A low pitched feminine voice bellowed "Who in the name of Gruud decided to make a mockery of MY FORGE"
Crouching into a sneaking position I decided to slowly worked my way over to the side of the door, and be ready for whatever abomination would enter into the back supply room. Unfortunately I was not used to the longer reach of the newly forged weapon, with the great sword situated onto my back the tip clanged loudly onto the ground which pushed the sword halfway out of it's sheathe over my shoulder.
"shittttt" I said as the door to the back room was kicked open with force.
In the door way was a short woman with flowing light blue hair that curled at the ends, her face flickered between a tanned beautiful woman and blue mist that wavered in and out. Her body was covered in blue fog with a quick moving wisp instead of legs, looking at me with glowing yellow eyes. Opening her mouth in an unhuman way to the point her jaw almost hit the floor she took in a deep breathe and screamed, the ground shook as the air vibrated with intensity. For just a moment no sound was heard until like a wave from the ocean I got blasted backwards sending the great sword spinning into the air over my shoulder and my body spiraled, pancaking onto the stone wall behind me. Landing onto the floor then pushing myself up into a push up my arms gave way sending me back onto my stomach, my vison pooled with blood that dripped onto the ground from every orifice of my face. Coughing up more blood, all I could focus on was the roar of ringing coming from my ears. Looking up the woman hovered slowly over the great sword before sending blue smoke to pick it up and bring it into her hands relocating her jaw I could see her lips moving but all I could form out was the word 'how' over and over. Forcing my body to respond my arm slammed onto the floor pushing myself up until I could slip my foot beneath me, finally forcing myself to stand. The ethereal woman snapped her fingers and suddenly I was perfectly fine,
"What are you?" She demanded with her voice paranormally echoing sounding like she spoke it all around me.
Astonished at the audacity, "Should you really be the one asking that?"
"You invaded my home, and that attack has killed many robbers before you, sooooo what. are. you?" smoke starting to rise from the cracks in the stones all around the room.
Stealing glances at the floating sword I patted around my body, breastplat was still in place and the plates of metal inside the coat were all there, the one guarding my back was slightly bent just from the impact of the blast onto the wall behind me.
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"A dark elf? A smith? A-"
She crossed her arms and looked suspiciously at me while moving mist in and around her finger tips adjusting the weapon mid air, checking the blade to see if it was straight. Running her finger along the edge of the blade itself she winced then recoiled her hand quickly and held it against her chest.
"A smith? What kind is your occupation?" She demanded intimidatingly but the smoke lessened pouring into the room,
"Well an elemental smith now, but at first I was a Dwafari initiate" rotating my shoulders trying to see if I was truly fine and healed or not.
the woman then laughed heartily reverberating the sound off the walls, shaking loose dust from the ceiling above us. "My oh my that is, quite interesting..."
Rotating the great sword in the air, strain from whatever she was doing to make the weapon float was starting to show on her face. Yet she managed to control the smoke and that scream attack so easily, maybe it had to do with the weight? Just as I finished the thought the smoke was repelled back and the sword broke free falling.
"Pick it up." The floating woman said with venom in her voice.
Cautious and untrusting I inched closer to the weapon, within half a meter away I snapped down and lifted the gilded bronzed weapon. Awkwardly stumbling back due to being unused to the increased weight the tip dragged across the stone sending small sparks. Each spark hit the blue mist and left a trail of air in it's wake. Moving the sword around my shoulder to let it rest behind my head I decided to keep her talking while testing a theory.
"So if this is your forge then I do truly apologize, considering where this is located and your uhm... Exotic looks, I couldn't help but feel as though this wasn't a safe situation" I said pacing around the room, using the corners of my vison to see if I was right, as the blade touched the mist around me it would expel it. Like two positive sides of a magnet the mist ran from the blade.
She crossed her arms and stared daggers at me, "Considering you are a thief who stole the only material I had left to work, even if it is a curse you should know better as a fellow smith"
Studying her posture and behavior I could surmise she was a true smith, through and through. After finding out we shared professions she went from outright murder on sight straight to wanting to talk things through. Leaning on that realization I said,
"That is fair, but considering the fact I almost died to a fucking creation straight from nightmares less then half a day ago and I lost all my companions after falling into a cavern, you have to excuse the fact I wanted protection. Imagine my luck at finding this cache of safety and protection. As a smith you must know that the forge is the only place to find true serenity, and safety"
Mist retreated all around us and the woman smiled, "If it wasn't for this curse of mine I would love to pick your brain about how in the hell you managed to forge anything from those peculiar ingots" closing her eyes her face switched fully ethereal, her curled hair floated further into the air looking like tens of horns around her head.
"Now please die quickly as a favor to a sister of the craft"