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Thalassa

Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground

After having gathered her igneous rock, Thal proceeded to the lava pits for the next part of her quest. The orange glow of the molten rock overshadowed the little sunlight that filtered through the thick ashy atmosphere, warming her skin with its proximity. She walked between the rivers and deltas of streaming fire, bubbles of lava popping occasionally to break the silence. The smell singed her nose pleasantly. Most Ancients would describe it as the smell of 'home,' but Thal found herself missing the salty brine of the ocean air. 

Pulling her daggers from their sheaths, she looked for a small pool to melt the into. Luckily for her, it didn't take long to spot a circle section of lava that diverged from the larger streams. She approached, leaning against a stone to inspect her daggers and begin the work of deconstructing them.
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The Climb was not a place that he came often. Once or twice before, as a Mer beneath the full moon's magic, he'd walked the Burrows on quests, but the heat and ash and stone of the place did not make for a comfortable environment for one born of water.

And it was a quest once again that brought him to the Climb today. His feet were protected by thick boots and he wore a lightweight jacket of close-fitting leather to protect his skin from floating embers. His hair was braided tightly back for the same reason as he picked his way carefully across the Crust. His trident served as both walking staff and a way to test the ground ahead of him for stability, and on his back he carried a backpack with a few tools.

He knew that Ancients lived within the Climb, of course, but he did not expect to find one that he recognized there. Nevertheless, a familiar dark cloak caught his eye as he followed a sluggishly flowing lava stream and rounded a large jumble of boulders to find a placidly bubbling pool of molten rock and fire. "Captain," he called out, his voice a low rumble below the hisses and pops of the incandescent liquid stone around them. "Is that you?"
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Thalassa

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burn yourself to the ground

At the sound of her title, Thal turned to spot the Mer King crossing the black stone towards her. She didn't hold back the obligatory smile of greeting. "Hadama. What brings you out here?" It was surprising to see the demigod so far from a body of water, unless he was planning to take a dive in the pleasantly skin-melting pool of lava, which she doubted. In fact, it was almost comical that the first time she was seeing him in more than a single pair of clothing was in the scorching heat. Apparently, the biting cold of Deepfrost was nothing, but the boiling atmosphere of the Climb was more than enough to encourage the use of other clothing items. 

Looking back down at her daggers, she attempted to spot a seam between the blade and hilt. Dygra had said to 'dismantle' he daggers, and yet they were practically fused together. Clearing her throat to push away any semblance of assistance that may coat her question, Thal asked, "You wouldn't happen to know how to deconstruct a pair of daggers, would you?" If so, perhaps their unusual meeting could prove useful.
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He was quietly pleased that his guess was correct as Thalassa's voice emerged from within her concealing hood. Altering his path to pick his way carefully across the uneven ground towards her he reached up to tap the armlet around one muscular bicep. "Another task to improve the armor." He slid the curling steel-silver jewelry that hid the magical armor off as he reached her, holding it out so she could see it. "I need to temper it in fire," he explained before turning his attention to her daggers.

"Hmm. I can replace the handle of a blade," he confirmed, examining the way that Thalassa's weapons were constructed. "But the old handle is destroyed to do so. If it is made of wood," he clarified. Whether Thalassa's blades were classically constructed or made of some other material would affect his advice on the matter. "Do you have tools with you?"
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Thalassa

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Thal glanced at the armlet, recalling their spar on the beach. She tried to push away the memory of his blood on her dagger, choosing instead to inspect the curling metal presented. The owlbear down was nowhere in sight, masterfully contained within. It sounded like they were on similar missions and she nodded. "Then you've come to the right place."

The daggers glinted in her hands, damaged during her mining of the igneous, but otherwise intact. She presented them to the demigod. Metal ran from blade tip down through the entire length with the bolster separating the blade from the handle. A single strip of hardened leather was the only form of support along the hilts. Narrowing her eyes, she considered the ore she'd collected. "I think the material of my current blades is supposed to be the base of my new handles while the igneous rock will be the blades." She knew it probably wasn't the usual method for blade construction, and yet it somehow felt right to her. 

