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Maelstrom of Storm's End had heard about the forgemaster named Godric. His fame was beginning to spread far and wide to every corner of the soquili lands. She had left as soon as she could manage from the herd she'd lived on the outskirts of her whole life. She had little to bring with her, mostly only a few scattered tidbits as to who had fathered her. He'd been warrior, her mother had said. A king among men, powerful as an ox. Her mother said she got her father's strength, his broad face. She ha also gotten his love for fighting. For her battle was a lust barely satiated in the little brawls she did for shows.

She'd decided to come here and do actual heroic quests. With the coin she earned, she'd be able to buy armor and a weapon. She was eager to try various ones to see which one fit her style more.

Slowly she approached the forgemaster, before speaking. "I'm in need of a weapon and some armor. I plan on taking on your tasks, but I'm eager to see what I'll be putting the work toward. Specificaly, the type of weapon that will work best. Do you have any suggestions?"

Lunellis felt the shift in winds as easily as breathing. There was new life around here on several levels, perhaps the forge hadn't seen much in the way of energy. Poor forge. The blind herbalist let out a soft hum as he wandered around the edges. Things seemed pretty mellow out here, there wasn't too many issues with the plants. Astaris was being his usual bratty self, the serpent currently hanging upside down around the flutter hybrids middle. Lunellis wasn't really looking for a weapon for himself, though Valerius and his son Aurelius both seemed of the mindset that the herbalist should at least get himself a dagger to help in gathering herbs. "Honestly, they both worry far too much." he grumbled.

Astaris slithered up to drap along Lunellis neck. "Your kidding right? You're the one who always comes back with a story of how you met something creepy in the forest and you talked your way out of harm." the serpent sighed. "I still don't know how we manage to get out of a few of those situations alive..."

Lunellis shook his head gently, he didn't want to dislodge the serpent. "Its not that we get out alive, its that usually those beings turn out rather kind. Not everything is about looks you know."

Astaris sighed. "I know, I know...gotta pay attention to tone of voice, air currents around them...things like that. I get to see these beings and lemme tell ya...YIKES!!!" the serpent shivered before he nosed the flutter towards Godric. "Look, the Forgemaster is over there. Go ask about that dagger. For the herd's sake please?!?"

Lunellis sighed as he slowly made his way to the Forgemaster. Hearing two other voices near the stallion, Lunellis stopped to let them talk in turn. He stayed silent out of respect for not overwhelming the poor Forgemaster. Astaris coiled around his neck looked to the two other Soquili's with interest. Lunellis felt that Astaris was starting to slowly slip off his neck, the flutter lowered his head to grab a tail with his teeth. The promptly swung the serpent back on to his back.

Astaris let out a shocked hiss, like steam escaping a teapot. "Oi!" he hissed to his bonded. "What was that for?!?"

Lunellis muttered back, as to not disturb the talking parties in front of them. "I know you and your pranks...don't try anything while we're not sure of friendliness."

Astaris' jaw dropped, the familiar caught his voice before it rose to disturb. He knew that would really earn him a trip into the herbalists bag that had lemon grass in it. "You just reminded me about the things you sense for...what are your senses telling you?!?"

Lunellis sighed softly. Gently nosing the serpent as if a parent were chastising their foal. "Its not right to use that senses on those who aren't addressing me directly, Astaris. Unless there was arguing happening. I don't try to pry in that manner."

Astaris grumbled his wings folding along his body as he did so, Lunellis just chuckled at his words. "I just had to pick the polite one..."

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Topper hadn't been out on an adventure in forever and by forever she meant it. Since she had been pretty content hanging around Teykali. That male that made her feel safe and comfortable. Though she loved being around him so she would never complain.

Though as of late she had heard of someone called Godric, the forgemaster. He was supposedly really powerful from what she had heard from some passersby's and he offered something called quests. Which really intrigued her to be honest. Since she had never heard of such a thing or person before.

Mainly she was curious to what a forgemaster was exactly and what kind of adventure he might offer. So she decided to take a little adventure on her own. As she put on her grass wears she had gathered from one of her other adventures. She was finally ready to go. Though she promised to come back since even if she never said it to him, she could never stay away from Teykali forever. she'd always come back.

So she adventured off into the day saying goodbye and promising to be back soon. Now she wasn't really worried about the traveling part, since had been wandering around most of her life on her own. And she did fine so figured this would be no different. She thought as she set off on a new adventure.

Before she knew it she could see what looked to be his camp in sight. She raced towards it at full speed. Her curiosity gleaming. As she got closer to where she assumed the forgemaster was she slowed down to a slow trot.

"hello? Forgemaster? I'm Topper, and I'm here to try out a task or two." She said kindly.

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Gunnar had never seen the Forge so bustling with business before. As someone who had been raised in the area, he was quite familiar with the Forge and the stern master that ran it. Though, the more he thought on the matter, he came to the realization that it was most likely the Faire that had directed such a large influx of traffic to the Forgemaster and his wares. Godric was certainly a capable smith and it was nice seeing his hard work and efforts appreciated by more than the regular few who perused his wares.

Gunnar strolled about the Forge, listening to the constant chatter of the visiting soquili and carefully dodging those few that seemed oblivious to the world around him. Laventelli, an rather sophisticated otter he had somehow managed to pick up as a travelling companion for the time being, was quick on the uptake, darting in and out of the footpaths of the many soquili that stood outside the Forge and were partaking in the food and drink that the Forgemaster had so kindly provided them with.

