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The laugh that followed was anything but what Nari expected, the deity bursting out into a roar of humour and entertainment that would have startled Nari if she hadn’t been slightly expecting it – perhaps not to the measure that the deity took, but certainly to some degree. She shifted on her feet, waiting to see what the deity would say in response, nervously waiting to see if her idea would be rejected and her work wasted. ’Unsightly, horrid to the eyes and hands, entirely imperfect…and yet exactly what I had asked for, in essence.’ Hephaestus held the weapon up to the light more fully

Nari’s hand swiped the acceptance button as the party invite was sent. She turned to eye the newcomer, tilting her head to the left over so slightly as she considered their approach, mannerism and appearance. Whomever they were, they were a frontliner – or at least, as powerful as one. Their stance, attitude and outfit nearly confirmed it – thought Nari was certain she’d never come across the girl before. ’A pleasure. I’m known as Nari-Lanreth, Nari more commonly.’ Nari had looked back towards the man – Reytac, he’d named himself – before turning her attention in a way where she was cap

’It contains the ability to slice through heavier leathers, skin and bones – while also retaining the ability to pierce through heavier armours with the pointed blade that a shortsword, pike or spear contain.’ Nari waved a hand along the weapon’s design, pointing to the far end with the pointed blade. ’I designed the blade to contain a larger thickness, while retaining the aggressive point and edge, so that it would have more weight to punch through harder materials, such as steel plate armours. Wieldy, heavy, but capable…’ She paused for a single second, glancing up towards the deity’s

’What…is it?’ Nari could have sworn she heard confusion within Hephaestus voice as the deity stepped forward and held out a hand in demand for the weapon. Nari gingerly handed it over, watching as the non-player god took hold of it and seemed to pause in further confusion. Nari grinned slightly, knowing that the balance of the weapon – almost perfectly equal, in direct violation of the imbalanced appearance. ’I have no name for it…though I’m open to suggestions. I’ve combined the capable design of a scythe, curved blade like those used within the fields of the peasantry, with the danger

If this isn’t perfectly imperfect, I don’t know what is… She resisted the urge to laugh aloud at the thought, knowing how ridiculous her design was. Practically, it was usable, though its overall efficiency was questionable at best. It would do what she expected, being unwieldy and impractical to any but a few – and yet, somehow she felt that it might be exactly what was expected of her. ’It’s…something.’ Nari picked up the staff weapon, giving it a soft twirl in her hands to show that it could be held – if perhaps not easily. It took a large measure of her skill not to stab herself with

Reytac paused and looked at the two women who had come up talk to him, his eyebrows raising to his hairline as he blinked in surprise. Just judging from their gear, both of these ladies were immensely stronger than he was - way beyond what was normal down here. One looked like she could be nicknamed 'Mordred', clad in pitch-black plate armor, her spear in a loosely ready position even now when she was relaxing, her ornate shield covering most of her figure just as a matter of course. The other could very well have been her counterpart, clad in gleaming silver armor with a blue-wrapped hilt pe

She’d chosen something familiar, complexly simple in design. A weapon that she had favoured for some time, which had proven capable for a fighting form she’d once had. The moulds had been stored away in a cabinet that could only be called a walk-in closet in Nari’s mind. She’d had to combine some, the item in question oddly similar to some moulds, and yet containing intricate designs that stood out from what the basic designs would allow. At first, she’d hesitated at transitioning any of the items providing by Hephaestus, certain that the deity would take anger at her actions – but as she cut

Nari felt her form move to the forge itself, the flames flickering and popping in time with the winds that seemed to gently flow from the bellows. The tools tipped slightly beneath her touch as she moved across them, hands connecting with pieces that she felt she had no right to hold – much less look upon. Perhaps…perhaps I should just…make something, and see what comes of it? The idea was better than any other she had come up with thus far, and so she turned towards her work, picking up metallic ingots that had been neatly stacked, placing them within flame and coal, and beginning the process

