mountain-maker

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The large, dusty doors of Hearthome open. The Forge is open, once again.

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"Don't worry, I won't ever leave you. I love you too much for that."

“...thanks.” Pat pats the Lux!

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“Mhm. Doesn’t change anything.” He waves her away gently. “Shoo. Out. Look for other people.”

"Don't adopt the mage. Shoo."

“Youngin Don’t you dare talk to your elder that way, I am older than the mountain you live in!”

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“I am not stealing someone’s religious idols to melt them down.”

"Do you use bronze on your metalworks? If that's the case, I know where you can get some, to recycle."

“Mhm. Where would that be?”

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"Do you use bronze on your metalworks? If that's the case, I know where you can get some, to recycle."

“Mhm. Where would that be?”

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“No.” Hands her over a bat. “Use this.”

Hands over the knife. "Sorry, Grandpa."

“You already have your magic to be dangerous. Do not stab people. Or yourself.” Softly pats her over the head.

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“It also makes it very possible for you to trip and stab yourself with it.”

Hands over the knife. "Sorry, Grandpa."

“You already have your magic to be dangerous. Do not stab people. Or yourself.” Softly pats her over the head.

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"Hiya, kupo!!" Pooka greeted as he flew towards the great goatman. "I have a request kupo. This staff is from another world altogether, kupo!" Pooka explaining while willing a staff in front of him. "Are you good at repairing weapons kupo? Mine has stopped working for some reason kupo" Pooka pouted. How was he gonna defend himself without the magicks sustaining his staff?

“Staves. Hmm.” He sighed, crossing his arms and looking up at the floating creature. “And why should I help you? Clearly you still can use your magic. Besides, magic is not my specialty. So. Shoo. I’m not here to repair everyone’s mistakes. Find a better staff. Don’t break it.”

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Hands over the knife. "Sorry, Grandpa."

“You already have your magic to be dangerous. Do not stab people. Or yourself.” Softly pats her over the head.

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“Exactly.”

► Teach me to be a blacksmith as great as you!

“Train.”

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“Mhm.” He turned both of his hands to stone, clapping them together and making a thunderous rumble, and suddenly the heat of the forge seemed to die down considerably. It was still rather warm, but one could wear their shirt without worrying about being cooked to death. “Come on then. Inside.” Turning around, he walked deeper into the volcano’s heart. Hundreds of empty stone buildings, carved from or built out of the stone walls, empty and silent except for the echoing of their footsteps. “Follow me.”

"I was told to come here or, more over, my goddess told me that you could help me..." Diana said, pulling down her hood to get a better look at the mountain she was standing in front of.

Ornn nodded. He took a Hammer from his belt, tilting his head as if to get a good grip on Diana’s size. “Your kind was slaughtered for no reason, and you are to make a last stand. Very well. At least you shall not go silently into your Godess’ embrace. Come.”

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► Teach me to be a blacksmith as great as you!

“Train.”

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You realise they sort of DIDN'T use paper for bullets, right? They wrapped bullets and the gunpowder in paper, simply so you didn't lose the powder lol.

I don’t make bullets and I skimmed through the wikipedia page! Tought I saw something related to paper there. Well, good thing I put that in the tags. :Vstill, I need to make Ornn sound at least somewhat smart about what he’s doing, even if the mun is a bloody idiot when it comes to that kind of stuff...

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“Of course I do.” He sighed, the flames slowly retreating as the cold, mountainous air filled his insides. “I do not know of this chosen one you speak of, but at least you have someone to speak with. To hope with. I am glad such is your luck.” He slammed a foot on the ground, making stone spring up, two smooth, completly flat mounds being formed. He sat on one of them, pointing at the smaller one for her. “Your kind were warriors, were they not? And worshippers. Same as the Solari. I do not want to defile your history by simply making you good weapons and armor.. or to the Chosen One.” He grumbled, the simple idea of replacing their culture with his freljordian armaments making him annoyed.  “Bring me their weapon. And their armor. I will let your kind taste retaliation. You will not bring the end to the Sun worshippers, as they did to you. You will subdue them, make them accept you by steel and magic. Find middle ground once the dust settles. And may what I gave you never be used again.”

"Your people. Where did they go?"

«They may not be on Targon anymore, but I’m sure they’re safe somewhere, guided by the Moon. How do you know about my people? You’re not a common… Being, aren’t you?»

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"You looked like you needed one..."

He nodded, though still raised an eyebrow at the bear hugging him. “Yes. Now stop.”

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“Blasted apprentice. I understand the need to chase power... but their quest takes them too far. Dangerously so.”