De Venatorem Unitas

@Deveritus 
            She smiled and nodded when he announced he was leaving, only adding, "If you need to find me, either find some way to track me or head in that direction," She pointed to where she lived, "Until you reach a cairn in the middle of a forest clearing." She waved lightly to him as a farewell. Once he left, she started to head back to the place she lived, too. She was looking forward to the calm forest.

@Raelitha Ilrune nodded a little bit and then was silent as he considered it. His new mark shimmered as he did, though a sudden realization struck him. With that, he offered a sort of smile and then performed a half bow. "I hate to disappear so suddenly, but I do have to check up on something," he explained. It was sudden, very much so evident that he only just remembered. 
            
            "I will be around, I think, afterwards." With that, he made his way to the waters of the territory and dispersed into water, performing a sort of signature form of travel for him. "Waterstepping", he called it. Just like that, he and Ocean Shell were gone.

@Deveritus 
            She looked at the stick, a curious little smile twisting her mouth. She haf the urge to poke it. The stick wanted him to have it? How strange. She liked it.
            
            When he asked his question, the smile faded into a considering expression. "I wonder. Never asked; never felt the need. As long as you're smart, he doesn't mind much..." She hesitated, "I think. Maybe because he has little in common. He's been around for a long time." Silently, she recalled the old memories, ones that weren't hers. She touched her right arm, her tattoo flickering. "He can be difficult. But it is nothing compared to what he was. I think... he's less fond of those who aren't robotic." She struggled to explain, drawing on those old, shadowy thoughts. "Flesh. At least, he used to be." She huffed slightly, frustrated at her lack of eloquence. It wasn't often she had had to convert such thoughts into words. Especially from those memories. The tasted different.

@Gelydis Realising they had some time to kill, she decided to learn more about the female. "Why do you not already have a weapon?" She asked, tilting her head slightly like an inquisitive bird.

@Aeternus @Deveritus @Korzan_Neci @Gelydis 
            Sal'Eir had been watching the guests with an intensity which was often unnerving to some. Her eyes caught both falling disks and the second creature, though because her attention had been split, she didn't quite catch what it was. No matter - they hadn't seemed particularly interested in the two women, therefore their actions were likely directed elsewhere. As X8 smiled at them, her face creased slightly in a subtle frown but she nodded in return anyway, and distracted by this gesture she didn't notice the tiny nanite disappearing into the forge. She watched him leave until the second new figure spoke to his weapon. She was interested in the gloves, but her interest was only given away by a fractionally tilting head after she glanced at them. Her interest was piqued by the cowled figure when he spoke again, questioning 'Torsule'. As she felt the presence, she would shiver, a nauseous feeling arousing from the not-quite-physical chill. The laugh unnerved her slightly, though it was unlikely that anyone would notice as her face was schooled into an impassive expression. She looked at the wraith, and assumed it was where the laugh had originated. She kept her eyes on the wraith until it disappeared, distrusting it. She nodded to Tumult's farewell, though her suspicion of the wraith carried onto the associated man, and watched him leave before she belatedly realised Mesmedir had asked her a question. Turning to her, it took her a second to go over the events and remember what she had asked before nodding in reply. 
            
            "We have met before. I believe if you want a weapon, there is no better place to go to. This coincidence worked out well for you." She added, flashing a small, brief smile at her.

 "Well I think these will do just fine, would you not agree Torsule?" As if prompted by Tumult's words, a barely visible shadowed presence wisked by the two women in the forge. It left them feeling chilled to their souls, and a faint dark laugh ringing in their ears.  The half formed image of a wraith appeared next to Tumult and nodded slowly.  "Yes..  These will do fine."  Torsule replied, immediately fading away after he had said his piece.  Tumult nodded and then turned to the women that were there.  "Well I do so hope Echo and I aren't interrupting anything to terribly important, but we must be on our way."  Though Tumult's mask covers the lower half of his face the gleam in his eyes gave away that he would have been giving them a broad smile before turning about and following after Echo and X8, the 4 tear shaped boosters on his "jet pack"  flaring once. 
            
            @Aeternus @Deveritus @Raelitha @Gelydis 

@Raelitha @Gelydis X8 cast a momentary glance to Sal'Eir and then back to the other girl. He tilted his head a little, not minding her lack of mannerisms, but he did have to consider her offer. What did he want for his time and effort...? Well, he decided that was to be determined. He nodded to the girl and then hummed. 
            
            "Do you want any enchantments on it, do you want anything special engraved? What style of weapon, I will need details on what you want specifically before I can name a price."

@Gelydis @Deveritus Sal'Eir made a note of the name, paying vaguely amused attention to the conversation. To occupy herself, she watched the forge's glow, splitting her attention two ways.

