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PostPosted: Sat Oct 26, 2013 1:48 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Repairing this would be easier than fighting the urge to release what it held, or giving in and joining it as well. The song in his head pounded like an ocean on rock cliffs. He could feel every cavern that existed, each place that the breach had created. There would be more as the fires sang and the forge breathed with his life. The first wash of flux steamed across the blade, and from an insulated reservoir liquid steel. In this state it could be anything save he had prepared before he began. The delay had been justified, without a way to use the metal on itself he would need to fill the gaps instead. The near white hot metal of the sword accepted the pour of the reservoir, but Kruger needed to give the element instructions. He needed it to know exactly how much to penetrate, how much to leave for when it cooled and shrank into place.

All along he heard the screams of Heron, not unexpected, such abuse would call for the voice of any sword. This one was all too human though and with every passing moment he felt like he was torturing her. The sound made him think once more of freedom, of a moment over a year ago when the chains were broken and a soul released. Did that make it into his song? The sound of cracking well before the hammer fell again came to his ear. The guard glowed for a moment longer and then went out. Kruger felt the release of her, felt her slip across the forge to Laictus though he had no idea what she had wanted there. The blade was repaired, it would still serve any who could wield it properly but it was changed forever.

The smith looked to the warrior and shook his head. “I’m sorry…she is gone.”
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PostPosted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 1:15 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

He had been standing as if watching the smith work on Heron but all the while he was watching the lines of magic and soul.

The smith shop was full of magic weaves that wrapped each other before returning to Kruger and at any other time he would have been intrigued and followed the weaves to their sources to inspect..... but today his sight and attention was held by another, the shining silver weaves that rose from the heated sword and the soul lines that always found their way to him.

Some times being able to see the realm of the soul was a curse for the soul race...

His mind swam over hundreds of thousands of battles the woman had stood by his side in. Always at the ready to save him if need be, and always hoping with a small smirk to be saved by him. The warmth he felt as she would lay her body against him and wait the nights out. He remembered the feeling of her pressure on his back flying Gondri over the glades and mountains of Atheria. The love he felt for the Witch of Kinton flowed over him in waves..... And the memory of the night she held the Longinus looking to his broken body after being taken from the trial, the tears and her pain as she gave herself to the sword so he could be healed by the magic of the Godkin...

This sword was his love and his hope for this world all in one and now.... he watched the smith strike and the fluctuation in the soul lines before she rose from the sword her face contorted. She latched her soul to him screaming in both pain and sadness. Screaming in his ear bothered him none as he held back his own screams. His heart pounding and his breath choked he put his hands over the slender body of the woman who held him and slowly he begged within his heart for forgiveness and... He wept.

Falling to his knees with the first semblance of agony written on his face in almost a century. Small pools of tears formed in his eyes wrapping the ethereal body in his arms. He showed no concern if he seemed insane to those around him, her form was all he felt and the words of the smith fell on him heavily as something deep within he already knew would occur.

The abrupt end of the screams brought his heart to his throat. His eyes widened with the feeling of the soul strands fading from his arms. This was the last moment he would spend with Heron after all the time he had used her as a weapon he was to hold her fading form once more.

She slowed her own breath as she began to fade from this world and placed her transparent lips to his one last time. With a whisper in his ear she spoke the words he always longed to hear from her, “It is fine my love, there is nothing to be forgiven... I will always love you.” her gentle and loving smile tearing at his heart as he watched the silver light of the soul begin to fade around her and he was left alone once more in this world.

His eyes moving to the sword once more as he prayed to every Atherian god as well as those he had learned of in Rhy'din that at least that one memory be left behind and it retain her form. “This will suffice...” having no use for words and fighting the urge to lose himself in the rage of the Astral-Shift once more he extended his left arm taking the sword and moving his death like eyes over the smith in agony, “How much do I owe you sir...”
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:48 pm    Post subject: Bone Sceptor Reply with quote

The smell of brimstone lingered in the area at all times though it was perhaps thicker now than earlier in the day. Kruger found working at night was easier, fewer interruptions than during the day. He was open generally though he spent daylight hours designing his creations and taking commissions. The darkness was pierced though dully by the light from the open forge door which let the heat escape and was the source of the sulfurous scent in the air. The nearest shop was dark, a carpenter who lived outside the city walls. Once he would have felt mildly guilty for the distinct racket caused by his trade.

A callused hand pulled at the bellows chain, the skin covered in soot and the streaks of perspiration that came with being next to the coals whose heat grew with every pull. He'd grown used to being near the flames, the leather apron covered his front giving some relief. He wore no shirt finding that fabric could catch the embers that sprayed from his hammer blows.

The small Fey, being new to town was in a curious mood. Her want to explore the town had escalated throughout the day and she took the time at night to fulfill her curiosity. It was comforting to have the shadows of the street envelope her as the soft footfalls of her leather boots kick up some of the dirt and dust along the stones of the roadway. A sudden scent of brimstone filled her nose as her ears twitched to the sound of someone working just ahead. It seemed familiar, the sound and scent as she drew closer, she couldn't place it just yet but she knew it was something that triggered her memory.

