[u][b]Collab between me and Rtron[/b][/u]

Ferghus began the rather tedious task of picking out items within his armory and sending them to his forge in Mt. Vulcan. One couldn't just have nothing but a furnace and anvil, after all, and it was his job to pick out what it was that he needed for both inspiration and convenience. In the middle of this, however, Ferghus detected a prayer. A prayer for him. Well, it seems like his Arma Igna have done a great job, especially now that prayers were being received. Ferghus wasted no time teleporting his Avatar to the location of the one praying. Appearing in a pillar of flames that quickly extinguished themselves, Ferghus examined the surrounding area. A temple. A rather dark one, by the looks of it. Ferghus could make an educated guess as to who this was dedicated to. There was also a man kneeling near a small shrine that looked like it was meant for Ferghus. "So, you're the fellow who's been praying to me, huh?" Ferghus asked, crossing his arms. Then he grinned and continued, "Well, came to the right god, Mr.... I don't think I caught your name." 

Viscardi whirled around as flames erupted in the temple. As he saw who it was, the self proclaimed Lord of the North fell to one knee before the God of the Forge, head down. "My name is Viscardi, Lord of the Forge. And yes, I have been the one praying to you for a weapon. Does this mean you've come to state your terms?" He made sure to be very polite sounding and keep his head down. His life would suddenly become very short if he angered a God.

"My terms... Hmm..." Ferghus thought out loud. This guy was at least rather polite, although that was probably just because he was dealing with a god. Then Ferghus' mind wandered off and he muttered, "So that's where those 2 Arma Igna went. Damn that Vestec." As his mind returned to the present, he remembered he was dealing with someone. "Ah, yes, a weapon," Ferghus said. "Lucky for you, you are the first one to call me. I'm being generous here, so don't squander this. You're getting this weapon for free." 

Viscardi kept his head down and his exuberance out of his voice. "Thank you, Lord of the Forge, for your generosity." He just hoped that Ferghus wouldn't blame the followers of Vestec for the actions of the God. They just reaped the benefits, they didn't participate in the act. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ferghus said. Ferghus then reached into his mind to find his preferred fighting style. "Hmm..." Ferghus said. "I see..." After a moment, Ferghus said, "Alright, one sword coming up," and teleported a two-handed sword from his armory, complete with sheath as well. Ferghus then drew the sword and concentrated deeply on it. The sword began to glow bright orange, and Ferghus teleported his hammer Pyrkagia into his other hand. A few strikes with the hammer later, the sword stopped glowing, and Ferghus returned his hammer back to his plane of existence. Sheathing the sword once more, Ferghus handed the blade over to Viscardi. "This blade will not break by any power other than a god's," Ferghus explained. "And should any weapon or shield other than one created by a god clash with this, it shall fail and break." 

Viscardi reverently took the blade from Ferghus. "Thank you, Lord of the Forge. I will wield it with pride and tell all it came from your hands."

"That's all I ask for," Ferghus said. "Now, back to more important matters." With that, Ferghus teleported away in a pillar of flame that extinguished itself after a brief second. 

[hider=Meanwhile, Might and stuff]
1 Might spent reinforcing a powerful sword.

That sword is now property of Viscardi. Fear it. And him.

Might: 7
Free Points: 3
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