Normally he would be quite interested in the job board that the Forgemaster updated every so often, more than willing to prove his mettle and earn some coin in the process. The stallion sighed wistfully, blowing a stray stand of his mane away from his face. One day, one day he would have enough coin to purchase a suitable weapon for himself. He was so close to having enough coin, so close. For now, though, all he wanted to do was enjoy the festivities and mingle with the many new faces he had never before seen. Certainly some of the attendees would be able to regale him with many an interesting tale. Gunnar had always been partial to tales of wit and cunning, especially since he often refrained from violence if he saw a way for brains to be the prevailing way out of a situation over brawn.

Gunnar spotted a blue unicorn with delicate looking wings and decided he seemed like an interesting fellow. The snake accompanying him also piqued his interests, as it was a bright snake with coloration he had never before seen.

Laventelli, as always, remained a creature of few words, preferring to clean and preen himself to keep his coat looking as immaculate as always. The stallion still wasn't sure why the otter had decided to stick around, but he figured he would just wait the situation out and see where it went.

"Hello, friends," called out Gunnar to the stallion and his snake companion. He was cheerful as always, a friend to anyone and everyone who Gunnar had no reason to distrust. Though he was sure there were some less than savory character at the Forge on this day, he wasn't going to be a spoilsport and ruin the nice time everyone was having. Plus, if any fights broke out, he was sure Godric would be able to handle it.

Laventelli stood idly beside Gunnar, paying the snake little or the stallion before them little attention. He busied himself with tending to his appearance, a soft hum escaping him as he ran his paws over his light lavender fur. Not a single spot of fur could be out of place. "Will we be here long, Gunnar?" The otter had little care if he offended the party before him. He had his own priorities and while he didn't mind taking a break in their travels, Laventelli was hoping they didn't waste too much time here. "You should focus on arming yourself if your aim was to procure yourself a weapon."

"Hush, Laventelli." Gunnar sighed heavily, an exhausted tone taking to his voice. "Apologies, don't mind Laventelli. He means well, I promise." He tried to direct the focus of the night-sky stallion and his snake companion elsewhere now that Laventelli had ruined any chances of not getting off on the wrong hoof. "Are you both here to collect coin with Godric's tasks?"

There was a moment that Lunellis nearly thought the new voice wasn't directed at him. The night sky flutter turned his head the opposite way before Astaris turned it towards the newcomer. "Ah...sorry." he turned his body more to face the voice. "I'm unable to view you properly---"

"He's blind as a bat in daylight...literally." Astaris cut in with a soft hiss. Lunellis let out a snort. "What?!? I'm only saying what you like to use flowery words for!!! Your blind, end of story!" The snake's wings made a shrugging motion as if Lunellis could see him. He couldn't but he could feel the air shifting of the motion itself so close to his head. The serpent was rewarded with n** to his hide before the flutter hybrid looked back towards the voice.

"Lunellis, herbalist. The brat around my neck is Astaris---" Lunellis was cut off again as the serpent hissed.

"His assistant! And eyes for when he's unable to get a good read on someone." the blue serpent said slithering up to the stallions head to mock-bow to the two. "By the way, Lune. The stallion talking to you looks really colorful. So, you should feel warmer around him...the otter...eh. He's cute. Lavender...and...well, he's cute."

Lunellis hummed. "Its a pleasure..."

Astaris looked down to Lunellis. "Their names are Gunnar and Laventelli. We heard that much..."

Lunelli's expression was that of a frustrated stallion. "Astaris....its rude to just spout off names when they weren't given to you. Don't make me get the lemon grass." Astaris looked a few shades paler.

Ingveldur didn't get out much. She preferred to stay close to her family, in the company of her family -- she didn't need anyone else but the herd. But word reached them about Godric's Forge and the tasks he was offering coin for, and the wares he was selling. It was enough to lure in her brother, Fáfnir, and now Ingveldur was here to quench her curiosity as well. She gravitated naturally towards an array of weapons; the steel sharp and shiny, clearly indicating the Forgemaster's talent. It was enough to tempt her into wanting to buy one for herself, and she wondered idly if her brother might have a few extra coin from the job he'd taken. If not, she could always do one of her own, if she was so inclined.

She couldn't help but overhear the mare next to her asking for weapon suggestions, curiosity getting the better of her once again as she turned to look. The mare was obviously a kalona, that much was certain. She had a sturdy build and a fierce look about her; clearly a warrior, and a powerful one at that. She'd be able to use her brute strength to take down foes alone, let alone her horns and dangerous tail. With a weapon, she'd just be even more deadly.

She seemed like she'd be forceful. All heavy blows, holding nothing back. "A mace," she said aloud, before she even realized it. "... if I may interject," she added, glancing between the mare and the Forgemaster, realizing she'd interrupted the question the mare had asked him. "It would depend on your style of fighting, of course, but... I think a mace would suit you."

Vanleote had not been eavesdropping but when she heard mention of lemon grass, she couldn't help but butt in. She sidled closer to the stallion and his familiar and asked, 'Do ya have some lemon grass to trade? I'm a cook and my last batch of lemon grass wasn't acidic enough for my recipe."


She felt a little rude to butt in, but she was a blunt soquili so it only bothered her for a few moments before she forgot about it. She had come to gather weapons to bring to her half-sister to study but she'd never pass up the opportunity to getting more ingredients for her cooking.

In fact, her little familiar had scampered off to a group of other familiars to work out trades. She'd already seen some fruits and vegetables that she planned on getting in a large basket to come back with her to the Flock.