Along the path she finally came upon an open doorway, feeling a gust of heat hit her upon drawing closer. Almost immediately a trickle of sweat beaded along her spine after being in the cool breeze of the street. She blinked slowly as her eyes adjusted to the sudden light and a warm smile spread across her pointed face. Oh yes, this is why it had seemed so familiar. A Blacksmith, like her grandfather was. She stood awkwardly in the doorway, enjoying the heat of the forge. She had always loved watching her grandfather work his creations with such precision. She decided to linger for a moment, silently watching and hoping she wouldn't disrupt this man's work.

He worked the chain slowly, the huffing of the bellows tuned to his own deep breaths. The entire place seemed to be a reflection of him. Softly he hummed a slow tune that may or may not have words. He listened to the voice of the flame as it rose with a voice like dried leaves under footfalls. There was something more though. The acoustics had changed slightly with the entry of the Fey. The light flickered off the walls and work benches. Across the tops of those benches well kept tools were organized. It was early yet in this crafting, he had yet to call his circle. An odd order even for what he was used to.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:48 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Bits of metal that seemed to be fused to bone were laid atop the bench closest to the forge proper. An anvil stood in the center of the work area. A molded cast of a smith on one knee its left arm propped and bent atop it elbow out to the side made up the horn. Its back held a flattened plate that seemed ready to take the weight of the world. At the right foot of the smith a hammer laid aside so that its right arm could reach downward toward the wooden base that held it. That base was carved lovingly into a woman on her knees, her back bent and her face looking up towards the anvil, and the reaching hand. Hair carved flowing down to meet the floor. That it was special to the smith should be evident in its placement.

Kruger looked away from the forge and flame to the newcomer. The wolf branded into his left cheek creasing with the grin that came to him upon seeing her. The whip scores across his back and shoulders would become more visible the closer she got to him. He moved though turning towards her like those old scars had no hold on him. "Welcome to Kruger's Exotic... I am Kruger." he glanced to the depth of the darkness outside squinting slightly before turning back to her. "It's later than I thought... Have you come to make a purchase or, just looking around?"

She gave the male a sheepish smile as she reached her hands up to remove the hood that covered her white, opalesque hair. The long locks fell down her shoulders and back once the hood was no longer binding them under the forest green cloth. The sides of her hair, just at the temple, were pulled back away from her face exposing her crystal blue eyes. The shade of blue being so light it was just a faint distinction between the white eye itself and her iris.

Without her hood to cast a shadow over her forehead and cheekbones, her Fey marks were contrasted as a pale lavender on her white, snowy skin. In just the right light, her skin seemed to hold a sheen of silver pixilation. The marks were an angular design of triangles and tribal pieces, a larger mark in the center of her forehead and lines of tribal triangles traced her cheekbones and the line just below her eyebrows.

Her crystal hues fixed on the male as she spoke, "I am sorry for intruding on your work, I heard you crafting and it brought such fond memories. I am a crafter myself, yet your line of work is different. I was curious, as it is my nature." Her voice was soft yet carried around the room, an almost melodic tune that danced around like a song. She tore her gaze away from his to glance around the room, taking in what seemed to be prized station of crafting. She appreciated the detail and told him such. "That is beautiful work, Sir Kruger."
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:49 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Kruger's wheat colored eyes watched as the hood came away. His gaze took in each subtle nuance of her coloring and the markings. The woman was looked at as though she were one of his craftings, symmetrical, and exquisite every element complimentary to the next. It was hard to say if the firelight was an enhancement or a detriment to the whole of her. His head shook a couple of times though the motion was hardly detectable. "You are not intruding, some do come just to watch..." He turned away from her, for fear of offending her with his scrutiny, that and he found her mildly mesmerizing. "...or just to get out of the cold." He took a deepened breath, regaining control over his thoughts and with that his presence of mind.

She spoke of the anvil, there was still an ache in him as he looked at it. Kruger wet his lips and clenched down on his jaw to stop his self from becoming that reaching smith once more. "A gift... one I wish I could take credit for."Mo chroi. He swallowed hard fighting his thoughts once again. He needed to keep them here and now, there was no time for the longing tonight. "I don't believe I have ever seen another quite like h... it." The flames, the forge yes his gaze was torn from the anvil and refocused on the chaos in the flames. He felt stretched now, if slightly between two places, two times. That wouldn't do for tonight's work. He needed the precision that he had spent decades learning. "You are welcome here... Stay if you will, leave if you must." The fires had the cure, he knew that much... they told him often enough that everything burns. "I am simply a smith though, I need no title." Control regained he looked back to her and let his grin out once more.

She noticed the pained look in his eyes as he spoke of the anvil, whether he wanted it to be known or not. The soft twinge of almost despair from talking about what he seemed to hold so dear to him. She decided to change the subject as she made her way over to an area to rest herself onto. "Alright then, Kruger without the title..." A warm smile twitched her lips upward as she seated herself upon a crate she discovered nearby, close enough to watch but at a distance not too distracting or close to the flames. "I am Faerdae, though many just call me Fae." She removed the wool, forest green cloak that covered her shoulders and placed it beside her, no longer needing it in the heated room.

