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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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None. I wish only to be of use--and I have few needs that the lot of you are capable of fulfilling, anyway.
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That would leave a great many of us in your debt, then. And really, how is it you know what we may or may not be capable of?
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[ His long ears twitch. ]
I suppose I don't. But I have no use for what the average person might be able to give.
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Then, naturally, I must ask: how do you know that you speak to an average person?
[ The smile that curves his lips is sharp, cold and polite. Not unfriendly but neither is he necessarily friendly. ]
Surely everyone here is special in some way for us to have been chosen.
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[ He shrugs. ]
Otherwise, a fair point.
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Well, I would ask a weapon of you--a set of blades, suitably weighed for throwing as well as strong enough for close combat. What would you ask in return?
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[ He bows his head slightly. ]
I will have them to you before we depart for the next mission. As to payment --
[ He shrugs. ]
Your thanks will suffice.
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