12-10-2017, 04:14 AM
Forge had some questions of his own but they could wait. With the near expressionless face that he had, Forge shows no sign of being unnerved by the ambassador of hell despite feelings to the contrary.
"This one's name is Forge, I was trained to fight and to serve. Like all my kind I was born from the Creation Forges of House Cannith." It was strange to tell this ambassador of memories from so long ago but Forge forged on. "I was good with the hammer and could repair my comrad...." Forge's voice falters. "My comrades, after battles..." His softly glowing blue eyes fall down to his hands, but instead of seeing his pitted and blemished adamantine fingers he saw something else that the others did not. A greatsword in one hand and his number two, Hammer, in the other. "Hammer." He says softly. Hammer's eyes looked back at him like black pits of coal. The fires of his forge gone out. A spear jutted out his neck. Forge looks back up, where the faces of his new comrades were, other faces came to mind instead. Over-top Selina's face and armor appeared Steelbones, was he alive? "Steelbones, is that you? No, you died by magefire." Betimi's black eyes stared back at him but they were not Betimi's but the empty eyes of one of his many long dead human commanders. Blood oozed out of her mouth and maggots wormed in her eye-sockets, her hair matted and sticking with life-blood. Everywhere he looked everyone was a memory of loss and death. Every face came back to haunt him. Outside the glowing circle was even more darkness, a vast emptiness of nothingness. Forge spun around looking anywhere for it all to go away. "NOOOOOOO!" He shouted and clutched his head but his hands they were covered in blood. He began rubbing them together. "I can't, get it, off. Too, much, blood." He said as he scratched and scrubbed at his hands, trying to wash away the phantoms...
"This one's name is Forge, I was trained to fight and to serve. Like all my kind I was born from the Creation Forges of House Cannith." It was strange to tell this ambassador of memories from so long ago but Forge forged on. "I was good with the hammer and could repair my comrad...." Forge's voice falters. "My comrades, after battles..." His softly glowing blue eyes fall down to his hands, but instead of seeing his pitted and blemished adamantine fingers he saw something else that the others did not. A greatsword in one hand and his number two, Hammer, in the other. "Hammer." He says softly. Hammer's eyes looked back at him like black pits of coal. The fires of his forge gone out. A spear jutted out his neck. Forge looks back up, where the faces of his new comrades were, other faces came to mind instead. Over-top Selina's face and armor appeared Steelbones, was he alive? "Steelbones, is that you? No, you died by magefire." Betimi's black eyes stared back at him but they were not Betimi's but the empty eyes of one of his many long dead human commanders. Blood oozed out of her mouth and maggots wormed in her eye-sockets, her hair matted and sticking with life-blood. Everywhere he looked everyone was a memory of loss and death. Every face came back to haunt him. Outside the glowing circle was even more darkness, a vast emptiness of nothingness. Forge spun around looking anywhere for it all to go away. "NOOOOOOO!" He shouted and clutched his head but his hands they were covered in blood. He began rubbing them together. "I can't, get it, off. Too, much, blood." He said as he scratched and scrubbed at his hands, trying to wash away the phantoms...