Beneath the cloak showed a well-fitted, white leather corset type top, her uncovered shoulders held intricate lace designs of her marks, completely different from those on her face. They were softer and more feminine in their manner, instead of the harsh angles and lines of the marks upon her cheeks and forehead. The marks etched along the outside of her arms, across her elbows and down to her fingertips. They were colored the same pale lavender as the rest of the designs. She laced her thin, dainty hands together before setting them into her lap, her also well-fitting white cloth pants to match her top.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:50 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Upon her feet were her plain, brown leather boots, soft leather without soles to add her to her agility and stealth, which made her steps quiet. She silently watched him, not wanting her speaking to distract him from his work that she seemed to enjoy so much. The smell, sounds, the warm of the flame, it sent her back to a place she found so comforting and peaceful. She pushed away the other thoughts that jumped to bombard her mind, the ones that weren't so pleasant, the ones that reminded her how she lost that comfort place.

"Fae then... until you bid me otherwise." He looked at the crate she had chosen the look on his face contemplative. "You'll want to move that I think, closer but over there." He pointed to the northern wall just beyond the anvil. From there she would have a view of everything, and be within the area of effect. "Not that I am demanding, it will be easier for you I think." He wasn't sure how to describe the need, he just knew it was so. Kruger waited for her to make the move before beginning. The door to the shop swung slowly closed though no one was there to cause it.

"Hmn...." She nodded in understanding before pausing slightly at the shop door closing on its own, causing her to jump slightly. She shook it off, hoping he didn't notice and went about moving the crate to where he instructed. She settled the crate down into a spot she suited and seated herself much like she was before upon it. He was correct, she did have a better view as she rested her small, pointed chin in her palms, her elbows resting on her knees as she watched him, the light from the fire caused her hair to look like flames itself. She sat in silent anticipation, simply waiting for him to work his magic.

Sound changed, the very closing of the door could be heard as though it were right next to them. The waves bouncing from a ceiling that seemed domed to bring this specific property to the workplace. Despite the heat the skin at his back pebbled as he reached for the chain of the bellows much as he had been when she arrived. Once again the bellows seemed to breathe in tune to the smith, now those dried leaf sounds came across with words. Around them a sphere of invisible energy, set in motion by pressure, a veritable whispering gallery that rose and directed sound around it to those who were close enough to its edges.

We burn... Everything burns. The flames sounded like a chorus of voices, and still the bellows worked them hotter. Within the sphere the first sounds of ticking, the pendulum swinging of a clock. It struck louder yet slowing always slowing inside that circle. The pieces had been left for him, instructions on what was desired. There was more but delivery instructions had no place in his thought, in his designs tonight. Kruger reached over his head for a set of tongs. He took up those bits of metal and bone and shoved them deep into the coal bed.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:51 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

The song had begun for him, the diminutive Fae had become part of his world within the forge. There was more though, a shifting in what could be seen. It was as though other places, other forges were visible and melding into this one. The anvil never changed but the rest of the major tools were in a constant state of flux. Kruger seemed not to notice, or perhaps he was the cause, the humming he had left off earlier had come back the sound carried to Fae in words of power that never passed through the air over the anvil. It was as though he was standing next to her whispering them directly into her ear.

The forge had altered, it had become a great ebony monstrosity that spewed dark flames that had clawed fingers which reached for him through the air. Shadow and light still flickering but somehow the dark flames cast a darker light of chaos. The briny quench boiled in its depths steam rising, and caressing everything within. The moisture creating a visual haze that ran along that invisible sphere and made it seen. Now perhaps she would understand why he had moved her. Further from the fire and the water. deeper into the amphitheater of the work area. He turned, shadow hiding his face though his eyes held a shine that seemed leftover from the flames.

He reached for a hanging hammer and at his touch it began to glow with an electric blue intensity. It changed shapes as well, much like the forge, and the quench. Even the bellows had altered into something so similar but different. The haze of steam finished surrounding them. It hisses off the metal of the forge. Kruger's tongs dipped into the coals and brought out a bit of metal so hot it was nearly white. He looked to Fae, only once, his lips never stopped moving until he held the piece over the anvil and brought the hammer down on it. A bell tone, the sound of hammered metal, and an anvil ringing... still the anvil never altered his altar his sacred place and the one thing that would never change in these creations.

The vibrations carried from that blow resonating around the sphere. Now he smiled at her, the hammer striking again, the space above him trembled. it opened into a swirling maelstrom, a breaching of the sphere, but more than that the barrier between the physical and the metaphysical. Few understood what it took, fewer still the why of it. This is where his scars came from, a master who could never explain what he didn't understand the one who tried to break him of his questions and curiosity. The boy had grown, he had accepted what was given him, yet he had broken. Not from the lashings... surely everyone could see it there at the center of his soul, at the void that surrounded him the stripping away of that which he cared for most.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Metal was folded and refolded, working with a piece until it needed to be driven into the heart of the flames. Into the flames with one piece out with another a slow shape coming... the ticking slowed even more interrupted by the staccato of the hammer. Kruger's face, the brand on his cheek was lit in those hammer blows as embers flew and their light ripped and then ebbed away. A song, the words unintelligible, a language foreign to the ear but filled with loss, with the ache of eons. A blistering of heat as the bellows had begun to work on their own, still so in tune with the smith, and his breathing. Everything burned but without the breath there was no life for the fire, no heat, no creation. Still the steam rolled yet somehow the levels in the quench never lowered. Even though the humidity plastered his dark hair to his forehead and left a sheen on everything. The shapes kept coming, changing. The pieces all similar but their sizes were different. He began to weld them together, flux added to the overlap, hammer strokes sending white embers shooting into the air like tiny shooting stars in the night sky.

