trans_9 | And I will smite my enemiiiiieeeeees! [Closed]

Entry tags:

And I will smite my enemiiiiieeeeees! [Closed]

At last, progress on one front; the wizard had finally arranged for that sword-forging that he'd promised Ronnae what seemed like lifetimes ago.

He'd gone to the usual efforts of tidying up the place: cleaning out the area around the teleport circle, scrubbing free the caked-on layers of ash and grit from many an explosion, and laboriously fumigated the last lingering hints of beer-waterfall out of the cracks of his furniture. Now, having called the orc girl, he simply folded his forelegs in front of him and lounged on a rug near his comfortable furniture, reading from a book that floated in midair.

(No. He hadn't bothered to dispel the magic that had him in a draconic form at the moment. Why should he?)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ronnae came as she was asked, she stopped right before Abi's workshop and looked at the door wondering what was in store. At the very least she smiled, she hadn't seen her friend since planetside, Wonder how he's doing... She knocked on the frame awaiting a response.

"You have got to start using the teleport circle!" the wizard called out as he temporarily dispelled the magic sealing the door proper. "But come in!"

"S-sorry!" She said coming in hurriedly and bowing quickly. And then looking up, backing up and tilting her head curiously. "Celena?" She asked confused. But Celena is red though...

"Hmm?" The draconic head on a long neck turned reflexively to look at the wall that was only illusion, where Celena would fly in if she had arrived -- but then what Ronnae really meant became clear to him.

"No, no, it's me," he said, looking back with a grin. "I'm acclimating to this form. The spell lasts a week, so... what do you think?"

She smiled wide and got closer. "It's really majestic, jus' like her real form. I think it suits you."

Daja approached the Jedi Temple very carefully - Aibghalien's magic was clearly volatile, if the frequently explosions he had mentioned were any indication. It would not do to touch anything she shouldn't, and set off a magical reaction.

She politely rapped on the door, and inspected the flickers of magic she could see all over the walls while she waited.

"I did pattern it on hers, of course," he said. "It's really something else entirely!"

Well, lucky he'd already dispelled the door seals. Maybe he should just give up on the teleportation circle altogether. "Come in!" he called out again.

"I bet! Dragons are always boasting about how amazing it is, back home. I always wondered what it'd be like." She smiled noticing he called out to another visitor and moved in and into an area where she could be out of the way for whatever was happening.

"I hope I'm not interrupting, I'm Daja Kisu...oh my," Daja said as she opened the door, and found herself face to face with a dragon. Her jaw dropped, and she stared up at Aibghalien.

"I didn't think dragons were real," she whispered, still in shock.

"Good afternoon, Daja," he said with a smile. "Actually, I'm not a dragon, I'm just in the form of one for the moment. But it's based on Celena's form, and she is quite a real dragon. I'm surprised you've never met her."

She fidgeted in her spot before taking a low bow and speaking lightly. "Nice to meet you, I'm Ronnae, Ronnae 'Mash Belore Ryllos." She paused, still eyeing the newcomer wearily, "I guess there weren't any dragons in your world then?" She asked shyly.

"Oh," Daja said, not realising that she could see flickers of magic all through Aibghalien's form. But there was a real dragon, somewhere on Stacy? "But no, I haven't met....oh my. Dragons."

She blinked, suddenly noticing Ronnae's presence. "I'm sorry, I've been rude." She returned Ronnae's bow, although she couldn't help but quickly glance at Aibghalien again while she was doing so. "I am Daja Kisubo. I am pleased to meet you, Ronnae. And...no, there are no dragons in my world. I had believed that they only existed in myth..."

"They are far from common on my world, as well," Aibghalien said. "Creatures of legend and myth only, though with perhaps slightly more evidence to lead people to believe they were real. I had, I admit, about the same reaction when I met Celena the first time. I can introduce you sometime, if you like; she does enjoy meeting people."

She tilted her head curiously, "They're fairly common where I'm form. And amazingly majestic and revered creatures... Well at least the ones not bent on world destruction."

"I would like that, thank you," Daja said.

Turning to business matters, Daja spoke to Ronnae. "Will you be the owner of the sword Aibghalien wishes to have commissioned?"

"I'll arrange for it then," he said, quite pleased.

He settled himself back down to listen to Ronnae and Daja's conversation.

Ronnae nodded, a shy glance over at both before turning to Daja. "I am, he suggested it during our last chat. He was concerned." She'd leave it at that. She didn't like talking about it in particular.

Daja nodded, choosing not to inquire about why Aibghalien was concerned; it was none of her business, and it would be rude to pry. "Once we have discussed the trade, I will need to take your measurements so that I can forge the sword specifically for you," she said. "Also, what kind of sword are you most comfortable with?"

"It should probably go without saying that, one way or another, this will end up a faster and lighter sword than most," he added.

She looked up in thought. Truth be told she knew how to use a plethora of weapons. Her favorite in particular wouldn't be of any use here, or worth forging as a counterpart for her current. She turned her attention back. "I'm more comfortable using larger blades. It's one of my trained methods of fighting. Maybe a greatsword or a large bastard sword." Hopefully her size and frame wouldn't be ridiculed. It'd happened before, but she knew Abi as a friend, and Daja seemed friendly.

"You plan to enchant it so that its lighter?" Daja asked, considering the matter. "Weight is always an issue for swords of that size, particularly for someone of your height. There are ways to reduce weight during forging, but magic is the most effective. Exactly how long would you prefer the blade to be?"

"That will come naturally out of the magic," Aibghalien said. "But I've seen the weapons Ronnae uses, and I have no doubt she could use a two-handed sword fit for the mightiest barbarian."

How that is, he didn't know, but possibly orcs had somewhat anatomically different musculature than an elf or human.

She fidgeted a bit embarrassed. Though she couldn't blame them. "Well I can easily wield two, two-handed blades. I'm better trained at using axes, but I really have a preference of swords over those. The blade this particular one is being forged as the counterpart is about my height in length, tho it's a large axe." She added a bit shyly. It was a bit uncomfortable to talk about the mechanics of it all with people new to her. She always hoped she didn't seem odd or crazy for that matter.

Daja's jaw dropped. "Oh my," she said, amazed. "I've never heard of anyone who can wield a blade that large, even a magically lightened one."

"I've seen it done," Aibghalien said, reminiscently. Of course, that had been by a hulking barbarian sort, but same principles still applied, right?

"Would you care to demonstrate, Ronnae?"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject