Marci
*Olivia knew she hadn't checked on her oasis for a while so she decided to walk to the island. She walked into the land that the molten rock stopped and the fresh dirt started. She saw frogs hopping and heard them croaking, she saw all the beautiful flowers blooming. She also happened to see a snake slither in front of her, with which she screamed in fright but quickly recovered. She felt the soft dirt below her feet and took in a huge breath of fresh air and smiled. She felt so happy she skipped her way to the center of the island and sat on a large log and meditated.*
Harry
Volcanoes. They spoke to Pyralith in a way most things couldn't. Molten rock and magma- these things made up her physical form of darkened flesh and glowing red hair that spilled down her shoulders in a manner both beautiful and intimidating. For mortals, anyhow. She was a god of the Forge, and her chosen people resided in the bowels of volcanoes, their flesh resistant to heat and fire itself. It was only natural that she would be drawn to a place such as this. Her boots stepped across igneous stone, and short legs waded through flowing magma. Molten eyes peered across the ash and smoke filled horizon, plucking out the oasis in the distance, a woman sitting along admist it.

Even from a distance, Pyralith could sense the divinity in her. Another Goddess. She did not teleport closer, only dragging her feet every step through magma and half-melted rock as she closed the distance. Minutes passed before she came close, and unharmed boots stepped onto soil, and then grass, carefully avoiding stepping upon the natural wildlife as she sought of the God she'd seen before.

**"A beautiful realm you have."** Pyralith murmured, burning red hair falling over her face, messy and disheveled from the trip- her voice low and thick with an apathetic tone that served to age the young goddess more than her years.
Marci
*Olivia knew as soon as another god entered her realm but she decided to let them come to her, she was far too comfortable to move. She heard her wade through the magma which she intentionally made hotter to make it harder to get to her, but it seemed the god was determined to get to her. She heard the singe as the dirt put out the magma on her boots as she walked to her.*

*When the god spoke to her she opened her eyes and her mouth dropped open for it was another godess of fire! She stood up and gently pushed her hair out of her face, she couldn't help it it was disheveled and she had to fix it.*

"Thank you though many people hate my realm, because it's too hot they say but it's just perfect for me. I see your tired from your travels please sit and rest for a bit, tell me a bit about yourself."
Harry
The stout woman couldn't have stood more than five feet tall, her frame well built with packed muscle and fat, a laborer's build. A smithing apron fell heavy over her working clothes, and similarly appropriate tools hung on the belt loops. A pickaxe, a smithing hammer, a chisel. When the goddess approach with such friendly gestures, Pyralith could not help but look away- as if surprised at the forward friendliness, and even a bit *Awkward*. A lip pulled back in a grimace of discomfort, though the source of such an expression was unknown as the dwarf goddess went to sit upon the log, gazing across at Olivia. 

**"I am Pyralith. God of the Forge. My dwarves have spent years hunched over burning flames as they shape their tools into perfect forms. They would thrive here."**

It was a strange way to meet, but Pyralith found she preferred an awkward, stilted introduction over an invasion, or an invasion, or an invasion, or an invasion-

Good gods were rare and hard to come by. Ones that could hold a conversation even moreso. **"When I was a newborn god, and my mortals freshly created- we were attacked.."** A low hum from her, then. **"They used primitive picks to break open a volcanic vent to flood a chamber filled with enemies with magma. What a glorious sight. Genius.."** A smile spread across the dwarf's round face, her full lips pulling back with the motion. She enjoyed talking about her mortals, it seemed. Yet, she was not completely self obsessed, molten eyes shifting back to the similarly redheaded woman next to her.

**"And you, dear?"**
Marci
"I am Olivia god of fire, truth and hearth. I have no desire to have humans for I don't approve of slavery, I created 10 dragons to live in my realm all of which reside and go where they want. For the most part I go to other realms and meet other gods. Though for a while I've been in the search for someone to make a sword with a phenix that is summoned anytime I pull it from the sheath."

"On another note I am undecided if I am a good god or an evil one"
Harry
The dwarf woman let out a baffled chuckle, looking at Olivia, and then past her- and then behind herself. **"Huh?"** Another astounded laugh escaped the woman as she propped one leg up on the other, getting comfortable. **"That was the strangest introduction anyone has ever said to me, and I've met Nach."** Still, Pyralith couldn't help the bubbling laughter that escaped her, her hands coming to rest on the swell of her stomach as she situated herself further in her seat.

