Embers || Paladin Trials

[MayRndz 1130]

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As she placed the first ingot into the searing flames, a radiant warmth enveloped her, filling her with a sense of purpose and guidance. With unwavering focus, she began to work the molten metal, her hammer striking with precision and purpose. 
 

SHNNNGGG
 

Amidst the clangor of a hammer and the hiss of cooling metal, stood a solitary figure her golden waves neatly pulled back into a bun. A signed hammer grasped within calloused hands. Beside her another stood, watching over and guiding each movement. Surrounded by molten gold that flows like liquid fire. With each movement of her hands, the molten metal began to take shape, forming into intricate pieces reflective of sunlight.
 

SHNNNGGG
 

With each piece forged, her brows donned beads of sweat - soaking through her sleeves, forging them to the exact sizing of her form so that they would neatly interlock as if a puzzle itself. For hours on end she stayed amidst the flickering heat working until its embers began to die out.
 

As the final piece of the armor cooled in the dying embers of the forge, her form shifted and stepped back to admire the handiwork. The golden armor gleamed with a brilliance that rivaled the sun itself, silver inlays wrapping across its surface to note designs of the sun.
 

Her bi-colored gaze danced across it, those full lips curving upwards to don a smile before her hands moved to interlock each piece carefully around her form. Donning that armor her form shifted knowing she was not quite done; and so she headed for the frigid mountains.

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It was there she spent days in the cold with only what was upon her form. Venturing and hunting, her boots sinking into the snow leaving prints in her wake each time. Hunting until her gaze peered upon a creamy furred creature of the tundra. 
 

The predator pouncing upon her with speed, its claws slashing through the air with deadly precision. The elfess not easily intimidated, her resolve steeled by the challenge before her. With swift and coordinated strikes, she engaged the beast in a fierce battle, dodging its ferocious attacks and retaliating with calculated precision. As the snow leopard's roars echo through the icy landscape, she pressed on with determination unwavering. Finally, with a final, decisive blow, bringing the creature to its knees, its once-proud form lying motionless in the snow. 
 

She set up camp for the night with a lingering flame, embers flickering to the sky as she let the crimson blood of the beast drain, and began to cut its pelt free from the body. The pelt of the snowy creature cleaned before donning the shoulders of her armor. Sewn around a flowing crimson fabric, that then draped about her armor - giving it an appearance of regality. A set of feathers tucked to the winged helm.
 

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Then she returned home peering upon the colossal golden door returning with her master craft completed, and a sigh of relief now able to rest.