D:A:R:K:N:E:S:S Awaits (crim)

[deepwallow]

The Lord smiles and nods as the platform lurches under them and flies across the Ravi e, the bottom miles below with lava glowing at the very bottom. They reach another rocky ledge and step off the a super hot forge carved into the very stone. Impressive machinery is lying around and The Lord pulls the knight forward and shoves him toward a large, tan skinned woman with multiple tattoos and a blacksmith apron. Her hair is black and pulled back in a pony tail and she scowls at the knight.

"What this?" She asked with an accent.

"A gift, Chieva. A new worker." The Lord replied before leaving. Chieva's scowl deepened as she easily picked the knight up to his feet.

"Name." She said simply

[CrimsonMoon]

The knighr grumts and blinks at her with his big, gentle hazel eyes," Neko," he answers,"... Is this necessisary?" He asks after a moment

[deepwallow]

Chieva growls, her own amber eyes narrowing. They reminded someone of the orange flames of a fire. She dragged him over to an anvil, tied the chain to the wall, merging it with the stone, before handing him a hammer and pointing to a rod of metal in the furnace. "Make a sword." She said. This was a test to we if Neko knew anything about blacksmithing

[CrimsonMoon]

He grumbles but rolls his eyes and pulls on some gloves, rollin his sleeve up and grabbin the rod, placin it on the anvil and immediately pounding it with a hammer that was mainly used for details...

[deepwallow]

"No no!!!" Chieva said with a growl, ripping the hammer from his hand and giving him one for flattening. "This one first. Other hammer is for tiny things. Again."she said

[CrimsonMoon]

He gives her a look," I learned differently," and shrugs, taking an even smaller hammer, stretching the steel and flattening it

[deepwallow]

Chieva watches him before sighing and shaking her head in disappointment before walking off. "Continue." She says as she goes off to another anvil to work herself, hammering away

[CrimsonMoon]

He smiles slightly and slowly the sword takes shape, it was oddly shaped yet was thin and sharp, obviously strong too. Neko used the excess metal yo mold a hilt until less then an hour later, there was a hiss of steam

[deepwallow]

Chieva looked up when she heard the hiss. In the time he took, she had somehow managed to make four sword, and was working on her fifth. All of them looked strong and lethal as hell, but she didn't put detail into them to make them fancy. That was for special officers who earned a change in the blade. Putting away the hot metal she was holding, she came over to see the blade he made, raising an eyebrow

[CrimsonMoon]

He doesny look at her but hands her the balde, suddenly asking," Fire or ice?"

[deepwallow]

Chieva raised an eyebrow as she examined the blade. "Fire."

[CrimsonMoon]

He grins, thrusting the blade into the furnace until it glowed. He took it out and suddenly severed the chain that held him to the wall," Nope. Ice," he chirps, not makig a move to run as he pushes the blade into the water again

[deepwallow]

Chieva raised an eyebrow at him, but a small approving smile was on her lips as she took the blade. "Good. Again." She said as she walked off to put the blade away. She said nothing about the chain

[CrimsonMoon]

Neko smiles and starts on anther blade, finishing that one and tapping her shoulder," Fire or ice?"

[deepwallow]

Chieva glances at him as she works, raising an eyebrow. "Fire." She was with a chuckle, hammering away

[CrimsonMoon]

He grins and pushes the balde into the coals again, taking it out.. He aims for what remained of the chain on the wall. He slashes andthe blade bounces slightly. Chipping," Fire," he confirms. Throwing it into the waste pile

[deepwallow]

Chieva laughed and picked up the blade she was making. This one was intricate, the hilt shaped like a dragon and runes on the blade. "Fire or Ice?" She asked

[CrimsonMoon]

He takes it and turns it over," Uhm ... Ice..." He pushes it into the freezing water before taking it out quickly and shoving it into the coals, the water instantly turning into steam

[deepwallow]

She laughes and picks it up in one had and taking the sword he had scrapped. Throwing that one In the air, she swing and split it in two. "Ice." She agreed, the new sword not showing a scratch as she put it away. "Keep working." She said, but not as curtly as she had initially yelled at him when he first came, already shaping another piece of hot metal

[CrimsonMoon]

-TIME. SKIP-

By the end of the day, Neko had made about twenty sword out of twenty sven that he had deemed worthy. The collar still rubbed annoyingly against his neck but the chain on the wall was near non exsistant..