Hephaestus (artoffire) wrote in colligo_threads, @ 2009-06-16 16:26:00 |
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Who: Hephaestus and Open
What: Hephaestus creates a smithery
Where: An abandoned warehouse
When: Started Friday; Continuing Tuesday
Rating: PG so far
He stood in darkness, in a building lost or abandoned, as building left to the stretches of time, and not used. He stood within it and summoned his strength. It had been long and long again since he had so summoned his power, and this place cut him off from much of it, but he pulled it into him as he breathed, the air around him growing hit, then burning hot, then steaming hot. The walls seemed to almost shiver as he drew in a breath---
--and he let it out in a a silent roar.
From time immemorial, his people had created with passion. Great Athena wielded passion for Knowledge, Eros for Love, Ares for War, Apollo for music, and so on. But Hephaestus burned with a passion to make things. And when he released that passion, that power, things were born.
The walls blurred and shifted, and the floor changed, and the ceiling trembled, then flowed as the Original Craftsman reached out with will and passion and bade it change.
The roar lasted only a moment, but the change took days, slow shifting, slow movement, slow creation, and slow rebirth. He hated that it was silent, and that it held no ring of tone of joy, but he would live with it...
When it was done, the floor, walls, and ceiling were unbreakable stone, and the walls were differently shaped, with vents and a long sliding door in front, and a small cotted area in back.
The main area held a giant smithery, with a giant anvil and hammer and tongs. A rack holding tools stood tall beside it, between it and the second, smaller smithery, where all was duplicated, save in human scale.
He breathed and smiled, and it was good. He had used the materials in the warehouse, abandoned, and shifted them, crafted them, and honed them, taking out their central and purest parts. Add a touch of divine essence, and this was what was born.
A new smithhome, and a new beginning. Trap him in a new place? So be it. Cut him off from much power? So be it. But deny him his cause? Never!
He smiled and turned to the door, opening then closing it, letting it lock behind him. He started to head back to the living quarters. He was tired, and the smithy would be safe from all harm for now...