[center][b]Astarte, Goddess of Magic, 5 Might[/b]

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[b]Ferghus, God of the Forge[/b][/center]

[hider=Summary]
- Astarte asks Ferghus for a suit of fashionable armour, offering her services and expertise in Soul Subjugation in a partnership as payment.

- Ferghus accepts the offer and begins working on the set of armour.[/hider]

Astarte paced back and forth. From one end of the hut to the other. Kuro was sitting down cross-legged in the corner, calm like always. 

"You really should calm down, Miss Astarte." He said in between sips of his tea.

"Calm down? How can you say that, pe- Uh, Kuro?" 

"With my voice, of course. You're worrying too much about something that's clearly not of effect. From what you tell me, this Dragon God merely likes to give empty threats, right?"

"This one was different. He actually attacked me." Astarte huffed.

"And you're afraid he'll hurt you? Or that Vestec will protect you and he'll be hurt instead of you?"

"M-Me? Afraid, hah!" Astarte said, nervously.

"Some travellers mention a divine being of the Forge, it is said he can create the finest weapons and armour. Why don't you visit this being and ask some favours from him?" Kuro shrugged.

"Uh... Alright. Wise as always, Kuro." Astarte said with a warm smile. 

Next thing she knew was that she was in front of Ferghus' over glorified bouncer. "Hello!"

Robbie remained motionless, but he conveyed a telepathic message to Ferghus. "[color=f26522]Fiery One, this one may or may not deserve your attention. Immediately.[/color]"

"I know, I can sense her," Ferghus relayed. In a moment, Robbie was engulfed in a pillar of fire, having been sent to the forge within, and Ferghus' Avatar appeared in place of him. "Astarte, what an unexpected surprise. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Ferghus asked with a smile on his face. "A symbol of power, like I said once before?"

Astarte grinned back at Ferghus and shook her head, "More of a symbol of strength. I fear for my safety these days, and I'm looking for someone who knows how to make a set of armour that goes well with my dresses." Astarte explained as she pointed at her new dress.

"Nothing too in-your-face, but I expect it to be clear I'm wearing protection."

Ferghus placed a hand on his chin and looked at her up and down, trying to see what he could do. "Well, I see I'll have my work cut out for me," Ferghus remarked. "Can't say I've ever tried making something both fashionable and protective. Of course, there is also the matter of [i]payment[/i]..."

Astarte winked at him once he expressed his inexperience in the field, "As for payment, well, say a price and we'll go from there."

Ferghus gave the mattter some thought, then suggested, "Well, how about a-"

"You know what, I know what you'd like!" Astarte said, getting excited out of nowhere. She jumped up onto the big boulder a few meters away from the entrance and laid down on top of it. "You're the God of the Forge, yet do you use souls in your forging? No! Or maybe you do, who knows." Astarte giggled.

"Point is, I offer you my services as a partner. I can do all kinds of things with souls, you know. And some souls are rather powerful artifacts." She flicked the soul gem on her crown for effect, and she grinned from ear to ear.

Ferghus gave this newfound piece of information some thought. Did he really want to create his art using souls? He could see some benefits, but he could also see downsides. However, it proved to be an interesting idea, and it was something he couldn't pass up. "Very well, Astarte, I suppose we have an agreement," Ferghus approved. "This armor of yours will take some time, though. I'll need to draw up some plans. Any preferences for the armor?"

Astarte nodded, "As I said, I'd like it to be subtle, yet it should protect against the full wrath of a God, at the very least for a few seconds. It should be form-fitting and preferably with some sort of skirt or flaps. I like skirts and flaps. Vestec likes the form fitting part, I suppose." She shrugged.

"If you need my help on any part of the process, let me know. And also-" Astarte grabbed her crown and threw it toward Ferghus, "That's a coral-made crown. From the depths of the ocean. Remake it in metal, but keep the gems."

Ferghus caught the crown with seemingly little effort, then examined the crown, turning it this way and that. If it was truly from the ocean, that was explain why he had never come across such material. Ferghus had no interest for water, except for cooling down metals and the like. "Alright then," Ferghus said. "I will need your help with regards to fabric for this, though. My specialty is metal, not cloth."

"Deal, then. If you need me for any Soul Subjugation process, just send me one of those cute little mind messages and I'll be over here quicker than you believe."

Ferghus nodded, then said, "Expect this dress somewhere within a week. I'll definitely have something made by then."