Lord Firreon

Elder Dragon God of Fire, Maker of weapons, Embodiment of Passion and Determination. My flames burn hotter than the stars themselves!

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

Hey there! Name’s Firreon! Elder Dragon of the Flames and Keeper of the Primordial Forge! Any weapon you can think of, you can be DAMN sure I can make it.

•OCRP, MVRP
•Serious, Story driven, lewd earned
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[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

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[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

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[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun Close. This right here, *he swirls the little bottle a bit* is void dust; ground down from the flesh and bone of outer entities into a fine powder, or in other words, what you see right here. *he holds it out for her to examine, and so that she can make her decision*

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

*after doing a bit of stretching, Firreon takes a seat in front of his smithing shop, pulls out his kiseru smoking pipe and lights it* Now then, *he pulls out a list of weapons and items to be made* What’s on the agenda for today?

#OpenRP

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun *he smirks as he takes the stone out of the blade, then holds up a small bottle filled with a black, yet sparkling powder* Ya know what this is darlin?

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

*had just finished dipping the blade of a scimitar into some water to cool before working away at its form again...only to sense a disturbance in the air* Hmm...damn...*he looks towards the sky in a certain direction* Haven’t felt that in ages.

#OpenRP

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@SnakeWife_ -I have a feelin’ things will be changing’ fer the better from this point onward.

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@SnakeWife_ *he chuckles softly at both her blush and her offer for them to cook together* I think that’s a fine idea. Plus, it’ll be to use these hands o’ mine for somethin’ OTHER than craftin’ weapons. *he then lifts her hand up to his lips and gives the back of it a gentle kiss* Darlin’,-

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun Hah! Well met my dear! *he calls as he comes back out, carrying two different items* Now there are two ways I can do this. The first is by notching this *he holds out a bright green stone in his one hand for her to see* into the blade of your scythe.

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun *He lets out an audible laugh from the back* Is the Ars Goetia comprised of 72 demons? *he asks; whether or not he got an answer mattered little at the moment, for true focus was on finding two certain items*

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun -said you wanted a “portal” upgrade right? *he calls out to her from the back*

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun *he chuckles at her comment* Indeed. My nephew learned that the hard way when he assumed he could clean a worn blade in the same fashion; dern thing snapped in two from the force of the water comin’ down. Oh well, live and learn as they say. Now then, *he goes into the back* you-

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun -it’s usefulness. Ah! There we are! *he pulls out a white stone block, then grabs a cloth, then a small bottle of clear liquid* Here’s something to start you off: Soapstone to smooth out the edges, cleansing oil to retain sharpness, and a cloth to remove any excess.

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun Mmh, I see. First piece of advice darlin’: *he hands her back the scythe for a moment before walking back behind his counter* Always make sure you clean your blade after each usage. *he rummages through shelves, searching for something* A sharp weapon that loses its edge, loses-

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun -before time wore it down. *he then gives it a closer inspection* Hmm, staff’s gone rigid...and the blade...*he looks at said part of the weapon* is beginning to dull...That simply won’t do. *he concludes as he stands the scythe upright*

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun *he takes the scythe and stands, looking it over* Hmm...seen and experienced much in its since its forging. *he then steps out from behind the counter and proceeds to swing about flawlessly, as though he were a master with such a weapon* Had excellent balance to begin with-

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun Hmm...*he taps his chin in thought* Ya mind if see that there scythe of yers for moment missy? *he holds his hand out to take the weapon for inspection*

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@TheNiflheimSun Hm? *he looks up from his list and nods with a courteous smile* Of course! *he sets the list down and exhales smoke through his nostrils* So, what kinda upgrades are ya lookin’ fer little lady? *he asks as he taps his pipe along a spare anvil, emptying the contents from it*

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

*Firreon takes out a long, Japanese style pipe, stuffs it with tobacco, then creates a small flame on his finger to light it, taking a few puffs before letting out a smoke-filled sigh* Another fine mornin’.

#OpenRP

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@YourSexyLover_ -if she could even make sense of it* Ah, forgive me. Like the old fool I am, I have the tendency to ramble at times...

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@YourSexyLover_ Sumire...Oiran...House...*Firreon sounds out the name of the building in front of him; it had been some eons since he’s put his knowledge of human language to good use. Still, much like his nephew, he was always interested in new and unique things* Hmm, sounds-

[Lord Firreon @OfFireAndForge]

@YourSexyLover_ -roaring flame, their passion for love, devotion, and pleasure is what I sought above all else...However, I have to find a woman who can bear such passion, especially when it comes to pleasure. *he starts to pour himself another cup, not even sure if she heard what he said, or-