Forge Daughter

Hornet

Forge Daughter, I have acquired a power that will enable me to end this black madness. Soon I will act to stop the quakes and save this land.

Excellent, pointy bug. Your drive, and your vigour, both have proven surprisingly large for one so small.

Know we have heard from Ballow, who told of his repair efforts upon the diving bell below. By now, that task is likely completed.

If you are hoping to put his work to the test, then we shall wish again on your survival. And if our own service can aid your critical task, know we will continue to provide it gladly.

The deposits around here, those long-burning rocks. They’re useful to the Citadel, in whatever their shadowy business, but useless if you require tools of us!

We need finer material. Rare metal. Pharloom would provide a bounty to the able explorer. Find us some, and we’ll build your violent aids.

There is no choice! Not for us. We cannot leave, not ever. We are a Forge Daughter, fixed to this forge and its service. Ours is a duty lifetime bound.

If you’re planning passage below, Ballow’s the one to assist you. We must remain by the forge, always.

Oh! Pointy bug, why do you bother us at our work? The world cracks and quakes to some grave new calamity, surely you should seek somewhere safer?

Hornet

As far as I might flee, I suspect no such place exists, and in any case, I would not see this land’s bugs abandoned to their end.

Hornet

What of you? Why do you choose to remain so diligent at your task, given the fell state of your lands?

Oh! Small pointy bug, why do you bother us at our work?

Hornet

The sound of your craft called me to investigate. What is your duty here? Are you a smith of some kind?

A smith? Hardly so crude! We are Forge Daughter! How can a pointy bug not tell?

Ours is the ancient line and honoured role. These docks and lands around are fortunate to have our skills.

Hornet

If you are as talented as you suggest, would you lend me your aid? I’ve lacked for my usual tools, and I suspect you could craft fine replacements.

Blades and traps, no doubt? We know your type!

Hornet

Of sorts, but maybe strange to this land? Some would likely prove fine challenge for your craft.

Hmph! Then we’ll construct them. But! You’ll provide the materials, and compensation for our time.

This world may not have long, but we shall face its end still delivering our duty.

To maintain one’s tools is a constant task. These shards should be kept close when you travel, that you can repair and replenish as the need arises.

A vicious stabbing trap? We can build it. Just know, it disturbs us, these devious implements you conceive to kill.

Hornet

Though tied by charge, would you provide me your service, Forge Daughter? I have need of tools that your skills could likely provide.

Blades and traps, no doubt? We know your type!

Hornet

Of sorts, but maybe strange to this land? Some would likely prove fine challenge for your craft.

Hmph! Then we’ll construct them. But! You’ll provide the materials, and compensation for our time.

This trinket is our own invention. It wards against the deadly lava and heat around these docks. The workers used to request them of us. Now they’ve lost the mind to care.

Farewell, then. If you require our craft, this forge is always hot.

Hornet

The behaviour of your fellow workers, I’ve seen similar... agitation upon the roads. These docks are not alone in the strangeness of their occupants.

’Tis odd behaviour to be sure, but not for Ballow and us to know. Ours is busy work, and we keep to ourselves.

Whatever the goings on of the world outside, no bother to us, as long as our craft can continue.

Hornet

How did you come to serve these docks, Forge Daughter?

Sent from our Forgehome we were, at request of those holy bugs above.

Hornet

The Citadel dwellers? The veiled bugs? They ordered you here?

Yes! An age ago that. Such is duty! We Forge Daughters live to hone the craft, and aid the line.

By the Citadel’s patronage, and our long duty upon these docks, our Forgehome would swell in holy esteem.

Hornet

I’d expected this workshop too would contain only combative types, but you seem composed, Forge Daughter.

You’ve met the workers? They’re all wound up! They still work at their tasks, in a simple way, but they’re useless for conversation. It’s only ourselves and young Ballow with any sense left.

A smith? Hardly so crude! We are Forge Daughter! How can a pointy bug not tell?

Ours is the ancient line and honoured role. These docks and lands around are fortunate to have our skills.

Hornet

If you are as talented as you suggest, would you lend me your aid? I’ve lacked for my usual tools, and I suspect you could craft fine replacements.

