Arya heads a door open and she turns towards the direction it was heard from. A man standing there yelling almost to loudly stands there in an apron. What he was saying sounded almost sarcastic but maybe what he is asking could be a real question. She laughs walking towards the place and entering it.
“I have this sword that lord Marzan created and well I don’t know what to do with it. Could you help me what I need to do with it next, possibly?”
She asked this to see if there was anything possibly could be done with it or was it a useless sword like any other sword, unlike her dagger she carriers with her now. This dagger she has maybe looks normal but grants an ability she has yet to test besides once against that crystal.
First to enter the smith's forge was a young woman. Though he raised an eyebrow at her appearance, the weapons she carried told him everything he needed to know. He didn't need the young woman to confirm it for him, but she did anyway. The smith's jaw tightened as one of the genuine articles, a God Slaying Tool forged by the legendary smith himself, graced his shabby hut. He couldn't help but gawk in awe, even beneath a subtle scowl. Folding his arms Durmaz inspected the piece and with a sigh, explained.
"Well it's no wonder you're stuck if all you're doing is swinging the thing about.
When it was forged the tool bonded to your soul. Now it's looking to deepen that bond, but you need to be the one to take that first step."
When it was forged the tool bonded to your soul. Now it's looking to deepen that bond, but you need to be the one to take that first step."
Durmaz was somewhat perplexed himself as to what to do to "kickstart" that next step. Usually Iavid handled that with his infinite wisdom and sagely insight. He knew it was more than simply catalyzing the tools with another dose of Human Principal, and that not every tool, or soul, could be measured with the same metric. As such, Durmaz advised the young woman to go on a journey of exploration, to discover what that tool meant to her. Was it just a stick to swipe at threats or was there something more? Would she wield it to destroy her foes? Protect others? She would need to come to that conclusion by herself, then return to the forge with a more complete understanding of the mutualistic bond between wielder and weapon.
The_Empire, complete three A-Rank missions on Kamiyasumi to deepen the bond between yourself and your God Slaying Tool, then return.
Mikazuki hears a person speaking in the distance. He looks closer at a man standing in the doorway. Was this the man he was looking for. The only way to know is to tell this person what he need. If it happens then he would know this was the person. Mika walks towards the man enters his place.
“I’m looking to get a shield created. Not something to big but nothing to small either. Just right for me.”
He stands there looking at the man awaiting for answer.
Second to step up and announce what they wanted was a young man with short dark hair?
"Okay, you want a shield of a manageable size, but anything else? Any other qualities you think might be important? Preference on shape or design? You don't want a buckler or a wall of iron, but there's a whole load of shapes and styles between just those two extreme examples. What kind of material are you looking for it to be made of? Wood? Metal? Glass? Details man!! I can work with the bare minimum, but I might make something entirely functional that you hate because I went and painted the damn thing pink."
Durmaz would wait for Mikazuki to elaborate if he so desired, before directing him to the ore rich lands North of the former Freehold, and bountiful but war torn plains of the Land of Fire for his base materials.
Kabuto, complete three B-Rank missions in the Badlands of Earth or Iron Peninsula (Metal) or the Land of Iron (Wood) to gather the raw materials needed, then return.
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Lilith arrived at the Sanctuary, a place she hadn't been to in a long time. For some reason it felt like the place hadn't changed one bit yet.. it had. It felt crowded somehow. She picked up several chakra signatures in the vicinity and headed towards some in hope of perhaps finding some adventure or maybe even new friends.
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Durmaz noted the arrival of the next young woman, but seeing as they only announced their arrival and nothing more, he assumed they were just being friendly. With a closer inspection Durmaz could tell that they were possessed of the spark of life, but nothing more. They lacked the Human Principal, meaning they weren't human, as if the cat ears weren't a clear enough indicator. Even if they wanted to they probably couldn't have a tool forged for them, which only added to his prior assumption that they were an outsider who was just being friendly or nosey. Perhaps both. Seeing neither a reason to dismiss or address them, the smith looked over towards the door.
