| "Yes, my dear. Steel. There is no other way to make a proper sword, is there?' he says with a chuckle. he steps back and watches her do her work |
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| "You would be surprised," she muttered, half to herself. Closing her eyes, she concentrated, first on the hilt of the sword. She pictured a slender hilt bound in black leather, capped off with a small red jewel in the pommel. From there, she envisioned the guard, made of silver. A faint smile came to her face as she worked vine engravings into the metal, for decoration. Those engravings continued onto the base of the blade. The blade itself gleamed brightly, and she put an edge on both sides. It was long and slender, built for someone of her height. When she was certain she had pictured every detail to perfection, she allowed it to begin to take shape. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| He watches her make the sword, enjoying the look of concentration on her face. After she makes the sword he holds his hand out for her to hand it to him so he can inspect it |
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| Gripping the sword by the hilt, she took a practice swing. The way she handled it made it clear that she knew what she was doing. Giving him a smile, she offered him the sword, hilt-first. "How is it?" |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| He inspects the sword all over, making sure there weren't any flaws in the metal or at the base of the sword where the blade met the hilt. He took a few practice swings, noting that it was a little hilt heavy. He summons a model of a human made of ballistics gel and takes a swing at the torso, the blade snapping at the base. "There was a small flaw in the hilt of the sword, and it was a little hilt heavy, but otherwise well made, my dear." he picks up the blade and reattaches it, the blad looking seamless. "It is still very good for decoration, though" he says, producing a sheath for it |
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| "If you want one for decoration, I can do something much better than that, given the time." Still, she had to admit that it wasn't too bad, especially since she had created it after only a few minutes. If she had taken more time, it probably would have turned out better. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "Try making another one, but this time, make the blade consistent in seight, just a little heavier at the tip than at the hilt to offset the balance." he says. He closes his eyes for just a moment and a sword materiliazes in midair. he takes it and balances the blade on his finger in the exact center, the blad on his finger. he balances it perfectly then hands it to Virane for her to examine herself. |
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| She took it, looking at it closely, especially where the blade met the guard. That was where her sword had been weak; it had shattered upon impact. That had to be corrected; a flaw like that was fatal. At last, satisfied that she had inspected everything there was to see, she began again. This sword was similar to the one she had made before, but instead of a vine decoration, this one was covered in intricate flames. The blade was once again double-edged, and a little wider than it had been before. When she was satisfied with her work, she opened her eyes, extending the sword to him. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| He takes the sword in his hand and takes a few experimental swings. The balance was perfect. He twirled the sword around then tossed it into the air and caught it with one finger in the dead center of the blade, balancing it perfectly. "Very well made, my dear." he says, taking the sword in hand once more. He then takes a few swings at the practice dummy to test durability, not trying to be careful; instead, he takes brutal swings to test the temper of the blade, which doesn't break. "And the durability is excellent." he says. he hands the sword back to Virane and creates a sheathe to go with it. |
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| She looked down at it, then shook her head. "You keep it. I will create another one for myself. The one she had made was a bit heavy for her; she would need to make one more appropriate for her size. With a bit of magic, she knew that she could make sure that the blade would be lightweight, but still unbreakable. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| he smiles and takes the blade. "Thank you my dear" he says. "Now I am going to teach you how to add an enchantment to the sword, so go ahead and make another one and we will start" he finishes, swinging his new sword again |
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| It was easier for her this time. When the blade was formed, she held it up to show him. Like before, it was double-edged, but the blade was a bit strange. It was dark, almost black, and crimson ripples ran through it. When the sunlight caught it, it made it look like it was on fire. The hilt was wrapped in soft black leather, and like his, had a ruby in the pommel. The guard was silver, and decorated with red crescent moons, lined up so the points faced towards the blade. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "Alright, my dear. now I want you to concentrate on the sword. feel its inner life. When you can feel it, I want you to concentrate on the fire, and bind it to the sword. wrap the life of the sword with the flames. Let them engulf it." he says. he does it to his own sword to show how it was done |
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| She took a deep breath, placing one hand on the flat of the blade and closing her eyes. Her mind reached out, and she searched for anything that might represent the presence of the sword. She wasn't completely sure how an inanimate object could contain life, but she trusted his words. Slowly, she let her mind wrap around the blade, trying to bring out whatever it was that lay within. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "However small the spark of life, my dear, all things have it." he says. "It really is not that hard to find, just look for the thing that feels like life" He waits patiently for her to finish the task |
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| At last, deep within her mind, she felt a flicker of something unknown, something that hadn't been there before. "I think...I found it." She dug a bit deeper, trying to establish a stronger connection so that she wouldn't lose it. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "Good. now anchor the enchantment to the spark. It is very simple to do, really. just pretend it is like velcro and attach it the the spark" he says, getting excited to see her finished product |
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| Once she was certain that she had a firm grasp on the unfamiliar presence, she let her energy pour into it. The red shimmer layered into the blade seemed to come alive, and flames sprang up from it, but instead of the normal golden color, these were jet black. |
