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Just one more day again...one more...I hate long shifts...
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One more day on shift...then a half day to feel human again...adulting sucks.
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@Senhara Oh cool. tansi nistasis. I'm Plains Cree myself. So as I just said in Cree, Hello Brother.


Koglan hums, one hand moving oneof the five heart plates he's been working on in the heat of his forge. The other hand is pouring a strange amber liquid into his quench trough. His face is ruddy, sweat dripping from his arms and down his neck. He smiles, the acid he's going to use for the quench, the very last of the basilisk acid venom he had bartered for almost 10 years ago now. His master had shown him this, a quench in acid would often turn the iron into something far stronger then a quench in water or oil. He stepping on the pump below the trough, setting the flame under there to heat the acid. Until heat haze rose into the air. He had to be quick, he wouldn't want to leave the acid too long, or he'd have to have a new trough made. The heart plates are for the warriors, protection is paramount after all. And it would not do to leave them waiting too long.

As he waited for the acid to heat up correctly he looked to the heart plates. They were ready for the quench. He nodded, he looked to the acid, almost ready there. He looked about his forge, clean, and ready for the next task he'd be asked to do. He waited and his mind drifted a little. Hmmm much had happened this day and evening. He'd started work on that axe, and finished the head in good time. He could heat it again come morning, and work the haft. Before burning the axe head onto the haft to fit it right. A gift for the young chief. But the spark of the day. He had to give that to Siwa, and her mating proposal. He chuckled a little, the young gobliness had been very articulate. And very smart, even if the end of the situation had left her without the answer she wanted. He found it amusing. But it was well intended. He had sent her off with a challenge.

Koglan pulled the first of the five heart plates from the forge and with his tongs plunged it into the acid bath. The hiss of heated metal in a liquid the acid roils, the quench if swift as he pulls the armor free letting the acid drip off. He takes a file and slides it across the edge of the armor. It's a perfect sing his of iron on iron. Perfectly quenched. As he brought up another heart plate, he thinks forward rather then backwards. Siwa will be back, he knows that. Brendan had said as much, and he knew that he and Siwa are close. He'd just have to wait. He swore if she came back and had atleast try, he'd give her what she wanted. Another heart plate went into the quench.

Somewhere in the night outside a coyote called to the moon the dark of the night have set in completely. And yet Koglan worked on.
Yes in case you're wondering, I'm Channeling the old Ugnaught Kuiil from The Mandalorian into Koglan all of a sudden. And I think I'm going to keep it that way. Just because it feels so right.
As the ingot heated in the flames, Koglan stood listening and watching Siwa. He quirked his head to the side and a short smile graces his lips briefly as he watches the shock and maybe even outrage pass over the young goblins face. Like her plans had just come undone. He couldn't help but be a little proud of that fact. The powerfully muscled smith nods slowly, "Siwa. Right now, we stand at a point you will not get your way. Yes I served Biy, it is true. It's not that you aren't or are a virgin, nor that you have a lack of experience. I want to know that you have atleast explored your options."

He couldn't help but boom a short laugh as he watched Brendan and Siwa banter. The young gobliness was not giving a good show of herself at the moment. He finally nods, "Well perhaps at some point in the near future you will return, having atleast attempted to find someone to start your first litter. And when you return we shall speak again." He turned, as if the conversation is forgotten. With a pair of tongs he pulls the angry red heated iron ingot from the forge. And sets it to the anvil, taking up the hammer he uses to work the heated metal he begins to work at it.

He speaks with some amount of effort now while he works, "You will come back I'm sure, and we can speak again of your wish for a litter. We all know that I will not be the only one offering up his seed to that litter. But if you come back, I might be convinced to help you." He looks up at Brendan, a look on his face. It's clear, he's playing hard to get. This look is hidden a moment later as his hammer descends and slams into the metal. He motions with his hammer at Siwa and Brendan, "I have spoken on this matter." A clear dismissal on this portion of the conversation it seems.
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Quick question: Is the idea of a Rigger Driver, ala Shadowrun okay in this case? I'm just curious. Because I don't want to be the driver who just sits in the car and does nothing other then drive.
Koglan hummed, reaching to the middle of his table and pouring a quad of glasses with a juice made from some nearby berry bushes. Pouring out a sample for everyone. Siwa had said her piece. And the old goblin smith had not expected any overt attempts at a mating proposal at all. Atleast not today. He sips his drink, mulling over what was said to him just now. He looks at the two other male goblins in the room, wondering for a moment or so, what their opinions on the matter at hand is. A female propositioning another male in their presence for well help with a litter. After a moment Koglan speaks, the old smiths voice rumbling, "Do you know, how many females come to me? It is, some kind of allure maybe, borne from my work in the forge, and the signs of my youth as a warrior briefly." He slides a hand over the angry white scar on his face, "I served Tili, the matron of six litters. And young Biy just the other day. Her first litter as well. But do you know what they had in common." He grins brightly as he relaxes back in his chair slightly, "I'll tell you, they came to me second. I am an exacting father." He gets to his feet suddenly, motioning Siwa and the two young males over to a window.

Outside across the street behind his forge a training session is in progress. One of the warriors had a few of the younger hunters and warriors with him, going over some skill or trait that older warrior felt would be useful for the younger goblins. Koglan motions to them to look out the window, "Here...see...the slightly grey skinned ones there..." Two in the group knelt and listened to their elder. "Those two I know, are mine. It doesn't look like it but I know. But I know it. And though I wished one of the last litter or the litter before that felt the pull of the smith, the allure of the hammer and forge, I couldn't be more proud." He steps back from the window, "You're what...five? Seven? I'm not quite sure. Tell you what Siwa." He reaches up and grabs her chin between his thumb and forefinger, the rough calluses of his hands rubbing her skin, "Gain bearing, this is your first litter? Gain some bearing. Find yourself a young male, someone in need of his first breeding. And when you feel you have some experience." He grins, letting her go, "Come to me. And I will give you not just the lay of your young life. But a smiths seed to add to the mix." He nods crossing his arms across his chest, "I have spoken on this matter." He nods again sagely.

He's about to turn but stops, and points to Vos and Brenden, "Maybe one of these young fellows will help you with your first litter. I'm sure they wouldn't mind a good lay with a comely young goblin like yourself Siwa." He nods then motions, "Stay or go. The axe is ready for the next phase. But I still have iron to work for the warriors. I have been tasked with hammering out a set of iron heart plates." He walks to the forge, "Or perhaps one of you three would brave the heat of the forge to learn the art of the hammer?" He looks at them, as he pulls the chain for the billows. The three large contraptions relax and the flames flare behind him. He's already picking up hammer and tongs again as the flames grow hotter and hotter, "Either way, I make weapon for our warriors, knives for our hunters. Maybe you will get one Brendan." He nods, "Maybe." He pulls the chain again, the fires roaring again, "Time will tell, for all of you. Siwa, Brendan and Vos. Time will tell when your destinies come forth and your are ready for greater things." He smiles again as he lifts a ingot of iron into the forge. "I hope I'm still here to see it."
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