**"Oh boy, right. What'd you mention about a sword?"** Best to just cut to the meat of it. It wasn't her business where Olivia fell on the morality spectrum. **"I can help you make a sword, but my schedule is pretty full of other people asking for my help making them weapons. I might be able to squeeze you in, though, if we do it right now."** And just as soon as the dwarf woman seemed to have gotten comfortable in her seat, she stood, ready to work, large hands rubbing together idly.

**"Of course, there is a payment."** Pyralith informed, voice low and firm, though not harsh. **"I get to sign you weapon, so anyone who inspects it closely knows I worked on it. And I can call on you in the future to aid me with a weapon."** A craftswoman wanting to sign something she helped with didn't seem unreasonable to Pyralith, nor was making sure Olivia would aid her if she needed some extra power for the formation of a powerful weapon. It was best to make these alliances now while she was still young and being attacked on all sides. Who knew when they would come in handy. **"That a deal, girlie?"** The redheaded stout woman said, hand extending to shake with Olivia's.
Marci
*Olivia stood up and clasped her hand* "Deal thank you so much I've waited so long for this to become a reality." *She summoned the phenix and entrusted it to the godess* "Do what you must to make this phenix (its immortal will always come back to live) who is the most important component of this sword be a part of it. Also I would love to help you in any way that I can."
```attatched is what the sword will look like```
Harry
At the request, the forge goddess immediately blew a raspberry. **"That's a big ask."** She huffed, drawing back her gloved hands and brushing them down her work apron as she looked up the beautiful phoenix. **"Gorgeous creature. I'd say it'd be impossible if it weren't already made, but I think with our combined strength, we can make it real. I'll apply my skill and my material, and you will provide the power of this phoenix, your energies, and your idea of what you want this weapon to be."** Pyralith said, letting off a small nod to Olivia. Idly, she pet the mythical beast as she continued to talk.

**"I can do it."** With a wave of a thick hand, she procured some dwarven steel, setting it into her satchel for later. Material components had no confirmed aid to the crafting process of godly weapons, but Pyralith could not shake the belief that the mortal creativity benefited it, somehow. It was not dismissing her own talents. In a game of skill, she would beat any of her own mortals- though the skill of a particular Forgemaster made Pyralith hesitant to claim that. Simply put that labor and skill led to a better end result than the wave of a god's hand. Thus, the *Material* Aspect of such powerful weapons should be *Crafted* And not simply made.

A muscular arm gestured to the Phoenix. **"This beautiful creature will bring us to the top of your largest volcano. That will be our forge today, my dear."**
Marci
*As she said this the phenix screeched and got ready to take Pyralitb and Olivia to the top of the largest volcano the inferno as she called it for it never really stopped spewing lava and was always so hot that even she had a hard time being near it. Though she understood that she would need to have massive heat to forge the sword she wanted. It would be no easy feat.*

*As the phenix neared the volcanoe the air shifted to smoldering hot, so hot even Olivia began to sweat profusely*

"This is going to take everything out of me I can already tell... I don't come here because it's too hot though some of my dragons love it."

*The phenix landed and set both Pyralith and Olivia right at the edge of the volcanoe*
Harry
Pyralith too seemed to struggle with the heat. It wouldn't harm her, it couldn't, not with what she was- but it did provide some level of discomfort. It only took some modicum of power to shield herself against it and learn to quickly ignore it, her boots stepping down onto the volcanoes edge. Lava splashed and sputtered, flecked across her skin in small amounts where it smoked and burned, but the Goddess didn't seem to notice. Thick fingers grasped the dwarven steel from her satchel, and with a huff, she tossed it into the depths of the volcano. **"Atsáli!"** In a moment it was *Gone*, sacrificed to the fire.

A heavy hand ripped the smithing hammer fom her belt, and as Pyralith reared her arm back, a wave of lava came to meet it. Down came the swing of her hammer in a thunderous blow that sounded across the realm, cutting through the lava and sending it back into the pit of volcano with a building pressure. Cinders flicked off of her skin like ash blowing from her, glowing with a divine presence, the pouring of her power into something that was just a concept. This *Sword.* **"Manifest your desires! Heat! Metal! Steel! Pressure! FIRE! HEAT!"** With every word came another blow of the hammer which sounded across the realm like thunder, another splash of lava.

Pyralith's free hand came up, guiding the phoenix up into the air above the volcano. She bellowed over the hammering, over the waves of lava spat by the volcano. **"When you are ready, send it to the steel, with all of your intent, and it will be your desire's delivery! And it will be reborn within the sword!"**
Marci