WolfGoddess77Aug 31, 2013 2:48 AM
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "Interesting use of Dark Flames, my dear. I would hav ethought that to be a little ahead of you for now, though." he says, taking the sword from her. Dark Flames were very dangerous to those not accustomed to dealing with them. He produces a sheathe and slides the sword in, extinguishing the flames. "I only wanted you to use normal fire for this sword, though." he says |
makitokunAug 31, 2013 2:52 AM
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| "I did," she replied, her voice reflecting surprise. "Or at least, I tried to. They are what I imagined when I pictured the sword. But what appeared..." She frowned. "I knew I was in control of them, but I did not summon them." |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| 'Interesting." he says. He clips the sheath to his belt and keeps it there and hands her another sword. "Try it again. I need you to be able to make a proper enchantment when needed, my dear" He takes a step back and lets her go at it again as he ponders why her normal flames turned black |
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| A faint, indignant blush came to her cheeks, and she took the sword with a small exhalation. "That was proper," she muttered to herself, unsheathing the sword and holding it up before her. She closed her eyes, concentrating. This time, it was easier to locate the presence of the sword. Holding it with her mind, she repeated the process of wrapping her energy in it. As before, the flames sprang up readily, and, as before, they were still black. Not opening her eyes, she frowned, her eyebrows knitting in intense concentration. Slowly, the dancing flames began to shift color, turning first purple, then red, and finally, to the same shade of molten gold as her eyes. It was clear that it was an effort to keep them this way; a light sheen of sweat had broken out on her forehead. They kept wanting to change back, and she was having to exert her will over them to stop them from darkening. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| As he watched, he noticed that she was having trouble keeping the flames from turning black. He steps up beside her and places a hand on her shoulder. "Relax, my love. You don't need to force it. Be calm and the flames will follow your will" he says |
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| "Not in this," she replied, keeping her eyes closed. She wasn't sure why she was so certain, but there was no doubt in her mind that her words were wrong. "They want to turn black. I have to force them to remain this color. They are naturally black, though I do not understand why." |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| He takes the sword away from her gently, suppressing its flames. "Do me a favor and make a normal fireball in your hand, please" he says. if his suspicions were correct, this should be black as well....unless she was working at keeping them normal color |
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| Her head tilted slightly to the side, but she didn't question him. Extending one hand, she glanced down at it, and the flames ignited with barely a flick of her thoughts. It was amazing how easy this was now, compared to the first time she had done it. But then, flames had always been easy for her. As he had thought, these too were as dark as night. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "I see. so it turns out that you are indeed naturally inclined to the Dark Flames, for some currently unknown reason." He waves his hand and two test dummies appear. "I'm going to show you the difference between the two flames, my dear." he says. He takes his normal sword of fire and slashes the dummie with it. The sword slashes and the flames sear, leaving a black line where it was struck. He takes the sword that she made and slashes the second dummie, and it was immediately engulfed in flames, and reduced to a pile of ash in a matter of minutes. "That is why we don't play with Dark Flames unless we absolutely mean it" he says |
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| Her eyes widened slightly, but that was the only sign of surprise that she gave. After watching the smoldering ashes for a moment, she turned to look at him. "But if every flame I make turns black, and it is such a strain to make them normal, then what do I do? The black flames bend to my will easily, in everything but their color. That is the one thing I have a hard time changing." |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "I hate to tell you this, my dear, but I think you might need to refrain from using fire unless you absolutely mean to incinerate someone or do serious damage" he says with a sad face. "but at least you have more spells and the command of the elements at your disposal" he finishes with a smile |
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| She didn't like the sound of this at all. Fire seemed to be her natural element, and not being able to use it would be a serious handicap. Looking down at her hand, where the black flames had been dancing only a moment ago, she sighed, then nodded. There was no other way around it. It was just too dangerous. "The ability to use them must have been unlocked when I became a goddess. I never had trouble with them before." |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "Yes, I seem to recall that before you were made into a goddess, your mastery of the fire element was normal. Flame color and everything. I wonder why this has happened." he says. he falls silent for a moment "...You know what I think we should do? and this is just a sugestion right now, I am not saying that we need to do this, but we could put a seal on you that holds back the black flames and returns them to normal" his face is a very serious expression. He wanted to convey that he cared for her and didn't want her to accidentally touch herself with the black flames, but he was at a loss for words at the moment |
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| She thought about this for a moment. It sounded like a good idea, except for one thing. "Would I be able to break the seal, should I need to? You said that you felt great danger approaching for us, and now this powerful fire appears for me. I do not think it is mere coincidence. If we need it, and do not have access to it..." She let her voice trail off, leaving the consequences to his imagination. "I would not break the seal unless I absolutely had to, but I would feel much better if I knew that I still had access to those flames, should I need them." |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "When the time comes, the seal will break, yes." he says. He didn't want to make it so that she could break it herself, should she do it by accident. The seal would break either when he wanted it to, or when her life was in mortal peril, and no other time. "You will still have access to your fire though, the seal will only keep the Dark Flame for the normal Flame" he finishes |