Blades and traps, no doubt? We know your type!

Hornet

Of sorts, but maybe strange to this land? Some would likely prove fine challenge for your craft.

Hmph! Then soon, yes! I may accept. But not now! Now there is much work to be done, and we cannot afford to be bothered so.

Oh! Small pointy bug, why do you bother this Forge Daughter at their work?

Hornet

These black quakes that wrack your lands, I am seeking to see them quelled at their source, below the lakes of flame.

You would wish to descend so deep?... It is true these docks possess the means. Alas, we ourselves cannot help. Whether Pharoom’s health or fall, our charge ties us to this forge, always.

Ballow there’s the bug to ask, and if our fate is as dire as your action suggests, we are sure he is only needing of some quick convincing.

Return later, pointy bug! Now there is much work to be done, and we cannot afford to be bothered so.

Hornet

Forge Daughter, I have acquired a power that will enable me to end this black madness. Soon I will act to stop the quakes and save this land.

Excellent, pointy bug. Your drive, and your vigour, both have proven surprisingly large for one so small.

We shall remain here, still. If our service can aid your critical task, know we will continue to provide it gladly.

Hornet

Stay safe, Forge Daughter. If I require your aid, I shall return.

Our wishes go with you, pointy bug. Calm the raging of our world, that our task can continue.

Oh! Pointy bug, you return? Our world cracks and cries from some grave new calamity.

Nevertheless, we must remain, fixed to this forge and its service. Ours is a duty lifetime bound.

Well. Well. Still alive! You have proved yourself made of the hardiest stuff, pointy bug.

Ballow did tell, shamefully, of complications with your diving bell, and of your absence upon its retrieval.

He had feared you lost to the flame, but we ourself had slight guessed otherwise.

Hornet

To return from below proved as difficult a climb as ever I have faced, and yet, in time near, I will need to descend again.

Then twice mad you are, bug! Or brave beyond measure. We shall wish on your continued survival, even if you seem intent on ending it.

Hornet

Keep well, Forge Daughter. I shall return if I require your aid.

Yes! Or no. Either is fine by us, as long as the craft continues.

If you add the implements from this set to your own, the quality of your crafting will increase. You will produce finer, sharper, and deadlier tools... if that is your wish.

Planning to lay a carpet of spikes? These would surely slow your prey. We’d never have considered using such common tools for combat.

Hornet

Forge Daughter, within an old Weaver nest I discovered a weapon. Though much damaged by age, I believe your skills could see it restored.

Ho. An impressive tool that, and a fine challenge. We can reforge the weapon, if the price fits.

A fair exchange made, pointy bug. Now our work calls. Return again if you find need of our trade and talent.

We hope Ballow serves you well, pointy bug. In our long time serving these docks, he’s the finest assistant we’ve found.

Well. Well. Still about, pointy bug! You have proved yourself made of the hardiest stuff.

Ballow did tell, shamefully, of complications with your diving bell, and of your absence upon its first retrieval.

He had feared you lost to the flame, but we ourself had slight guessed otherwise.

Hornet

To return from below proved as difficult a climb as ever I have faced, and yet I now need to descend again.

Then twice mad you are, bug! Or brave beyond measure.

Know we have heard from Ballow, who told of his repair efforts upon the diving bell below. By now that task is likely completed.

If you are hoping to put his work to the test, then we shall wish again on your survival. And if our own service can aid your critical task, know we will continue to provide it gladly.

A weapon from a long distant past. We can combine the Weaver components with our own mouldings to repair the tool.

Hornet

Forge Daughter, these black quakes that now wrack your lands, I am seeking to see them quelled at their source, below the lakes of flame.

You wish to descend so deep, pointy bug?... It is true these docks possess a craft capable.

Alas, we ourselves cannot help. Whether Pharloom’s health or fall, our charge ties us to this forge, always.

Ballow there’s the bug to ask, and if our fate is as dire as your action suggests, we are sure he is only needing of some quick convincing.

Crafting by claw alone produces inferior results. With this kit, you can craft finer, sharper, and deadlier tools... if that is your wish.