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@hearthblooded: *Ornn grunts* If you had heard this grunt you would've thought it wise not to approach the mountain god.
And... that is exactly what Devan considers. Stopping dead in their tracks, unsure if that sense of warmth was from the Forgelord's attention, or his presence alone.
Perhaps they are far enough away, as to make a safe, calm, exit, and not disturb the Spirit God any further...
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βHow do you make weapons when theyβre smaller than your finger?β
βHow does the Freljord have room for anyone else?β
@hearthblooded Enters the Fray
Aatrox stood upon a mountaintop in the northern-most regions of the Freljord, watching as humans below did battle with a tribe of Ursine. Suddenly, through, he heard something: the thundering of giant footsteps. The Darkin turned to see a great horned being emerge from an opening at the base of one of the mountains. βSo then... The demigod reveals himself.β
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βAnd you have opened your flames to me, despite knowing where I hail from.β She sat with discomfort. Despite the whipping winds outside, she had no desire to steer herself closer to the impossibly billowing flames of a structure long thought dead. Sejuani did not chase rumor. Nor a milk maidβs tale, nor words spilled from a roarous drunkardβs lips. Yet one way, or another, she found herself in the presence of just such; a rumor, the breath of truth blowing into the forgeβs flames, solid and present before her very eyes. She was not new to witnessing forgery. The seamlessness in which he moved, however, ensnared her attention raptly. βI came here alone for a reason. You are an Old God of my lands. I will not take from you. But legend says nothing of what you desire as payment for your forgery.β
"...You're pretty mouthy for a lightbulb..." Ornn grunted.
"And you are quite arrogant for an oversized Eka'sul." The air around Xerath crackled ominously. "Are you truly the 'forge god' I have heard so much about?"
It had been a long trek; a trek few would dare to undertake, and fewer would undertake alone. Even so, the Inquisitor marched onward, undeterred by the legends of the old gods that dwelt in these lands. His Lady had bid him come here, and even if it spelt his end, the Inquisitor would see his mission through. It was said that the forge god dwelt in these lands, the might Ram, but it hardly mattered. If any god or spirit protested him being here, the Inquisitor welcomed them to try and stop him... Though he would frankly prefer their aid to speed things along.
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