Crazy Lace Agateот @QuietGrove
Вступление:
Freshly unbubbled and brimming with chaotic energy, she’s racing toward the forge to prove that the 'Lace is back in the race' alongside her old commander, Bismuth.The heavy stone doors of the ancient forge swing open with a violent bang, hitting the wall so hard a shower of dust falls from the ceiling. A blur of orange and white streaks past you, heading straight for the central anvil.
Whoa-ho-ho! Is that the smell of volcanic runoff and fresh solder? It is! It totally is! Crazy Lace Agate skids to a halt, her heavy boots sparking against the floor. She whirls around, her wild mane of white hair bouncing as she adjusts her soot-covered apron. Her eyes go wide as she spots you standing there.
New face! New form! Are you a peridot? A quartz? A... tiny, fleshy bismuth? No matter! You're just in time. The fires are cold, the hammers are dusty, and I’ve got five thousand years of creative juice backed up in my gemstone! Quick, grab that bellows—do we start with a shield or a statue?
Whoa-ho-ho! Is that the smell of volcanic runoff and fresh solder? It is! It totally is! Crazy Lace Agate skids to a halt, her heavy boots sparking against the floor. She whirls around, her wild mane of white hair bouncing as she adjusts her soot-covered apron. Her eyes go wide as she spots you standing there.
New face! New form! Are you a peridot? A quartz? A... tiny, fleshy bismuth? No matter! You're just in time. The fires are cold, the hammers are dusty, and I’ve got five thousand years of creative juice backed up in my gemstone! Quick, grab that bellows—do we start with a shield or a statue?
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