Nari-Lanreth

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

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

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’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

Artius seemed to fall silent and consider her words, as if reflecting on some major life lesson that she was sharing with him. Nari was more than content to allow the Satyr to remain silent as they walked, in no desire for extended conversation. She knew there would be more than enough of that to come, once she reached the residence of Hephaestus – the god of the forge. The last time she’d come across the godly being, he’d been relatively silent and contemplative, though his excitement had peaked at her creation. She couldn’t help but wonder how he would be this time, and whether his personali

The question took her by surprise, and she found herself taking a few seconds to respond, considering her answer even as she continued eyeing the area for anything good. When she did speak, it was with hesitation and uncertainty, as well as a small measure of excitement at the thought of being asked such an opinion. ’It’s…amazing, and terrifying, in a way. There’s dangers within the various aspects of the world that are…well, something. A sight to behold, I believe they say…though some I wish I’d never beholden to begin with.’ She fell silent for a few steps, before continuing, the Satyr

The roads led along a winding pathway down into the plains of the floor, and Nari found herself trudging along behind the satyr with a calm manner, her eyes swaying across the open area and eyeing the dangers that remained ever vigilant, though distant, from their procession. She felt the gaze of the Satyr turn her direction numerous times, as though considering starting a conversation, only to let the words fall short as Nari continued running her hands through tall grasses and other areas in search of anything useful. She was determined to maintain a level of awareness to her surroundings as

The early morning air felt somewhat refreshing as it drifted in along the open plains, the mountainous winds bringing a cooling breeze that was chilly, and enjoyable for Nari. She’d made her way to the main gates of the city, finding the Satyr waiting expectantly as she’d known the creature would be. She was, somewhat, disappointed to see it was an entirely new creature this time – dark hair covering legs that tapped impatient hooves against cobblestone walkways. ’Ah, finally! Come, come! Lots to do! Lots to do!’ The Satyr shifted as Nari approached, turning towards her with an expectant

Challenge of Olympus: Blacksmith Nari sighed as she glanced at her to do list for the day, knowing what was to come. She’d managed to rank herself up as a blacksmith – no longer creating simple weaponry that could benefit little, she’d managed to make some headway into her newly returned skill set. She had to admit, it was nice to feel the flow of the anvil, the hammer coming down upon the metals beneath her grasp, and the final outcome that arrived from all the work. Though, the heat of it all still bothered her slightly – and Mio all but refused to enter the smithy if he wasn’t dragged

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