The dainty Fey watched in amazement at the work that unfolded before her. Her crystal hues grew wide, soaking her surroundings in, the sounds, the smells, his.... magick? Is that what this was? If it was magick, it was one she was unfamiliar with. She watched his precise movements, his smile that truly seemed to meet his eyes as he worked. He loved his work and he was good at what he did. She was mesmerized with him, she found beauty in his actions that others may not understand, but she did She could relate to him as she found peace and happiness in her own work. Upon seeing his smile, she couldn't help but return one of her own. It seemed contagious. She somehow heard music in the work, a soft whispering that circulated and enveloped her sharply pointed ears, making her almost want to dance. She stayed put, of course, but the entire scenario was intoxicating to her. The pulsing energy that seemed to emanate from Kruger sent goose bumps along her snowy arms, regardless of the burning heat that swelled around the forge.

There was so much to see, so many elements that needed to be watched over and time itself seemed to be accommodating the man behind the anvil. Slowly the pieces went together vertebrae after vertebrae welding together growing larger then smaller once more. Inside he felt hollow, as hollow as the pieces he fit together. He let another piece of memory strip away from him and find itself within this thing he was creating. A dark spine emerged that had yet to receive its head. Would it have a head did it require one?
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:52 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

He rarely questioned the thing he was asked to make. There had been too many killing tools created for him to believe refusing one would ever make a difference. The headless spine was sent into the quench, the boiling increased bubbles across the surface and roiling away from the edges. He didn't have time for the brine though. There was more to do... there was always more to do. From the depths of the fire the tongs brought the largest piece. He'd worked on it a little, now those hammer strikes were bringing out a shape. A glance spared for Fae, had she understood his invitation when he gave it? Did she know that within the sphere she had become the guardian?

He'd placed her in the north, guardian of that which was earth, or this realm. For some it was pretense, a simple ritual. He could see the way she seemed attuned to the entire process. That was his need, and perhaps her offer. He knew this shape had seen it as it was in the symbol of time, the snake head, and its mouth open to consume its own tail, but this head was not doing that. Its fangs were long and wickedly pointed hammered metal that and bone. Kruger could only guess that there were enchantments that kept the flames from burning through bone. The entire thing seemed some terrible beautiful necromantic engine.

He pulled the spine handle from the briny depths with his bare hand, the water swirling away from him and liquid mirror of the breach in the quantum barrier above. The top of the handle was laid into the flames again. Those bellows kept sighing pumping as though worked by his diaphragm. Mastery, it meant much by itself. He had tried to explain it to others but it was something to be seen to be believed. The forges of power, numbered seven. The knowledge of them however was nearly lost, or like in Kruger's case, waiting to be discovered. Fae could see even if she hadn't heard of them the seven tools.

One to each forge of power. The dark forge and its black flames. The electric blue hammer that was in his hand. The quench that never seemed to lose its brine despite the way it boiled. The bellows that rose and fell, and had reshaped itself before her eyes. The whispering gallery that the sphere made up. The Pendulum, unseen, but heard in that slow tick that seemed to alter the flow of time itself. The only thing left, the one item that hadn't changed was The Anvil... the altar for the smith's offerings. Time, without the pendulum this work would take much longer, weeks, months. Or had it been that long already? Confusion within the sphere, a strange ordered confusion that seemed centered on the man with the hammer. He pulled the newly heated handle from the forge and lined it up with the base of the snakes skull.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:53 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

A spoon of flux, to clean the metal to aid the welding of the pieces. Did the scepter writhe under the torment of the hammer? Did it shriek as the welding commenced or was that simply illusion? Too hard to say in the heat and the steam... To hard to believe the beating heart that seemed to descend from that breach and position itself within the mouth of the snake. It was there though pulsing, beating like a hammer and tuned to... that gallery knew, it told the secret of the heartbeats a pair of them beating together. The smith's face saddened as he looked on it and knew it even as he felt his own pulse. It was done though, too late to undo.

The scepter glowed red, it had little to do with the heating. The instant the heart was place it took on a glow of its own. Kruger dropped the scepter into the quench and took a ragged breath. His palm went to the top of the anvil but his knees gave away and he found himself prostrate, the stone floor sending pain sluicing up his legs. The room shifted once more, within the elements became their originals. the hammer clattered from Kruger's hand as normal as you would find in any smithy. His hair still pasted to his head, those wheat colored eyes looked up to Fae again. He shivered from his efforts, the perspiration leaving him clammy. Kruger let his face drop, and reached for something unseen at his feet. "mo chroi" a barely audible whisper came from him and then just slowly steadying breaths. "I'm sorry..." His voice sounded used up as he spoke to Fae. "Just give me time."