Hephaestus moved to the centre of the forge, opening his arms in order to signify the forge around him. ’I shall extinguish the flame within this forge, lest you can create for me a weapon so perfectly imperfect that I am impressed by the skill required to desecrate the tools and items within. But be warned…I shall be judging your weapon upon its abilities, fragility shall fail, bluntness shall be punished…and cheating, well…I don’t need to declare that.’ Nari found herself staring for longer than she would have liked, waiting to hear the catch to the competition and challenge placed bef

The laugh that rang out in response was far from the soothing tone the voice had been; booming, it struck her ears and caused her to actually wince this time. ’Ahahaha! Humility, paired with flattery. Did you think this would assure you challenge complete? Nay, mortal. I have a task in mind for you – one which will challenge your ability, your wit, and your skills…I should so hope.’ Curiosity took over her as she waited, the deity shifting to place the hammer upon the anvil, depositing carefully the apron and assorted gear that had been worn in preparation for his work – or perhaps in pr

The glow of ember and fire lit up the area, casting a dancing light around her as she spotted the masked being standing to the side, hammer prepared for anvil, and a stance of readiness in its appearance. Nari approached Hephaestus slowly, uncertain how she should address the god, or if she should wait for him to speak. Not that she was given the time required to truly consider it in any measure. ’Welcome to my forge.’ The voice was powerful but not overwhelming. It touched her ears, resonating in a way that spoke to the control that this being had over the area, but it didn’t cause pain

The hallway was dark, though not so much that Nari couldn’t see where she was going. The Satyr had stopped at the entrance, providing a wave of his guiding hand towards the area that she was set to enter, and standing aside for her to pass. ’This is where we part ways, unfortunately I’m not authorised to head any further. For what it’s worth…’ The creature seemed to pause and consider its next words carefully, before continuing with its statement in a manner that somehow seemed apprehensive, and meaningful to Nari. ’…good luck. And thank you, for being kind to me on the walk up. I’ve hea

They’d begun climbing the mountain a while ago, though Nari couldn’t quite say how much time had passed. Her mind had been clouded as she considered her blundered communication skills, and how they appeared to have fallen and faltered compared to where they’d been not so long ago. Maybe staying away, hidden within my own house with no one but Onora to speak with wasn’t such a good thing. Look at how it affects me…I mean, that was… She didn’t need to finish the thought to know she was embarrassed. ’We’ll be entering his domain soon. You should prepare yourself. The Satyr spoke up suddenly

’I think the last time I was here, I had to find the imperfections in his creations…’ She made the comment without consideration, noticing belatedly the odd look that the Satyr suddenly gave her. Belatedly she realised she would need to explain more, and her mind raced as words suddenly poured from her in a failed attempt to overcome what could be an awkward mistake. ’Ah, well…I was a blacksmith before. I mean, way back…then I kinda stopped, now I’m kinda back at it? Sort of…it’s a long story, but essentially…I did a bit of smithing before, and now I’m doing it again…’ The rumbling of wor

They walked in silence for a while, Nari’s insightful final commentary clearly leaving an impression that she was less than exciting to hold conversation with; a fact that she couldn’t hold against the Satyr at all. She was horrible when it came to small talk, especially with those she was unfamiliar with, or had just met – a measure of her social ineptitude that had carried over from the real world into this one, regardless of her attempt to leave it behind. ’Do you…happen to know what sort of challenge has been created for me today?’ Nari broke the silence, knowing that the Satyr likely

Reytac blinked, confused. He looked down at himself, then up towards where Cascade was standing, then back down to himself, his brow furrowing in consternation. "Me? Intimidating? What?" That came so out of left field to him that Reytac actually needed a moment to process that she was being quite serious when she'd said it. He frowned and looked back towards the bird, which had hopped away from him when he'd spoken. Well, he still wasn't able to do the tame, so who knows, maybe she was right? But seriously, intimidating? Him? After watching the raven flap its wings again and bounce away from

