Welcome to Gaia! ::

It was surprising how she had yet to let out a single curse word when she found herself kissing hot metal once more. Lectoa held back a groan as she slowly pushed herself back up.

Fresh from battle, Sarviur wandered on the edges of the Spire. What was that?

Weapons! Sarviur liked them, he thought - weapons were nice, and flamey, and they would help. Maybe. Probably. But a forge that made weapons was an interesting place to be, and he thought perhaps that he could manage to snag something of use somewhere in here. Then he'd be less useless in battle...right?

...or not. All these weapons were on fire! A firebomb singed his fingers, and he shouted aloud, which he quickly learned was a mistake. The heat of two separate flamethrowers whizzed toward him, nearly making a sound, the speed they flew. No one had mentioned this! (He hadn't talked to anyone before attempting the trial, either, which made sense!) He tried to leap into the air, but both of his hooves were caught in something far more dangerous than just a brush with fire. Oh - that was painful. Perhaps he wasn't ready?

He ran the ******** into the next room, screaming all the way.

Oh god another hot thing.

But...but he had to get to the top. He began running and climbing, hoping that he didn't -

Oh s**t. He tripped, and slammed his face into hot, hot metal. God, no, this wasn't what he'd wanted to do!

Sarviur picked himself back up, grimacing again. Okay, the direction to go was up!

He rallied himself with an awkward battle cry, and lurched up again. He just had to scale this thing. Like he'd done those swings, back in the ruins!

He was nearly to the top. He could feel it. And there was a wind at his back, and this one was glorious, just cool, not - oh ******** no no that was too much wind! Sarviur's body was thrust into the air like a limp little rag and he gave out, exhausted...

Only to find himself, what felt like seconds later, staring wondrously again up at the entrance of the Forge.

Huh.

Discretion was the better part of valour. Licraesa threw a literal wrench into the works.

She was starting to feel faint, and full of sweat and woe and grime. The faceplant didn't help.

[Wyng enters the forge]
This place was like no other Wyng had encountered. The first thing she noticed was the stifling heat. How could a place made entirely of stone be so hot? As she proceeded downwards, she saw the gradual shift from nothing but, stone to odd structures and flooring. Okay, so it wasn't all stone, but where was the heat coming from and what were those machines? They looked broken, but they were definitely machines.
Continuing deeper into the forges, she finally sees something that could explain the heat: there is lava everywhere beneath the platforms, oh great... Then something catches her eye an she decides to go for it, but the nearby machines have a different idea. Two of them managed to hit her before she was aware of them, but she managed to barely dodge the next two, then, BAM! From nowhere comes a flaming shockwave that knocks her to the ground.