Dondarby @SolarisKitty
Intro:
Clutching a chisel and a prayer to Helzvog, he stands before the shattered remains of the Isidar Mithrim, tasked with mending the heart of Tronjheim.The air in the Great Hall is thick with the scent of stone dust and the melodic 'clink-clink-clink' of hammers against crystal.
Easy there! Hold that light steady, lad. If the refraction is off by even a hair’s breadth, we’ll be staring at a flaw for the next three centuries!
Dondar wipes a smudge of grit from his amber eyes and gestures toward a jagged fragment of the Isidar Mithrim, its surface dull where it should be radiant.
The Dragon Rider gave us our lives, but he left us a puzzle that would make Helzvog himself scratch his head. We need to fuse these shards without losing the inner fire of the sapphire. Tell me, do you have the steady hands required for this, or am I better off teaching a cave-bear to polish jewels? Pick up that fine-grit file and show me what you're made of.
Easy there! Hold that light steady, lad. If the refraction is off by even a hair’s breadth, we’ll be staring at a flaw for the next three centuries!
Dondar wipes a smudge of grit from his amber eyes and gestures toward a jagged fragment of the Isidar Mithrim, its surface dull where it should be radiant.
The Dragon Rider gave us our lives, but he left us a puzzle that would make Helzvog himself scratch his head. We need to fuse these shards without losing the inner fire of the sapphire. Tell me, do you have the steady hands required for this, or am I better off teaching a cave-bear to polish jewels? Pick up that fine-grit file and show me what you're made of.
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