At the inquiry of tools, Thal shook her head, the motion dropping her hood and shifting her dark hair around her head. "Regretfully, not. I'm not exactly knowledgeable in this area." She didn't often admit to a lack of skill, but she quite literally had no idea what she was doing and she didn't think Hadama would be one to rub that in her face.
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If the memory of their spar caused him any pain he did not show it. Instead he nodded in satisfaction and considered the lava pool thoughtfully for a moment before checking its margins. A shallow depression nearby held gently bubbling molten rock only a few inches deep that would suit his purposes. He removed his bag from his back and pulled out a pair of heavy tongs which he used to carefully slide his armlet into the fiery lava.

Then he turned back to Thalassa while it tempered, considering the conundrum of her daggers as she spoke.

"Mmh. With gods it can be difficult to say," he rumbled, a hint of wry humor in his normally-stoic voice. They were not constrained by merely mortal limitations and their use of the gathered materials could be... unconventional. Dygra, one supposed, even more than the rest.

But the weapons she presented were simple enough and the former-smith nodded in satisfaction. "These will not be difficult," he assured her, unperturbed at her lack of expertise in a specialized field that she would not usually need aboard a ship. "The leather is hardened, but it can be cut away. The bolsters--" he tapped the thickened metal between the handle and the blade with one large finger, "Mmh. These are welded to the blade and tang." He tilted his head thoughtfully, looking from the lava to the daggers and back again. "You may be able to melt the weld with the lava..." He paused, studying the metal more closely, and there might have been a hint of a craftsman's reluctance as he continued: "...but it will damage the metal." Which would not matter if they were being sacrificed as material for a new god-weapon.
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Thalassa

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burn yourself to the ground

As Hadama lowered his armlet into the bubbling pool, she tried not to laugh at the gods. She'd only met Dygra, and she'd been gracious and understanding of Thal's desires. However, it was nearly impossible to understand the gods and how they were able to make any material more than it appeared. 

Listening closely to the Mer king talk, most of the terms he used were completely unfamiliar to her and she tried to focus on anything that made sense. Hearing that the leather should be cut away, Thal didn't hesitate to use each dagger to slice along the handle of its partner, letting the strips fall away. She didn't bother picking them up. They wouldn't serve any purpose in her new daggers. Instead, she shrugged her shoulders and looked at the exposed daggers. "I don't think it matters if the metal gets damaged. It's just getting melted down anyways." And if they were currently welded together, they would require heat anyways.

Her instincts said to drop the daggers straight into the lava, but she didn't have any idea how to manage the liquid mess they'd melted into. She glanced at Hadama's tongs. "You don't happen to have a tool for molten metal, do you?" Maybe if he had a container to withstand the heat, she could lower it into the lava.
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He watched impassively as the leather was sliced away and discarded. It had served its purpose until it was no longer needed, and now it would likely burn in the Climb's heat, devoured by the unpredictable shifting of the crust. But that was the simplest task in the deconstruction of the daggers, and he returned his gaze to Thal's face as she made her decision on the knives and their fate. The lava would destroy them if given enough time. But all they really needed was for the weld itself to be weakened at the place the bolster joined the tang.

"Hmm." He rumbled in thought as he considered the problem and her request, but then he gave a slow shake of his head. "In Torchline, yes. Not here." He did not, unfortunately, normally carry his forging tools with him, given how little time he had to work with them in such troubled times. "...But you do not need them. Do you need to melt them down entirely?" He tilted his head at her curiously. "Or just to separate the bolsters from the blades?"
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Thalassa

Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground

Thal's shoulders sank at the lack of forging tools. She should have come more prepared. Maybe if they were mostly melted, that would be enough for Dygra. Or maybe she could just cup them in her hands. She was seriously considering the last option, glancing down at the daggers and placing her scooped hands under them. It's not like the lava would hurt her anyways. 