Outer Cedar Forest (280)
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The simple village wasn't quite what Inveria was expecting, its thatch roofing and monks walking around seemed to be at peace rather than the busy and marketplace like rush that she had pictured, at of all given it was where these weapons were meant to be forged. There was an acrid scent on the air close to her something like sour milk or rotten eggs and looking around she could see a sty of some animals which prompted her to move on. As she walked the monks greeted her in passing and seemed to be neutral, not actively avoiding her but maybe due to her mysterious appearance, they didn't seem to hold conversation perhaps because of her mask hiding her face or the auspicious clothing not worn around the area. Inveria wondered how many people had come here to forge a tool or had weapons forged for them, if there was actively a marketplace where they were bought and sold in this town though from the limited activity, she couldn't see much profit in it. It was a idyllic village something out of a story, everyone working in harmony and not a feel of negative energy in the air, which was when Inveria took the opportunity to ask around.
Stopping at what looked like a general meeting hall, perhaps something of a monastery or even a town hall, the biggest building in the village she could see, Inveria cautiously approach before stopping perhaps a dozen yards from the entrance. If she were to make a positive introduction it might be better if they could see her face and with a tentative hand to her mask, Inveria took a breath before sliding it down. She shivered as she removed the mask for the first time in a while in public, the only other times she ever took it off was in private such as her own room or bathing. Her crimson eyes adjusted to the light as her blonde hair spilled out from beneath her cloaked hood taking a moment to pull her hood down and adjust her hair as well. It shimmered in the sunlight seemingly almost looking like it was weaved from thing strands of gold rather than human hair. Preparing herself and stepping forwards she approached the first person she could find to ask for help.
An elderly man, perhaps in his late 40's stood in front of a notice board tacking on a sheet of paper in a script and language that Inveria couldn't read, as she coughed and quietly said hello to introduce herself.
H- Hello, I heard that there is a great blacksmith here, and he can forge some special weapons. I was wondering if you might be able to introduce me, or point him out?
Inveria was nervous, she wasn't quite sure if she could just ask to meet this blacksmith, or if there was a waiting time, queue, special permissions etc. However she had to start somewhere and she just had to bite down and bare it.
He pointed out the blacksmithing forge across the way, behind another building as black smoke rose from behind it, with a gentle smile and a pointed finger, he explained to find the man working the forge there. The monk's guidance and tone seemed to be very warm, almost as if he were 20 years younger than he looked, giving the impression to Inveria that he had a warm companionate spirit inside. It was curious but while within this village, she felt at ease and energetic at the same time, as if there was a warm glow that enveloped her being around this people and the energy of life here.
Making her way over to the house and forge pointed out, Inveria looked around wondering who might be working here to ask if she could speak about getting a weapon or item made that could help her. The forge was burning strong and small piles of stone and metal laid around with farming tools hung out while the hiss and sizzle of the fire was crackling in the corner.
U-Uhm . . H-Hel- Inveria called out, looking to find some help.
It was there she saw someone else standing waiting around speaking to another person inside, who seemed to be gruff or perhaps not in a great mood, and deciding to wait her turn, Inveria looked around at the smiths abode.
Inveria had never had a talent for crafting or anything creative despite her interest in it, the best creativity she was was an imagination for techniques and new things to try, or perhaps a creativity for making new food that perhaps others might find disgusting. Still, she couldn't help but always appreciate any craftsman and their art.
Durmaz watched another soul wander towards his forge, though they seemed reticent to enter, or properly or loudly address their desire. Did they have stage fright, or were they just off-put by the smith's nature. Muttering under his breath, the smith would then directly address the cloaked woman lingering at the smithy's entrance
"I already said I don't bite, what more do you people want from me... Hey, young lady, if you're after something just come out and say it.
No offense to present company, but four souls have entered this smithy and I've yet to be given a challenge. What are you after?"
No offense to present company, but four souls have entered this smithy and I've yet to be given a challenge. What are you after?"