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[PP-F3] Ice and Sea (Oske, Ren)


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Oske stood outside the smithy, tapping her foot. She held her sword by her side, which was actually quite old and used at this point. She needed materials for a new sword--and Ren's fabulous katana. She crossed her arms, tapping her foot even harder. "Where IS that Ren?" she grumbled, opening up her menu to check the In-Game time.

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A familiar figure could be seen approaching Oske, shoruded in white mantle of snow, it was Ren. He finaly arrived, shivering like a old dog, he didn't had that same shine he always did. Ren's body was torned appart, showing deep and severe wounds upon his face, if you would take a closer look. His teeths were quivering as he started speaking "Daa-a-a-mn-nn-mn--m yy-y-ouuu Osss-eke, couldn't you find... a nicer place to meet?".

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"R-Ren!" Oske stuttered. She rushed over to her friend, quickly opening up her inventory and fumbling with her fingers as a healing potion spawned in her hands. "What happened to you?! Here, drink this! Gosh, I didn't think you'd get so hurt..."

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Ren reached for the healing potion, opening it and quickly letting the liquid slide down his throat. "I've done it, Oske. I've mannaged to farm the materials... for three blades." he talked with a tremorous tone, as his wounds might've healed, but his body was too tired.

With great effort he reached for his teleporting stone whilst asking Oske "Shall... we go?".

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With a few gestures, Ren opened up a portal towards the second floor, nearby the smithy, while sending Oske the materials he gathered. "Alright, we're here. I've sent you the materials, and I'll chose one of three blades, if that's okay with you, you can keep the rest if you wish to sell them or something." Ren said whilst looking at her.

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"Okey dokey," Oske said. She first smelted the materials down so that they mixed, making the <>. She then slammed her hammer down on the first stone that was pressed to the anvil.

Just about the cruddiest sword ever was produced once she finished. She stared at it in horror. It looked like a flat block of metal with a crooked end. She glared at it, squinting in surprise. "Well, uh... let's just pretend I didn't make that one, shall we? Ehehe...."

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"Okay," Oske sighed. She literally chucked it on the floor, ignoring it. She then placed the next block on the anvil and raised her hammer high above her head. She slammed the metal down on the Atlantic Ice Stone, banging it until it formed itself into a sword. A relatively nice looking katana was produced. It wasn't exactly perfect, but it had a slight shimmer to it, and the blade was well formed. "All right, that one's okay... One more..."

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Ren was nothing more than baffled by how hard blacksmithing was a profession. Working with delicate materials while being sure that your mixtures are perfectly balanced is indeed a hard job. But deep inside he knew Oske was one of the best, so slowly he clunched his fingers while hoping that this one might turn out better.

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The air within the smith was getting harder and harder to breath as inside the forge was lingering a blazing fire. The smell of coal was stabbing up Ren's nose, but it surely was a better place then those wretched mountains, at least his feet weren't frozen and numbed anymore.

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A fiesty light from within the forge was slowly iluminating the room and those arround them, giving shape to those four walls which encased the room. It wasn't a large building, but it was good enough to work with, providing the players enough space to forge whatever they might need.

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"This really is a nice and warm place, it feels like home... now that's a word I haven't thought of lately. Is this game now my new home? I... really don't know, that's a question I'll need to ponder a bit later, as now is not really the time to think about that." Ren though deep inside his mind whilst scratching his chin.

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Ren didn't want to be useless, so slowly he grabbed himself a shovel, which he then used to add a bit more coal upon the fire, making sure that it will be in perfect condition. Sweat was starting to drip upon his forehead, with a single motion he swayed it upon the floor.

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Outside the sun was shrouded by a thick mantle of clouds, while a cruel wind was blowing, rippling the trees, swirling the leafs. A dreadful weather, as most of the players were either inside a inn or in a dungeon. Even the NPC's seemed to cry from such a weather.

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Ren sighed for a second, letting out a deep and heavy breath. Slowly he started rubbing his shoulders, releasing the tension within them as he was still tired. Cracking and popping noise were made from his joints and fingers, as he snapped them within a swift motion.

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Oske stood there nervously. This was kind of a do or die situation, now that she only had a little material left. She slowly placed the Atlantic Ice Stone on the anvil, and with a clang she started smithing it. When she was finished, she was holding an average sword--a little worse off than the shimmering sword that was relatively nice. "Damn it!" Oske cursed, stomping her feet. She huffed and crossed her arms. "I'm sorry, Ren..."

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"Yeah," Oske murmured. "Here, take the good one."

She handed Ren the best sword that was made, that shimmered in the sunlight. "Here you go. You don't need to pay me anything, because you got the materials." She wiped her gloves on her lap and then removed them, placing them back in her inventory. "Do you need anything else?"

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