Fae brought Kruger to the workbench that he had set his sights on, once she knew where he was headed she could easily bring him to the area. She helped him get settled onto the bench and she laid her hand upon his forearm, her energy reverberating into his, hoping it would give him some more strength. "Perhaps, but it wouldn't have changed the circumstance any had I known. Regardless, with all that power I expected you to be drained at some point." She turned to stand directly beside him before hoisting herself onto the workbench, replacing her hand onto his arm once more to continue sending her energy into his. It was a slow process but she hoped within moments his strength would return to a bearable amount.

He could feel the energy from her, it wasn't asked for or necessarily understood how she managed to do it. It was appreciated with a small smile that took as much effort as he was able to mount. "It would have at least let you know." He shrugged slightly not really knowing where he was trying to go, or what he was apologizing for anymore. "I suppose what I mean is I am glad you were here." That was where his mind was truly. "You aren't the first to watch... I don't mind people being present. It saves me from having to try and put it into words. I am a fairly simple minded person." A bit of a chuckle came from him and a slight flush to his face. "I wonder though if you found what you might have been looking for tonight." He wouldn't ask beyond that. It wasn't overly strange to have young girls... at least she seemed so right now to him, wandering this late.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:54 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

She quirked a brow at him, a hint of a smile on her face as she kept her hand positioned on his arm, she was a healer of both wounds and energy. She had healed even the worst fatal wounds with little scarring in her many years of life. She knew how to use her own energy and push it onto others to heal them internally and externally. Would a major wound leave her drained? Of course. But she would gain her strength back over time.

Her energy was like a cool breeze on an autumn morning, crisp yet soothing. It left an almost tingling sensation from her touch, like the most gentle of electric currents. It was a rejuvenating energy she used on him now, and she brought her crystal gaze up to meet his eyes, she did wonder how he saw her. She was unbelievably small, dainty, looking delicate. Yet beneath her thin structure held tight and tone muscle, and a strength that most didn't know about unless experiencing it themselves.

Though she was skinny she was also well filled out in her hips and chest, ruining the illusion of her being too young. Instead she looked to be in her early 20s, hardly 21 though it was her eyes that gave away her true age, they held the pain and sorrow, the experience and knowledge of someone who had lived a lifetime or two, perhaps more. It was a moment before she responded to him, "I don't really know what I set out to accomplish tonight, perhaps a part of me knew that there would be a soul in need of my presence. Or perhaps it was merely my curiosity of this strange new place. All the same, I'm glad whatever had brought me here... did." She let a soft smile break across her face, hoping it would hush his apologies, as she felt he really didn't need to apologize for anything. She didn't want to think about what could've happened had she not been there, him having to deal with this by himself. She downcasted her eyes, a few strands of her waist-length opal hair cascaded around her soft face, seeming to shimmer with her own energy now.

Kruger could feel the strength returning, that slight tingle where she touched him could have easily been explained away by simply having a touch where there hadn't been one before. He knew a little better. Normally he would have simply lay down where he had fallen and slept. Her size was not so odd really. It was nice on occasions not to have to look up from his own height of 5' 6". He was heavy though, thicker through his chest and shoulders from years of hammering.

He wasn't overly surprised by her strength either. He saw things from the perspective of someone who had folded metal and made weapons of varied sizes. The metal was always equal, the length rarely made a thing less deadly. People weren't much different. He let her eyes meet his again, though it had lost... or he had grown used to them. Perhaps though there was more to it an odd bonding that occurred through his work and now hers for him. He didn't claim to be an expert in all things magical. His area began and ended within the walls of his forges.
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PostPosted: Mon Mar 17, 2014 9:56 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

He reached for those newly fallen strands slipping them back over her ear and shoulder. "I don't believe in fate, or destiny. Maybe that sounds odd. Neither do I put my faith in the gods... once perhaps but..." He trailed off a shake of his head at not quite knowing when that change had come, only that he realized that the divine were more messed up than those who sought them out. "They are flawed in my eyes." His hand slid around behind his back and released the lower catch of that leather apron. He eased the loop over his head and set the wet leather onto the bench next to him. The movement showed her the stripes that covered his back once more, in a white that stood out against his normal skin tones. "You are not from these parts then, Fae?"

She fought a blush that threatened to make an appearance on her cheeks as he set the stray hair behind her ear, not being used to such gestures. It was foreign to her, yet somehow she didn't mind it in the least, so didn't fight his touch. She chuckled softly underneath her breath, the sound coming out hoarser to her than she expected, though she was sure it would still sound the same to him. Others didn't normally catch when her voice changed but she knew.

That part of herself couldn't be ignored in her own mind. She side glanced at the scars that ran along his back and various parts of the exposed flesh, she knew what they were having seen it from a few of her own people. They weren't battle scars in a technical sense, but yet they were in a sense. A battle of one's past. Sudden emotions bubbled up inside her, more foreign experiences. She felt saddened by the marks, wishing he had never had to experience such pain and sorrow, and anger to the ones who caused them. She wanted to reach out and touch them, to try to soothe them even if he didn't seem to fully need soothing but she didn't feel it was her place to make such a gesture.