Olivia watched in awe as she watched Pyralith do her work, she quickly looked at the phenix called it to her and spoke to it. 

"My dear phenix you were created to aid me in battle as you go and you are tied to this sword may you always serve me well and defend your god to the end. Should I die my dear phenix you will be freed from this sword."

*With these words the phenix flew beside Pyralith to be at her mercy to tie it to the sword*
Harry
Another explosion of lava splattered over the dwarf, smoke and embers rising from her form as she hammered away into the heat. Even though there was a considerable distance between herself and the now melted steel in the pit of the volcano, it still seemed as if she was hammering it into shape, the silhouette of a sword forming within the magma. **"Heat- and pressure! Heat!"** Like a mantra she shouted, on beat to every slam of the hammer, a pounding drum of metal and heat. **"And pressure!"** Her voice boomed across the treacherous land, ringing through every hollow and crack in the igneous rock.

**"Phoenix!"** Pyralith called. On command, the bird flew high into the air over the volcano, and dipped down, wings folded back. It cut through the ash and the smoke and landed in a large splash in the middle of the volcano.

Silence fell.

From the lava came the steel that had been melted down, now forged into something new. A sword, radiant with divine power and heat, infused with the power of the Phoenix. Drawn through the air, it floated carefully into Pyralith's waiting hands, metal still red hot. The volcano settled as the forging came to an end. **"And now.."** The smith murmured, her voice barely a whisper as she dragged a hand across the length of the blade.

**"Let this weapon serve you well."** The dwarf's signature would be in the sword's design. It was not her sword, but she did help make it. It was offered forth, fresh from the forge.
Marci
*Olivia couldn't believe her eyes her sword the one she'd been dreaming of since she was just a young god had finally come to pass, as she grabbed the sword she was not bothered by the heat she grabbed the hilt and swung it around. It was light but had just the right feel to it, and most of all she loved the handguard the one piece that showed a hint to its secret weapon hidden inside the blade. She then raised it in the air and yelled at the top of her lungs "MY PHENIX HAS BEEN REBORN WOE TO THOSE THAT TRY TO FIGHT ME!"

"I don't feel so good..."

*As she sheathed the sword all the effort it took to keep the volcanoe as hot as she could suddenly came down on her like a falling building, she could feel herself lose consciousness and everything went black. All that could be seen was Olivia falling into the magma at a rapid rate, she faintly tried to regain consciousness but was just too weak so she gave up.*
Harry
There was *No* Way this woman was going to die to avoid owing Pyralith one. 

With a mean temperament and a selfish attitude, the dwarf goddess had never exactly been the heroic sort, but why tolerate pointless suffering? Surely, falling into the pit of an active volcano wouldn't *Kill* Olivia, but Pyralith had known such events to be something that put such gods into a long slumber. Volcanoes were *Very* Comfortable. For her, anyways. Still, clearly Olivia hadn't exactly *Planned* For this. It was best to just spare her the trouble. The goddess of the stone extended her hand, before pulling it back sharply. A splash of magma raised up rapidly towards the redheaded goddess of fire, heat draining from it rapidly as it became a torrent of igneous rock that jetted into Olivia's form to lift her out of the Volcano.

She was dumped rather unceremoniously down the side of the natural formation in a manner that was sure to wake her, Pyralith's stout form swaggering on over with a slight limp to her short legged stepped. **"You're one for theatrics, aren't you?"** She joked. **"I guess all pretty women are."** A laugh, then.

**"If you've got your head on straight and can hear me, that's my sign to depart. I'll be seeing you later. It's a beautiful realm."** The forge goddess continued, letting her molten eyes drag across the environment. She should've done something similar, really. A large hand raised to wave the thought away before she turned, ready to leave- though she lingered for a parting message if Olivia were to awake. **"Oh, and as far we're concerned, you owe me twiceover now."** It was hardly like Pyralith had *Saved* Her, but she didn't do anything for free.
Marci
Olivia felt the rock catch her she felt herself roll down the volcanoe, and then she heard pyralith. She thought to herself should she go evil, the last shred of kindness would be to pay back what she owed to this goddess for she owed her life to her. As she layered there motionless in a state of partially awake and partially asleep, she thought I hope onesfi come to help her out... If he doesn't she didn't know what she would do. As she lay there she felt the volcanoe shake and surge fore spewing lava that rolled down the hill towards Olivia, she felt it but her body decided it would hate her for she felt herself fall further into slumber. 

Just then the phenix sensing its masters danger pulled itself out of the sword to grab her, and flew her to safety on a patch of land with no volcanoes but still in the realm. It then went back to the sword wence it came from.

