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futurology2017-01-04 02:14 pm
respired) wrote in futurology2017-01-04 02:14 pm
video; un: deathweaver
[ Koltira's coming to you live from the latest addition to Oska: a blacksmith's forge, newly constructed on the castle grounds. He's standing over the anvil, hammer in hand, his implacable expression as unreadable as ever. His saronite breastplate is on the anvil, repaired back to its dark and ominously gleaming glory. The hearth behind him blazes with hungry fire, and the stone walls--already black with soot--are hung with various tools for cutting, shaping, and otherwise manipulating metal.
He lifts the hammer--a tremendous, black thing that looks like it could easily smash someone's head in--such that its oak handle rests against his bare shoulder. He's wearing only a pair of rough black trousers, slung loose on his hips; his pale hair is tied back into a ponytail. The glowing blue tattoos across his chest and forearms cast shadows in the dim forge light, evoking the silhouettes of blades over the cream-colored bricks.
Friendly and innocuous, as usual. ]
I asked Lloyd for a forge, and my petition was granted.
[ He taps the breastplate with his free hand. ]
I needed to repair my armor after answering Achilles's challenge.
[ Koltira speaks tonelessly, as though referring to ancient history, though the fight weighs on him still. He pauses for just a second, his long ears twitching, and then he moves on. ]
I have materials enough for other repairs, should you require them. If you'd like a weapon crafted, I can accommodate a few requests on that score as well.
[ He bows his head slightly. ]
You need only ask.
He lifts the hammer--a tremendous, black thing that looks like it could easily smash someone's head in--such that its oak handle rests against his bare shoulder. He's wearing only a pair of rough black trousers, slung loose on his hips; his pale hair is tied back into a ponytail. The glowing blue tattoos across his chest and forearms cast shadows in the dim forge light, evoking the silhouettes of blades over the cream-colored bricks.
Friendly and innocuous, as usual. ]
I asked Lloyd for a forge, and my petition was granted.
[ He taps the breastplate with his free hand. ]
I needed to repair my armor after answering Achilles's challenge.
[ Koltira speaks tonelessly, as though referring to ancient history, though the fight weighs on him still. He pauses for just a second, his long ears twitching, and then he moves on. ]
I have materials enough for other repairs, should you require them. If you'd like a weapon crafted, I can accommodate a few requests on that score as well.
[ He bows his head slightly. ]
You need only ask.
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But I guess there are worse ways about this.
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Oh? Did you expect to one day be free of me, and thus have full license to return to your old ways?
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Nah, I was bettin' on us bein' stuck with each other one way or the other, but I guess I never really thought much about my life endin' up this way.
I kinda miss the heists an' all, but it's kind of hard to get a profit off of that when currency doesn't exactly follow through from world to world.
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Who knows where our travels will take us? Who knows what they will ask of us? Perhaps some theft or another will be the key to saving one of these realms, one day.
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Sometimes.
[ He clears his throat. ]
For you.
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