Instead she kept her hand on his arm, a gentle touch as she continued with her energy into his until she felt a comfortable amount of strength had returned. She kept her gaze on her hand, not sure if her emotions would betray her through her eyes as she almost forcefully swallowed them down. "The Gods were once noble and grand, but they have lost their touch. I've almost wondered if they gave up on the world they used to hold so dear.... And no, I am not from these parts, hardly from this realm at all." She wasn't sure how the people here felt about the Courts, so she wasn't sure if it worth mentioning. Her family had shunned her for her choice, the Court she had loved previously shunning her for who she was. Surely someone she had just met would feel no remorse to shun her as well.

Kruger's head tilted at her, there would be no argument from him on them losing touch. To him there was still more to it. He refused to voice it and risk any kind of disagreement. "You aren't the first. Many come here from other places." His tone, the emphasis on the word 'other' would tell her that he didn't just mean arriving from a different country. "It's not a bad place, in all I would say despite the chaos, it may be one of the best." He offered her a grin that had his ears rising and put lines at the corners of his eyes.

(Many thanks to Faerydae who played this weapon crafting out with me)
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:17 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

November 3rd



What are you doing?

The Little Boy’s voice might have been inside Charlie’s head, but he couldn’t resist conjuring up the image of the Red Opal’s manifestation looking over his shoulder like a curious child. He had been sitting on the little island in his kitchen for the better part of two hours, legs dangling and swaying like a child’s to the tune whatever Nell had playing on today’s edition of Turn Around Sound as he tinkered with the host of three-dimensional digital images he had produce from both ominitools. A bright orange image spun on it’s axis in one palm while the matching tips of the fingers on his opposite hand manipulated it in places to his satisfaction. He pretended not to hear the query until it was repeated twice more.

“Jin Chae will be facing the half-orc Jake Thrash in the arena soon,” he said aloud. “He is larger, stronger, and more experienced than she is, and despite his perceived good nature it seems possible that the nature of his genetics could still produce a savage reaction when they face one another.”

So? She’s not defenseless and it was her choice to challenge him over anyone else? And you can’t be in the ring with her.

He couldn’t counter the point, dark brows knitting together pensively when he spared another glance down at the schematic in his palm. “Agreed, but I can do this.”

Gesturing with his fingers, Charlie expanded the holographic image to a large size. As he did so, tiny lines of pixelated energy extended from it and spawned copious amounts of text that provided a number of explanations for the image. It was the silhouette of a female body, very specific and a shape that he (and the Little Boy by extension) was intimately familiar with. Overlapping the outline in various places were fresh additions to the body, slowly covering it and spawning more text-based explanations until it was all too apparent when he was working on.

Really? You’re going to do that for her? The tone was an odd mixtured of dry humor and piqued curiosity.

“I’m a realist,” he snorted. “And I’ve seen enough to be well aware that I can’t always protect her, no matter how much I would like. There’s some battles that Jin Chae will have to fight on her own, like this one. She’d likely be offended if I tried. But that doesn’t mean I can’t offer her some protection. Some defensive edge.”

There was a short bout of silence, allowing the drumming of his heels on the cabinets and Nell’s voice in the background (Hey, was that Grace on the show with her?) to fill up the lull in the conversation, before the Little Boy spoke again.

It’s not that I’m not somewhat impressed that you’re letting your ticker do a little of the driving here, Nine, but that is a lot of tech to be hunting down and you don’t even believe in this other stuff, remember? So I’ll ignore this one part over here… but where are you going to get the materials for something this involved and who is going to put it all together?

“I left a message with Kruger at his shop, asking him to meet me in the morning to discuss the details of him making this happen. This is, to some large degree or another, his forte and I have seen some of the things he’s done for Andrea. I would imagine that if he can’t do this, and in such a short amount of time, then no one can. Money I’m not worried about.” Part of the Red Opal’s question had, of course, been ignored. It hadn’t gone unnoticed.

Nine… where are you going to get the material? Some of it’s…

Charlie grimaced.

No. Are you insane? Okay, forget I asked that. This is madness! Ugh, forget I said that too. It’s suicide. The infernal thing pulling your strings watches you close enough as it is, Nine. Do you think you’re just going to waltz right into her den and raid the Armory for the rest of your old stuff? Seriously. You’re going to get yourself killed!

“No I won’t,” came the guarded reply as the images winked out of existence and he slipped off of the island to move towards the bedroom. “I’ll succeed.”

Oh, really? The tone was droll. Am I missing some incredible detail here or part of the plan that’s going to allow you to easily win the day here?

“I never said it would be easy. It’s going to be hard. But I refuse to let her down.”

...

Well, if you’re going to pretend to be a superhero, could you at least put on some pants before you march us into danger?
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PostPosted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:18 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

November 7th



It was still an hour or two before sunrise when a hooded and black clad figure limped around the side of Kruger’s workshop, gingerly pulling a single axle cart and trying valiantly to avoid listing to one side in a manner that would topple both. It seemed unlikely the proprietor would be there at this hour, but even if he was awake and present, the delivery person hardly seemed in the condition (and the mood) for a cordial face-to-face. Instead a note was left with the tightly bounce and covered material:

Kruger,

Here are the materials as promised in as much abundance as I could manage. Should you need to procure any additional items for the project, do so and I will be sure to settle up in whatever way is necessary. Per the original request and whatever cost incurred with it, I would need it ready before the rise of the sun on Monday, the 10th.