Without pulling her eyes from the daggers, she explained to Hadama, "Dygra tasked me with 'dismantling' and 'melting' my old daggers in The Climb's lava pools. She didn't specify anything more than that." Thal knelt next to the bubbling fire water and rolled up her sleeves to avoid burning them. "I'll just have to hope that removing the leather was enough 'dismantling.'" She then lowered the bottom of her hands into the lava, letting the warmth pass through her and heat the metal.
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'Mmh." Hadama nodded in understanding as Thalassa explained the details of her task. "I think it will be enough." Though he had never met Dygra, what he had learned of the goddess of entropy led him to believe that the symbolic attempt would suffice. Just as his own tempering was no true hardening of the metal.

He watched with a quiet curiosity as Thalassa used her own hands to hold the metal daggers, dipping her skin into the lava without harm or blemish. It was an impressive display, and one he had never seen so unmistakably demonstrated by an Ancient before. He inclined his head in respect to her but made no noise that might distract the woman from her task.

Rather than loom over the petite captain, Hadama turned back to his own quest. He used the tongs to fish the armlet out of its small lava pool. The Safrin-blessed metal was undamaged by the heat, but a sooty discoloration marred its surface as the lava clung to it. It would be easy enough to polish away when he returned home, he decided with satisfaction. "How are they?" he called quietly over to Thalassa as he waited for his armlet to cool enough to touch.
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Thalassa

Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground

With her hands occupied by the pleasant warmth of the lava, she watched Hadama remove his own equipment from the heat. It didn't appear to have changed much. Just a few scorch marks scattered the surface. The observaton only further proving her opinion of gods and their capabilities. She had faith that her own daggers would be much more powerful than before. 

Thal felt her weapons slowly soften in her grasp, beginning to lose their recognizable shapes. She tilted her head in curious assessment. The metal shifted from a steely grey to a reddish orange at the edges before creeping farther in. It didn't look like they would need much more time. 

At that thought, the daggers burned a brighter shade of orange, melting into a puddle in her hands. "Good, I think. They look about done to me." Lifting the metal from the lava, she showed it to Hadama. It instantly cooled, already hardening against the crevices of her palms. She looked to the Mer King. "Are you done as well?"
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He glanced over to see how the daggers were coming along, but the angle was wrong and Thalassa's body blocked his view. He had to rely on her to tell him when the deconstruction was complete, but Hadama was a patient man. Besides, he lacked her resistance to fire and heat, and he needed to wait for the armlet to cool before he could lift it in his hands again.

By the time she rose to show him her handful of hardening metal, his armor had cooled to a temperature that was uncomfortable but no longer dangerous. He examined the remains of the daggers and gave a nod of approval as they solidified into a cast of her cupped hands. It had intriguing possibilities for art, in fact...

But he held himself to their current goals, setting the thought aside for a later day. "I am," he agreed, wrapping his armlet in a thick cloth and tucking it into his bag to let it finish cooling. He pushed himself to his feet with a grace that seemed out of place on such a large, heavily-muscled frame and dusted his hands off. "It was good to see you again, Captain Thalassa. I hope you will visit Torchline again soon." He inclined his head to her in a respectful bow, ready to take his leave unless she had more to say.
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#13

Thalassa

Sometimes you have to
burn yourself to the ground

Satisfied with Hadama's approval, she pocketed the hardening metal. The next step would be forging the deformed mass with her mined igneous rock. Considering the fact that the Mer King showed such skill in forging and blade construction, she may have to enlist his help once more. 

Watching the large man stand, she gave him a cocky grin. "It might be sooner than you think." In a playful manner, she bowed dramatically with a wink. "It's been a pleasure, Your Majesty." Thal rose once more with a laugh that would be observed as more genuine than not. She really was starting to like the man, after all. With a curt wave, she made her exit. "Until next time, Hadama."

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