The four-team leader who will be leading this operation from our side will be our very own newbies Varion Kreek, Draisol Bellin, Marylin Sweit and last Drago Greenwood. When I had my name called out, I literally spat out the coffee I was sipping on. For you guys to gain experience and not die in the process, each team will be having 3 more team members of your choice. I whole heartedly hope you will survive and persist long enough to stop the apocalypse.
Get your equipment from the master smiths and the rest of you who aren't goin on the quest will be focusing on base enhancement and protection. Guild dismissed". What was shocking wasn't the fact that I was chosen for this quest considering my incompetency but rather the fact that the entire hectic hall that I have been looking at for the past few days were on the palm of the guild master.
The influence and effect he had on the field was magical. Then it seemed as though he looked at me specifically and then he vanished from the podium like a magician and so did I. The next thing I knew was me being in a normal room. A bunch of family photos of 3 kids, some of a large family while others were of a boy standing with some other kids. There was a girl who seemed around 14. She had jet black hair which strongly contrasted with my blonde hair. Her eyes glinted a sapphire blue and she seemed to be having a lot of fun with another guy with brown hair in the park. There were a bunch of other photos of them too.
The room had a nice warm fireplace and some sofas. A fridge with a Buncha pepsi which I opened one. Then as the door opened, it was none other than the guildmaster I saw. He wore a fray flower patter T-shirt over a half pant which was drastically different from the one I saw before. It was like he didn't have the slightest responsibility resting on his shoulders.
"You know for a newbie, most events seemed to revolve around you. the attack on the palace, Poppy who died in your arms and left a clue to revive the old gods with you". that caught my attention, the fact that I had told anyone about the pen drive.
"the fact that you had also met, the incarnate of the epitome of evil. I guess you have to go on this quest so you can prove to everyone here that you are someone we can give our backs to."
And then he pushed me out of the house and I learnt that the place where I was staying was just a few houses away so I went back. As I reached for my door I realized I didn't want to sleep. So I went to the master smiths. I had to go back to the building where poppy had died. It was still a granite building like the Taj Mahal which glinted a different color in the setting sun. I went in and made my way to the smithy. I couldn't help but think about Poppy's dying breaths and her face as she wanted me to give Wilbert the pen drive and yet for some reason It just didn't feel right.
I reached to the handle of the smithy and inside were a wide arsenal of weapons even more than the ones out on display.
Each one was adorned with a variety of gems while others were plain and yet I could feel malice, the need to protect, the need to serve or even the need to kill from different weapons.
Each sword was as thin as a paper and yet they gave me a cut on my hand just from holding it. The axes were heavy and the craftsmanship on them were unique. Each weapon had a unique code engraved on it. There even some weapons I didn't recognize at all, a sword that when swung extended like a whip with a long iron rope stretched out. A spear with changeable blades, a bow with a variety of arrows and even an axe made purely out of glass.
I wanted to explore the entirety of this smithy which seemed to almost never end but then I met a man who was hammering a piece of iron. He was engrossed in it to the point where he didn't notice me. As I got close to him, I saw an entity behind him. It was a full grown cripple with a pummeled face and a weirdly bent leg.
I didn't wanna disturb him so I just sat a little away. I took out the spear which had returned to its baton form. I extended it by pressing the small button at its side as it grew to full size. A completely metal weapon with its blade seemed to have been glimmering its own light. I retracted it and kept it in my back pocket. I went and saw the other spears, and each one seemed different. But I didn't feel the pulling like I did with the one I had.
Then I found a pair of scissors which seemed quite odd to find in weapons smithy. They seemed small and normal enough.
"You know if you wanted a weapon, you could've just called me."
"We have a lot of weapons excluding those in the garbage cans. But first lemme introduce myself. I'm the head blacksmith over here Giovanni. The incarnate of the god of blacksmiths Hephaestus and I assume you must be Drago since the other groups have already got their equipment. Come with me for now."
I took the scissors with me because I seemed to like them for some reason. Then I followed him. "that bag has items ranging from a bunch of flares to some spare swords just in case. Plus that bag has an infinite storage so you can store almost anything you want as long as its not something too big like a car or a living human being. Someone tried and whew did it turn ugly."
I asked "can I take this pair of scissors?"
And he looked at me with pure astonishment. "That was the devil's scissor. A type of tool made by the unique incarnate of Ptah, the Egyptian craftsman god and Sindri, the Norse god of blacksmiths who notably created the Mjolnir of Thor. His name was not noted and was simply called smith. He was the one who created the folk tale of "the smith and the devil." In which he supposedly made a pact with the devil himself Lucifer and is the the only recorded person to exist after. He tricked the devil somehow and got away alive.
During the time he had powers, he combined the aspects of the three supremacies. The magic of Ptah, the skills of Sindri and the nature of Lucifer to create the most simple, useful and dangerous tool. A pair of scissors."