Thank you,

Charlie Nine


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PostPosted: Mon Nov 10, 2014 5:19 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

(OOC note: This is posted with many thanks to the player of Kruger, who wrote it, and all the credit in the world should go to him for this piece!)

Time was short, would it ever be any different for those who came to him? There had always been great need for them. Kruger understood this above all things, it was something inherent in people to wait and see. To hope that the need wouldn’t arise, he knew better though. That’s why he was so successful. The need would always arise for his services. The difference was that he could serve them so much better if they came at the beginning. It was Charlie Nine this time, not that the who mattered really. He was coming not for himself but someone else.

Jin Chae knew little of what Kruger was beyond those fighting rings. What she knew was what he allowed. Others knew and had come to him for such specialized items before. This time it would be armor. Kruger would do the job, he pushed everything aside once Charlie provided him with the necessary supplies. Kruger would spend the intervening time studying, drawing out his thoughts and ideas. Those would become the blueprints, measurements scratched onto the pages that he’d need to build to. He hoped she’d appreciate the skill that would go into this making.

Leave it to Charlie to give him something that probably should have been turned out by Batten Industrial. He’d do the job though, it would be his own defiant thumbing of his nose at the Ranger. Truly he didn’t hate Batten, truth is he admired the man and his accomplishments. However, Kruger did have a problem with how quickly Batten was able to turn out his equipment. Not because of anything other than the assembly line process. Everything that came from Kruger was touched by his hands, created to the apex of his skills. It wouldn’t matter in the end. Batten’s machines would compensate for the wear to bearings and moveable parts making the last pieces as precise as the first, and just as inhuman.

He was deep under the city, few knew this place. He told only those he trusted most of his underground facility. It had grown beyond a simple forge now. Would Charlie be surprised if he saw the extent of what Kruger the smith had wrought? Not at first perhaps; Kruger stepped onto the platform ninety meters above the floor and still far beneath the high dome, halfway between Heaven and Earth despite being underground. That was due to the fresco in the high dome of the night sky. Stand above the dome on the surface and the sky above would be the exact same that appeared inside that dome.

Kruger spoke one word and the entire forge began to hum with power, there was a cruelty in the smile on his face. It was a far cry from what he’d ever show to those people in The Arena or Outback. The darkness was diminishing in a soft pink glow as around the entire forge crystalline conduits vibrated with life and lit up. In the depths of the forge a clicking sounded as a great multirod pendulum began to swing. It had a full three hundred sixty degree arc possibility and was probably the best physical example of Determination Chaos that Kruger could think of. The bellows began to breathe life into the forge, they moved in time to the smith’s breathing. Heat rose black from the coals and the scent of brimstone permeated the air once again. The smith stepped forward, fingers caressing the intricately carved anvil and base. He began to feed the metal pieces into the coals, lifted his hand and pulled down a heavy hammer.

It was time that had him moving, but knowledge had his finger working, his tools creating. The songs, they didn’t understand what it meant to him, what it meant to creation. He knew but he refused to talk about it to almost everyone. One knew, one had helped him to see. Others would benefit from what he knew and they did not. Sweat poured from him, but he worked on knowing beyond everything what Jin required.

Some armor was meant to stop cutting, others to pad blows. Jin would need the best of both worlds for this. She would need everything the smith could provide. He could hear his song as it wound those spirals up to the top of the dome. He could hear the shuddering of the quantum barrier preceded by the tearing which preceded the opening of the tunnel. Now he was set for working on the level she would need. Kruger shaped the bits and scraps of metal provided by Charlie. He’d needed to determine which were meant to turn edges and which to accept kinetic damage. These he used to create the shell of the armor. The inside would be even more kinetic insulation. This designed to channel energy outward along the entire section of armor and away from the delicate form within. It wasn’t invulnerable, but it could take a pounding greater than anything shy of a full grown dragon.

Sandwiched between those layers was an alloy that was unfamiliar to the smith. It was already at is greatest potential. The smith needed only to cut it and shape it; a blade making it through the outer shell would be turned by this layer. How else could he protect those vital areas on Jin and keep them looking young and pretty? Those bits of crystal throughout the forge were so much more than just pipes to direct the elements of his forging. Kruger had recently had a rash of shattered conduits that needed to be replaced, these he had crushed into a fine powder. Those bits were still linked to the neural network that had been created from their counterparts. At his thought they began to grow and form circuitry. Charlie’s request had not been an easy one. The smith hoped he understood what he was getting bound up into a suit of armor. Slowly piece by piece the smith hammered and joined the layers. Leg armor grew, chest plate took form and the smith sang on telling the metal and the crystal within exactly what he needed.

