPHAESTUS // GOD OF BLACKSMITHERY AND FIRE // IMMORTAL // MARK RUFFALO // OPEN


“I’ve survived because the fire inside me was stronger than the fire around me.”


  • Hephaestus is the son of Zeus and Hera. When he was born, he had been cast aside from Olympus (may it had been Zeus or Hera, it is unknown) and was raised by a Nereid. He had been broken from the fall and thankfully his bones repaired him, but he is still twisted. He uses a cane to help him get around from place to place and his disabilities have not once interfered with his talents and ability to create beautiful masterpieces.
  • He is the god of blacksmiths, craftsmanship, artisans, fire, volcanoes, and people with disabilities. While he is a gruff and quiet man, he is usually kind and sincere to others. He understands what it is like to be rejected and thrown away from others and he refuses to turn anyone away.
  • Hephaestus is married to Aphrodite, though their marriage has been dead for centuries. While they aren’t separated from each other, they don’t really consider each other to be married either. He has an abundance of children and while he is a bit awkward from time to time, he truly loves and cares about all of them.
  • Heph is the professor of mechanics and auto machinery at the schools, along with occasionally teaching an art class here and there. He runs the art and mechanic clubs with his friend Athena. Many students have grown fond of the god and respect him.

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I just found out that there’s this place near, and when I say near I mean like an hour away (so closest place there is anyway), where I live that teaches all these awesome artisan crafts. Like woodworking and blacksmithery.
Oh if only I were rich lol 

Though I’m thinking about trying to learn how to do that ‘viking knit weave,’ seems more my speed, well it seems more doable for my funds/time.
To all my friends in real life, if it’s a success, you’ll probably be getting them for Yule this year. lol

Mildryd knew how to blend in. In her years on the run, she often had to hide, believing she was being followed. But in the chaos of these days, it felt like hiding might actually draw more attention to a person than simply walking through the streets of Camelot. And that was what she decided to do. Knowing the city was open and welcoming to all people from various kingdoms, she wouldn’t have to worry about being recognised on the streets; the only ones she opted to hide her face from were the guards, just to be sure.

As she walked through the streets, she noticed houses being damaged and blood drying on the ground - leftovers from the battle. She was used to it by now. Few places kept their vitality during the time of war and one of them, to Mildryd’s satisfaction, was the local blacksmithery. She stopped just a few feet away from the shop, observing it with a thoughtful expression on her face. “Fire is stronger than death,” she mumbled to herself, unaware that there was someone next to her.