Welcome to Gaia! ::

(The forge of completed requests was taken down, so I will post any new items created somewhere here in this thread. Typically it will be when the request is fulfilled. Please note that I cannot draw all that well, and some things will be done only in the RP, and not actually drawn. Example of this is Nore's jewelry. I've no flippin' clue what it actually looks like, but Nore does, and that's all that is needed.)

The Forge is a place where you can bring any armour or weapons and have them repaired or customized. It is also a place where you can request a new item and have it made. Zephnir Zarkona is the Rune Scribe, and his job is to etch all kinds of Runes into blades and armour that can enhance the potential of an item or bring out latent powers, or even make the item stronger.

(I will try and update this after every request, or once a week.)
My current stock of materials:
Loads of Iron and Steel
Small amount of Mithril
Decent amount of Titanium/Tungsten Alloy (TitanTung)
A decent amount of Gold and Platinum
A large amount of Silver
A decent amount of Diamond Dust
A fair amount of Bone Dust
A small amount of Dragon Bone Dust [New!]
Small amount of Orichalcum [New!]
Decent amount of Leather [New!]

Gemstones:
Topaz x2
Garnet x3
Emerald x2
Sapphire x1
Ruby x1
Obsidian x2
Quartz x3




Zeruel placed a piece of paper on the wall which read:





Next to the Weapon list, Zeruel posted another piece of paper that read:





Zeruel posted a final piece of paper.

Zeruel emerged from the back of the forge with a list in his hands.

"What in the hell is in there, bro?" Zeruel asked, watching as the bag fell to the ground and "pinged."

Zeruel's jaw dropped as he saw the Demonicite. He had only seen pure Demonicite once in his life, and now he was actually going to be able to use it. In his awestruck state, Zeruel failed to notice the book flying through the air at him, and was hit in the face with it, knocking him over and making him go unconscious.

(sorry for the late reaction, i didnt notice it was here. smile )

Zeruel almost leapt through the ceiling as the cold water hit him.

"COLD!!! THAT IS REALLY FREAKING COLD!!!" Zeruel screeched, hopping from one foot to the other trying to warm himself up. "Zeph! You know I don't handle the cold well! What is your problem?!"

(three days late... not too bad... smile )

Still hopping up and down, Zeruel looked at the piece of Demonicite.

"P-p-possib-ib-ibly. Iffff I c-c-could warmmm up any," Zeruel stuttered through chattering teeth.

I hate him for this... He know's I can't stand the cold at all, Zeruel thought angrily.

Zeruel managed to stop hopping and glared at his brother.

"Some, though that Dragon fire isn't hot enough for my liking, but it will do..." Zeruel said, changing to his Demonic form and engulfing himself in Demonic fire, which was much hotter when it came to warming things up.

"Not saying that Draconic fire is weak, cause it's not, but mine is warmer..." Zeruel growled in his Demonic voice, grinning as he did so, giving off a very creepy look as he did.

Zeruel stopped grinning briefly as he thought about the insult.

"Eh, its rather difficult to grin like that in this form... oh well. And what do you need a table and counter for? Or are you getting a specially made one? And if so, where is mine?" Zeruel asked, looking to Zephnir.

Zeruel turned around and growled.

"Hello. What can I do for you?" Zeruel said, looking at the gryphon that had just walked in. He had seen one or two in his life, though none up close.