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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?)

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"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?"

She blinked a few times as a blush creeped on her cheeks. "I ah. W-would be honored." She gave a light bow and waited a few. "Jus' need the blades to wield and I can g-give you a demonstration." She was a bit flustered being put on the spot but tried her best to keep face.

"Oh, thank you," Daja said. "And no, the honour will be all mine, I assure you."

The dragon raised a claw, made a few complicated passes, spoke a few words in the language of magic -- and a few greatswords of about Ronnae's height appeared next to the wall. Pure illusion, of course, but since the illusion included force as well as image, these swords would serve as suitable demonstration weapons.

She gave one last bow and grabbed the blades. Surprisingly enough she wielded them with ease, almost as if they were one handed blades instead of their two-handed versions. She made to keep it simple at first. A couple of practice swings, she spun them a few times and made a few jabs. She then followed with her personal practice style which was focused more on her battlefield combat style.

Making sure there was ample space, she commenced an intricate dance. The flow and twirl of both body and weapons was unique and very fluent. She spun, flipped, ducked and charged swinging the blades accurately with ease. Her focus was unwavering and it seemed like she was at peace while doing this. At the end of the intricate dance she rested the blades down and bowed low. She didn't seem affected at all by fatigue, or was very good at hiding it.

Daja looked curiously at the blades - such amazing magic Aibghalien had! No one from her world could creature such convincing blades with magic alone - but it was Ronnae that drew her attention.

"That is amazing," she said. "How are you able to move such heavy blades so quickly?!"

It's only an illusion! It's not real. The real ones would have taken 10 minutes to create and would be of limited duration anyway...

"I wish you could have met Wes," he said wistfully. "He would have NO idea what to make of you."

She blushed heavily and it took a moment before speaking. "It took... It took a lot of training. Mostly started at home, learning the basics of the three schools taught in our world. Then we're encouraged to work on our own style and fortify it. It was my mother who inspired to do it this way." She paused and smiled at nothing in particular.

"She was an assassin, and uses much smaller blades. But the basic fighting style is the same. It's just my training was focused more on heavier weapons since I'm usually thrown in the front lines. As time went by I was able to incorporate two blades instead of one and thus I fight more at ease since they sort of balance me out. I can just as easily use lighter weapons, this is just what I'm used to."

"That must take more than training," Daja pointed out. "I have known people who have trained their entire lives, and they could not even hope to demonstrate what you just did."

She paused for a moment, thinking. "You have another weapon that you intend to use with this sword, then?"

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