She sat, letting out a breath, putting her head in her hand.
Ask him. I'm done. First he says knowing his name will help. which it doesn't, and then he summons someone I've never met, even though I asked for someone else, and now you-- She pointed at Ae'Londra.
Who look like a demon woman I know but clearly are not, pull a rule out of your ass I have never heard of. I wasn't tricked. He lied, said he couldn't show me my friends. And then he did. That's a lie. I'm done.
Ae'londra [M:0:0:][D3v:http://rpgmenagerie.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=cs&thread=544&page=1#19019][b]"Kiss me you fool."[/b]
You're dealing with a demon deary, they lie and cheat and trick all the time. It's their nature. But they're still bound by rules. His name works well until you make a wish. Then you've made a deal and the deal must go through above all else.
You tell me what you wanted and let's see if we can't just set it straight.
Ae'londra looked at them both and tapped a finger on her chin. She then smiles in a cute manner and approached Margrett.
Don't have anything to do with who you thought you summoned. And if I were you, I would avoid dealing with demons at all costs. But as for your request... let's see if I can't do a little better.
Ae'londra turned and approached Nothing with little apprehension. She placed a finger on his nose with a giggle and then spoke.
I wish.... that you return to the pit that spawned you, to never visit the world of man again.
And with that, Nothing and the dark around them whirled into nothingness, the magic unravelling. It took a disorienting moment and then light broke through the dark, nearly blinding Margrett.
She opened her eyes to find herself standing in the tunnel - entirely alone.
She sat for a moment, trying to calm herself. The kobolds mentioned something about the forge. She might as well try and see what it was. She got up and headed down the tunnel.
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... and she found the forge. It was an odd contraption though, something old and worn. It didn't look entirely reliable and was very much alien in it's structure but here it was all the same.
It had two glowing circles, on on the left and one on the right. These two circles had a myriad of strange glyphs around them and lines that led into the centre, where a pool was located.
It was beyond her capacity to understand but upon looking around she found some notes... and the hand writing was familiar. He father had been here and studied the contraption. His notes went on to explain, after many days confusion, that he had concluded that the forge could be used to combine two items and create one single item with the properties of both.
He also elaborated on his concern for the safety of operation of the contraption, he was reluctant to use it.....
At first she wondered why she hadn't heard of this device, but then thought that maybe he had a good reason to. Her mind swirled with questions, but the fact that he'd worked on this machine overwrite that. Two items....her hand fingered the haft of her hammer. That might be one, if she was willing to risk it. But what would be the other one?
She had an idea. Maybe it was blasphemous. Maybe it was bad karma. But she was pretty sure he wouldn't mind. She headed back upstairs, towards the wing where her father's room was.
The door was burned away. She entered slowly, feeling like she was walking into a burial site. Which, in a way, she was. She kept getting flashbacks of that night...where he was standing, what he was wearing, what the assassin looked like. She stood in the middle of the ruined room, the roof nearly gone, the ground covered in vines and burned furniture. She didn't look at the bed. Out of respect or fear, she didn't know.
By the bed, on the floor, laid the scorched remains of his armor. It hadn't felt right, cremating him in it. It was still in a neat pile, though most of the straps had rotted away. She picked it up, turned while holding it to her chest, and then stopped. She took one breath in, closing her eyes, willing herself not to look.
This will be the last time I come back until I have something worthy of owning this place. I promise. Goodbye.
She nearly ran with the bundle downstairs, back down to the forge, trying to figure out where to put the two items. She didn't know what it would do, but she hoped it would turn out better.
The machine seemed simple enough and with a quick look over her Father's notes, Margrett ascertained that one item went on the right, another on the left... and the forge would do the rest.