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Coin Name : Dwarven Soul
Edition Name: Hot Metal
Finish: Nickel and 24 Karat Gold
2013 – 80 coins
2014 – 50 coins
The Dwarven Soul coins are 2 inches in diameter and have their own custom icon. This edition features glass melted onto a 2-tone nickel and 24 karat gold finish. Glass melted onto metal in a furnace is an ancient artistic technique known as cloisonne. Cloisonne is known not only for its timeless beauty, but for its extreme durability. This coin will be treasured for many generations.
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The air was filled with brilliant light and myriad sounds: there was a roar, a rush, clanging, and hundreds of voices singing. The roar came from the furnaces flaming with baked coal; the rush came from enormous bellows blowing air; the clanging came from the iron carts that brought in additional loads of baked coal and different types of rocks that were shoveled into the furnaces and blowing pots; and the singing came from the Dwarves who were everywhere working at a furious pace but with unbelievable coordination. Math was more excited than he had probably ever been before.
Math was finally being shown the best Dwarvish secrets of all. After months of lessons with Remkkel in the forges, he was at last being trained in the foundries. He had been shown how tin, copper, brass, and bronze were all produced and it was wonderful indeed, so much better than any metal making that he has seen before in the human world. He had also been shown methods of making iron that he was familiar with. The iron ore would be heated until it formed a big brittle mass that mass would then be heated, hammered, and folded, heated, hammered and folded over and over to make tools and weapons. The Dwarves did this extremely well, but it was still the iron making that humans were familiar with.
Now, however, Math was being shown the GREAT SECRETS. The Dwarves had a giant cavern dedicated to making the best iron in Midgard, They spent months preparing by rebuilding the furnaces, and baking coal. The furnaces had to be rebuilt each time, since the craft of making Dwarven iron was so powerful as to destroy them. Enormous quantities of coal were brought in from a number of different mines and the coal was baked to increase its power. Coal burned hot, but Math learned that baked coal burned like the passion and fury of the earth itself.
Remkkel and other Dwarves taught Math how to sing the songs that coordinated the work. There was a beat and a flow that allowed everyone to act together without danger or mistakes. The Dwarves also made protective clothes just for Math so that he would not be burned up. They brought him dark glass “eyes” that he wore in front of his real eyes so that the light of the furnaces would not blind him. He was again reminded of his human weakness because the Dwarves did not need the special clothes that he wore, or the dark glass “eyes”. But his weakness was not important, because he was about to be part of the most wonderful thing in all of Midgard, the giving birth to Dwarven iron.
Over many hours, the furnaces were awoken and brought to life with the rhythm of the first iron song. Then the iron ore , the baked coal, and the helper ores were fed in at a furious rate while many hundred of strong arms kept the bellows blowing air into the furnace, all to the rhythm of the second iron song. Hundreds of arms working; hundreds of backs straining, hundreds of voices singing, and in the furnace Math saw the blinding light of pure creation. Math felt sure that The Maker himself was in the cavern with them.
A tap gate was opened and a brilliant flowing stream of molten iron cascaded into waiting ladles. Huge chains with links the size of a human head lifted the ladles and poured the iron into the blowing pots. No human before Math had ever seen iron flow like this. Math literally shook with excitement because he had been taught the songs and he knew how the furnaces were built, he knew how the coal was baked, and he knew the importance of the bellows and the helper ores.
The third iron song began and the bellows for the blowing pots began to breathe in and out. This rush of wind was known as “the breath of The Maker” and when it passed into the blowing pots and through the molten iron, it transformed the liquid metal into Dwarven iron. This was the magical metal that was used to forge the finest weapons and tools in all of Midgard.
Several Daughters of Midda stood on platforms above the blowing pots and observed the iron carefully. The breath of the maker was changing the iron into something much better. The iron was being filled with strength, vitality, and life. When the color of the iron was right and when it smelled right, the Daughters of Midda raised up their arms and began to sing a new song because something of great value had just come into Midgard.
Huge chains again strained and powerful arms turned wheels. Different ladles were filled with the new Dwarven iron still molten and still blindingly bright. The ladles were hauled to the ingot stage and poured into the tundish so that the ingot molds could be filled. Math, who had been singing along with the Dwarves, was so overcome with the triumph that he started to laugh. Remkkel, who was standing just an arm length away from Math began to pound him on the back and couldn’t help but laugh to for this was a rare moment of raw creation. All of the Dwarves looked in wonder as the Master of the foundry and the scrawny human named Kitten laughed with each other. The Dwarves understood why they were laughing and all of them felt that at that moment the human was no longer simply a stranger. Like the iron, he had been transformed into something new. Had the heat of the furnace and the breath of The Maker changed him too? He had felt the breath from the bellows and he understood the importance of metal. Could he now be counted among the Children of the Earth? Remkkel was laughing, the human was laughing, and the Dwarves could not help themselves, at first just a few, then more, and then more, until every soul joined in the laughter and it filled the cavern, for it was a day worth celebrating. Two things had been born into Midgard: thousands of ingots of Dwarven iron and a scrawny, very tall Dwarf that they called Kitten.