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| Her golden eyes studied him for a long time. "You fear that they will harm me," she said quietly; it wasn't a question. But she had full control of them. If anything, they obeyed her even more than normal flames did. She didn't understand why he was so frightened of them. Had he had a bad experience with them in the past...? |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "Yes, I am, my dear. But only because there are others stronger than you who can control thos flames as well" He produces a ball of Dark Flam and it hovers between them. "Try to make it move, Virane. Please. i want you to try to make it touch me. And if you think that you are at a disadvatage with someone elses flames, feel free to make your own" he says, completely serioud about wanting her to hit him with them |
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| Her eyes went from him to the flames, then back again. Part of her wanted to refuse; she had seen what they could do. But the desperation in his voice was clear. Focusing her thoughts, she imagined the flames he was holding forming into a glowing dart, and shooting towards him. If they struck, they would only graze him, but she didn't think he would let them. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| No matter how much willpower she put behind her thoughts, the ball of black fire did not budge and inch. nothing she could will would do anything. "Try your own flames, Virane, if you think you may be at a disadvantage with using my own" he says |
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| Her brow furrowed. Why wouldn't they move for her? He just said it was possible, but they didn't move. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and her own fire manifested around her arm, which she then held out. The flames collected in on themselves, then shot towards him. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| The flames hit him right in the face, but they don't spread an inch. Slowly they congealed on themselves forming back into the ball before them. "you see my dear, others may have more control over you own flames and will be able to use them against you. This is the reason why I want to seal them away for now" he says, extinguishing the flames and walking to Virane, wrapping his arms around her. "Please" is his final plea. (I lied, this is the last one) |
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| With a sigh, she nodded. It was clear just how frightened he was of that fire, and she didn't want that. Although she might not like having a part of her locked away, maybe it really was for the best. "Very well. You may seal them." |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "Please take off your shirt, y love" he asks somberly. He waits for her to do so, then he places his hand on her belly. he closes his eyes and concentrates on her energy. He mutters a few magical syllables that she can just barely understand, something about separating dark flames from normal. A strange symbol and some writing that she can't make out appear in the air and then settle on her skin, staying there but a moment then fading into her skin. She feels a strange sensation, as if something is hiding from her, and its just barely out of reach. "I am terribly sorry to have to do this to you dear, but I fear for your safety while these flames are still available to you. Even Gods can die if they are not careful" he says, taking her in his arms and hugging her tightly |
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| She nodded, although she wasn't too happy with this. Of course, she understood his concern, and appreciated it, but she would have liked there to be another way to go about it. As she had thought, it was like a part of her was missing. Still, she would have to get used to it, she supposed. "I will be careful," she assured him. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| okay, so what do we need to teach you now, my dear?" he asks her. "we have gone over enchanting and remote viewing. is there anything you are curious bout?" |
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| "Teleportation. I have seen you do it, but you have never taught me how. I can move swiftly when I must, but only for short distances. I believe knowing how to teleport myself could be beneficial.Now that I have more power, I should be able to, correct?" |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| "All Deities are indeed able to transport themselves without trouble, my dear. And it is relatively simple. All you do is focus on the area you want to move to, and will yourself to be there." He carves a large circle, 20 feet across and turns back to her. "I want you to try and move yourself into that circle without moving your legs. Do you think you can do that?" he asks |
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| In reply, her eyes narrowed, and she stared intently at the spot in the exact middle of the circle. She imagined herself standing within it, and when she had that image ingrained in her mind, she let her energy envelop her. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| He watches as she teleports, and notices that her left foot is just outside the far side of the ring. "Very close, my dear, but you'll need to try again....Look down" he says. He had so very hoped that she would have gotten it right the first time (I rolled a percentile die rool to see if you made it...you didn't) |
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| At least she had been able to move herself; that was something. But she couldn't help but glance up at him; had she disappointed him by not being able to do it? Biting her lip, she stepped out of the circle, moving back to her former position. Closing her eyes again, she cleared everything from her mind, letting her thoughts be filled only with the circle before her. This time for sure! Gathering her energy, she once more let it surround her. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
| This time he watched her teleport directly into the center of the ring. "very well done my dear" he says, coming up to her. He hugs her and kisses her affectionately. When he breaks the kiss, he makes a smaller circle 20 yards away. "Now please teleport into that circle, my dear" he says, taking a few steps away |
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| Before trying anything, she used her enhanced vision to study the area within the circle. She didn't need to be told that the better she knew a place, the easier it would be to teleport to it. When she was sure she had it memorizes, she repeated the process, hoping that it would work the first time. His approval was something she always desired, no matter how often she pleased him. |
| "All life is inherently broken from the start. There is no perfection in life. Otherwise, what would be the purpose of death? It's to try to find ways to better yourself before the end that gives us purpose." |
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