@Raelitha @Gelydis X8 was amused by her analysis, but that amusement didn't quite reach the surface. He shrugged. "If I didn't take some sort of precaution, my skin would melt, handling these blades in this forge. Zenith Weapons are extraordinarily difficult to craft under normal circumstances, even within this forge, which is one of a kind, by the way." He hummed in thought, wondering how much he should give away to her.
            
            "It was created by a clan long gone, and one that I used to be a part of. Now, of the originals, I am one of the few still existing, and yet the only one who still visits here. It'd be no use if I didn't take precaution while smithing," he concluded, as if he was aware that it might seem like he was rattling off in a random direction. His final sentence made it clear why he went off in that direction. If he couldn't work the forge, nobody else would. 
            
            As he spoke, a distortion in the air formed around both of his entire forearms and hands, and just as it did, the nanites that created a layer over his arm rippled in a sort of wave. "That is why I am clean, for a smith."

@Polariseren It wasn't quite as meaningless; he could see through the nanites, so he saw the action. He just couldn't return it. But then again, she might not know that already. Oh well.
            
            "Be good, now," he said vaguely playfully as she departed.

@Deveritus 
            She dipped her head, although she quickly realized the gesture was meaningless since he wasn't there.
            "Thank you," she said. Having gotten what she wanted,  Korrah twirled on her heels and slipped away.

@Polariseren "Then allow the nanites to crawl up to the area of specification," his voice would ring out as nanites would spring from the ground onto her arm. They would crawl their way up her arm if unopposed. From there, they would gather and begin altering the skin at that spot in particular. It would be a relatively quick process, but once done, the nanites would crawl back down and then jump back onto the ground, scurrying away into the environment. The mark would be there.

@Deveritus Jonas picked up one of the two sheathed weapons {I wanted two, remember?} carefully, slowly tugging on the handle to pluck the blade from its sheath only an inch from its guard. He looked at the silver scimitar and smiled. All he had to do was unsheathe it, decide, and then speak the word, right? The nineteen-year-old closed his eyes and thought to himself about what he wanted the First Release to be. He knew that both weapons would have the same effect and that was okay with him. He slowly smiled when he decided what he wanted.
            
            He slipped the strap to both sheathes over his back so a handle was behind either shoulder, it would create an "X" over his back. When he drew both, they immediately morphed into gauntlets with clawed fingertips, heavily armored. These gauntlets went all the way up to his elbows. 
            
            "Myth," Jonas whispered softly, like he was speaking to a lover. The gauntlets would then have their nail-like fingers extend a few inches further and the gauntlets would gain arrows along the forearms, leading up to the back of the hands. Jonas looked at the gauntlets and smiled brightly. 
            
            He reached his hands back towards his sheathes and the gauntlets would turn into scimitars once more, slipping into the sheathes as if they hadn't just changed forms. Weapons acquired, he walked away.

@The_X_Weapon Almost as if this boy was expected, a scimitar, sheathed, was sitting outside of the forge, and when the boy knocked, the weapon would fall over right over his feet in its black sheath; lined with gold along the edges and for a pattern, a stamp, on the sheath itself towards the tip of the blade. 
            
            X8 already knew.

@Deveritus   -> @-dominaiscna

@-Dominaiscna X8 followed her just as quietly as she had led the way, letting her settle over whatever internal affairs she was handling on the trip—after all, why else would she be so silent? It was a bit uncharacteristic from what he could tell, which is why he respected it and let it be. 
            
            When they got to the destination, and she opened up the pathway, he hummed in amusement. He flicked his wrist towards the hole, and a small collection of nanites would spring from his hand, aided by the flick of his wrist, and would fly into the catacombs. She had not stepped forward, and neither would he just yet, so he would send nanites that would replicate and spread throughout the area to take in as much information as he could. The information collected would be stored in data banks; he'd process it all later.

@Deveritus "as you wish," She said putting on a smile as she headed out, using her senses to find a way and lead them back to the lace that was her prison for so long. Usually she was quite talkative and would've striked up a light conversation with him but, at the very moment in time, she was silent with her eyes on the road ahead. Every so often one could notice the glimmer of a little white fox joining them as they walked until a large amount of presences could be felt following them.
            
            Outside, a mountain made up most of her prison with the small cave entrance just hidden among the ruins of what used to be a tomb door made of rock and terracota. She didn't stop, but continued till they stood at the stone slab that lay on the ground under the hole high above them. There was stored power in her finger tips as she swept her hand to the side and the stone slab crashed and shattered against the wall of the cave, leaving enormous cracks. Where the stab had been, was a large square hole with an area of that of an elephant. The little foxes, humming with the magic in the air, stepped closer to the hole, casting their light down into it so that one could easily see the inscriptions on the gold walls in ancient tongue. Below was something that looked like small catacombs where caskets upon caskets could be seen, probably baring bodies. Right at the bottom of the hole, a large gold casket could just barely be seen, probably baring the body of the dragonkin. 
            "Go on," she said after a short while of silence, "learn everything you want, because once I am done, there will be nothing left."