Reytac blinked once, then twice and tilted his head to one side, then the other. "I know that there's something to do with fae on one of the floors that has to do with the faerie king? I saw that one had been a a floor boss, so might still be something there." He'd heard about that one a while ago, but didn't remember what the floor that was on had been. One of the many he hadn't been to just yet, probably. He sipped on his canteen again as he listened to her talk then closed his eyes. How did you know if you were ready to marry? "I .. bear with me here. I may ramble a bit. But - there i

Acanthus had wandered down to the First Floor, chasing a lead for Argent. It had turned into nothing—they almost always did—and now she had a little extra time to kill before she wanted to be back to her studio and crafting crystals. Her eyes caught the distant shapes of two figures, one of them holding a familiar scrap of parchment. She approached, and made out two different and unfamiliar Players. The first was a square-jawed hammer wielder, and the second, a purple-haired spearwoman. It’s crazy to be running around this game for so long and still meeting new people. Where are they h

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“No.” Weight settled into Edict’s chest, leveraging him closer to Maxwell’s touch. He had wandered into a banquet, starved for a meal. Why should he be surprised when his appetite quickened after the first course? True hunger didn’t wait for the meal it wanted; it settled for the meal presented. Maxwell was now waxing on the topic Edict had already left behind. “how many of them are on the monument because these monstrosities go unregulated?....” It was true, everything Maxwell said, but it was so unimportant right now. His lips were wasted on talking. At least his hands were put to good

Cascade giggled freely and happily as her Raven began to fiddle with her fingers and hair, climbing up on her shoulder and eventually her head. She began to ponder what she would call her new friend. After long thought she still hadn't come to a conclusion, she wanted it to be perfect and special. This was after all, a new chapter for the both of them. She stood; her avain companion staying put, she looked over at Reytac who appeared to be having a harder time with his Raven. She smiled for a moment, then called out to him softly so as not to alarm the pair. "Perhaps try lowering yoursel

Teion leaned back and nodded again. ”Okay, yeah, if you’re into regular horror that opens up so many options.” Another sip. She made the mistake of setting her glass back down on the bar. No sooner had her fingers left the rim, than the drink refilled itself again. ”I’ve got a soft spot for fae stuff, but I haven’t found much that really gives me anything to do with it.” A frown and a shrug, and then a plain white hand-towel landed in her lap. ”Never thought a rag would come in handy.” She murmured, leaning her head and gathering her hair to one side. She clawed her fingers through a coup

“Then the pleasure is not all mine.” He took artoria’s hand. As their palms connected, his stomach dropped three feet, and Orpheus had the distinct sensation of being caught in a snare. Or rather, a more apt comparison would be the Grecian sirens. Danger was plain in the melody, but he refused to stop listening, even as the rocks loomed. A soft voice in the back of his skull irritated him. How is she not recognizing you? She must be humoring you? The joke has gone too far. Just… tell her. Admit this was a prank that got out of hand. stay close to me. you are mine for the song.

’A leave of absence?’ The Satyr seemed shocked at the idea, as if it had never considered the prospect before. Shaking its head, Artius stifled a small laugh, as though something Nari had suggested was entertaining to it. ’I’m afraid that is not something that the gods would provide to someone like me…we’re indentured in our servitude, and thus are expected to remain in service at all times – waiting for a call of requirement.’ ’Oh. That’s…unfortunate…’ Her voice was meek in response, uncertain once again what to say. Silence fell between them once more as they continued onwards, the base

’I think I would like to travel the world.’ The voice shocked Nari back into the moment, her eyes taking a few steps to recognise the Satyr standing beside her, and the way its expression seemed to hold some measure of wonder at the thought it had presented. She wasn’t entirely sure what to make of the statement, and it took her a while to respond to the waiting guide, her mind racing as she tried to figure out something polite and friendly to say in return. ’Have you…considered asking for a leave of absence, so you can…travel the world?’ It was a bland statement, meant as nothing more th