Around the left leg at the ankle coiled the long scaled length of a water dragon’s tail. It expanded and rose coiling around calf and thigh. It transitioned around the hips and waist finishing upon the chest plate. A great head looking at its four clawed limbs which held a Yeouiju. This orb was unlike anything any other artist or armorer had made though. Its shape was that of an opal, and Kruger had every intention of JC inserting her opal into that spot, and imbuing the armor with the very abilities of the opal itself.

Upon the gauntlets appeared the faces of a Go Dokkaebi, one face for each gauntlet. The Red devil was known to be a trickster, but it was also known to be a great fighters and weapon handlers. Kruger believed that Jin would need to be able to call upon those skills. Upon the Pauldrons which would protect her shoulders a pair of Haechi appeared in that same not quite pink color of the crushed crystal. Their forms were somewhere between a lion and a watchdog with a great wide mouth and a horn in the center of their head. These guardians were said to stave off disasters and even eat fire. Perhaps the smith saw such a need for a wielder of Ice Dancer.

The helmet was small, designed to fit Jin’s head only, it would cover her entire face, head and neck and had a dark transparent alloy that had Kruger’s interest peaked. A heads up display would be visible to the wearer. It was a shame that was all he had been given. In great pink design upon the dark metal was a three legged bird or Samjoko, and its power was said to be greater even than the dragons. Inside the helmet a neural web existed, receptors were visible upon inspection and would tie Jin’s thoughts directly to each piece of armor. Kruger brought all the pieces together upon the same work bench and pink crystalline circuitry reached out of the places where they would join together and connected. They seemed to pull the armor together tightly leaving the full suit lying on the work bench.

The smith pushed a button seated in the spot where a belt buckle would occupy. It was a set of three spirals curving inward, one in red, one in yellow, and one in blue. They wound around each other in a shamanistic symbol that represented respect for ancestors. The entire suit began to retract into itself layers folding over one another. It folded until it was a tiny backpack in the shape of a nine tailed fox. The padded shoulder straps had a five point connector, the very center of that connector was the red, yellow and blue swirl.
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PostPosted: Fri Mar 18, 2016 4:59 pm    Post subject: For an Empress Reply with quote

What exactly does it mean to be Empress? When that Empress is Jewell Ravenlock, it means a lot of blue. It also means some intricate channeling for the sapphire encrusted scepter.

His chisel needed to be resharpened several times as he worked the spiral channel around the haft of the scepter. That wasn't the hard part. Compared to the bird cage setting in the head of the scepter, it was easy work. At least until it came time to actually set the gems. The metal needed to be heated in order to be soft enough that the hammer wouldn't destroy the sapphires. Sure that much would be obvious to anyone who knew about tensile strengths.

Kruger didn't tell Jewell exactly what it would require from him. The sapphires were small, and the miniature clamp he'd need to use didn't operate well in his gloved hand. How many times the metal had grazed his skin as he placed a gemstone was evident across the back of hand and side of forearm. He wouldn't complain, not because he couldn't mind you. Rather Kruger just didn't have the time to. It took time to get the stones in exactly the position he needed them. It took a steady hand and precision hammer strikes. The jig he'd rigged helped some, as it focused the blows to the proper area. But this took time too, time that the metal would give him easily before it needed to be pushed into the flames again.

It became a game to the smith, a twisted version of Jacks that were heated up to temperatures in excess of fifteen hundred degrees. An odd sort of tiddly winks that left the tips of the clamp glowing orange and often needing to be reshaped. It was a game that he was winning. The final few elegant jewels were dropping into place, the jig was positioned quickly and the hammer sent metal to trap them into their new and permanent home.

The cage work he'd done was solid, and still held a delicate opulence. The large sapphire within somehow reminded him of the woman herself. Bold, beautiful, nearly transparent, and yet locked away from everything that could do it harm. That was Jewell, as he saw her. The scepter was an attempt at stately humility. Was that even possible? Weren't they opposites? Chaos reigned with him that day, and chaos knew that opposites can exist in conjunction in its world.

Kruger wrapped the weapon in soft leather then boxed it up for delivery. Inside the polished wooden box Jewell would find a simple note.

For my Empress,

You deserve a weapon that matches you.

Kruger



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PostPosted: Wed Sep 14, 2016 4:12 pm    Post subject: A Gift of a Custom Couture Fragrance Reply with quote

Elessaria took Kruger's mentioning of his own fragrance as a personal challenge. He was a complex man whom she did not know extremely well. She wanted to capture his essence; a scent reminiscent of him, yet even better. She included various accords in her creation to represent the heat of the forge, the sharpness of metal anchored in leather, warmth and woods.

Kruger's custom couture fragrance included but was not limited to these notes:

Top: Bigarade (for that fresh/tart/hot/spicy); bergamot (adds a clean, almost metallic accord); osmanthus; and safraleine (for its unique, hot, twinkling effect.)

Middle: Black elder; leather; orris root; coumarin; hot embers

Base: Black patcholi; kephalis (for the sense of warmth, amber, tobacco and light animalic effect); oud and a touch of peat.


All of this she decanted into a crystal flacon that was shaped like an anvil.

She had a messenger deliver it to with a simple note: No stinky feet or old boots. Enjoy! ~E
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