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Post by Nal on Nov 1, 2019 10:41:02 GMT -8
The majin grinned, turning to admire the blade made by her companion - compared to hers, it was different, more technically forged and with a cool pattern all over the steel! Hers was more dull, green with fewer waves of meshed metals across it - not exactly solid green, but really close. She should've actually listened to the imp when he spoke.... but the metal sang louder and she heard that way better than the shrieking of the little guy. Who finally was done shouting at her, in fact, has been eerily quiet. "I know, right? Not as cool as yours. Just look at those patterns! But I have those" - the majin raised her weapon, showing off the decorations on the handle, perfectly spaced for the fingers to slip between them and grip the weapon well. "Both of ours are pretty awesome, right, Imp-man?" She asked, turning to... face nothing. The smithy was gone. What was left was a rune made out of their crappy swords and metal rods, with three words scribbled in the dirt in the middle of it - "SO LONG, SUCKERS!", it said. The majin just... stood there, her new, awesome weapon in hand, staring at the writing in utter silence. [202|10173, word cap reached]
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Post by Atalan on Nov 2, 2019 18:54:41 GMT -8
Atalan found himself smiling back at the maijin and then admiring her handiwork. The sword was a some kind of chisel tipped tanto perhaps? He was not all that up to speed on swords... but it was beautiful. The greenish hue have the metal for Nal's blade a far different look than his own, though it was no less spectacular for that. He held the sword at an angle so Nal could better examine the patterns of the Damascus steel while he looked at the pure green star-silver she had inlaid into the handle. He felt a rush of good will and peace that usually eluded him that inspired him to say, "That is amazing Nal, and cunningly done. We should grab the last of our star-silver and go. You never know what else it might be..." His voice stopped as he turned back towards the smithy and saw the mocking message. He blasted the rune apart in frustration, a low growl coming from deep in his chest.
He tamped the anger down and sheathed his blade. Taking a deep breath he turned to Nal, "I guess there's nothing for it; the knave made off with the remnant of our metal. It was good travelling with you, Nal. We should meet again soon and see about working together more. For now I must return to my manor. You may seek me there any time." As they left, Atalan gave Nal all the info she would need to get in touch with him if she ever needed to.
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