```end (scene will be put in the actual realm since she is in the realm not on the oasis anymore)```

*Olivia finally woke up after passing out from exhaustion, she immediately felt her hip and she was relieved to feel her sword on her. As she sat up she gave a groan, she'd never felt so sore. As she looked around she wondered how she got away from the volcanoes, she slowly got up and walked back to the north oasis and sat down. She sat on a log and pondered what she should do she felt like she should be evil because being good got her nowhere it gave her no friends... Except melancholia. 

Then she had Onesfi honestly she didn't know if he was evil or good... As she was pondering she felt someone enter her realm and as she did she was peeved. She didn't want to be bothered, so she decided to be an asshole maybe they would leave...*

"Enter at your own risk stranger... I'm pretty moody right now, and you may get burned should you get too close."
Horace
*Vakudar, fresh and as clueless as a new God was, simply listened to her words, and repeated them, and in a shakey voice he said the first word he heard "E-nte... R". Then, he said the second and third words "A-t your...", and so he went, improving the way he spoke each word he heard, until the last word came so fluently out, that one may assume that he actually knew what it meant. The young God picked up every sound and syllable uttered by Olivia, and replicated the ability to use it at an exceedingly quick rate, even for many divine standards. Having just found himself in this realm by way of traversing Gaia's roots, this was the first time he has ever encountered another creature with the ability to speak, and this of course, doused his kindling curiousity in oil.*
Marci
*As she heard him struggle to speak she instantly softened her tone, he was freshly born hadn't even said his first words and she rebuked him. She looked down and almost cried, she cleared her throat and looked up. She noticed something right away, he was curious about everything. She would need to approach him like a wild animal, carefully and with slow movements so as to not spook him. She got up slowly and sat on the ground he was standing above her and she just watched him with equal curiosity. Since he had never said a word she decided to start with a simple one.*

"Hello"
Horace
*Returning the gaze of the Goddess, he stood with a deeply focused expression, one with a sort of je ne sais quoi about it. He saw the woman moving, moving quite steadily and slowly, as thought trying not to fall off some sort of invisible edge that he could not see, one not unlike the harsh declines that he had traversed on Gaia's roots upon entering this strange place. And then again, with slow, thoughtful lips, the woman made those alien noises again. 

"Hello." Vakudar reciprocated.*
Marci
*Olivia smiled watching him loose his balance slightly, she didn't jump up to help him she just sat there it was like watching a child take their first steps. Like something sacred she shouldn't see but, gaia gave her the opportunity to see this.*

"Your name?"

*She decided to keep it simple, if he could understand some things he should know his own name.*

"My name is Olivia."
Horace
*"Your name... My name is Olivia." The young God rebuttaled with, unsure of what these sounds really meant, but was still subconciously up to the task of learning whatever these consistently structured sounds were. He felt at times he would feel slightly upheaveled standing on this new material he found here. It was grainy and course, yet smooth and fine. This too, caught his attention as he stooped down, running his hands through the loose ground below the two.*
Marci
*She was getting no where fast with him so she decided to pick and hand him a red flower, she knew he wouldn't die if he ate it out of curiosity. It would provide something for him to observe as he got to know her oasis. 

Olivia mimicked vakudar and ran her fingers through the dirt, she felt the dirt actually get warm from her fire. She didn't quite know why her fire skills were out of whack, who was this god that he could cause her fire to go come out of her hand without being told. She used it as a teachable moment, she held her hand up.
"Fire"
She then picked up the dirt with the other hand and stated plainly.
"Dirt"
Horace
*Vakudar looked in awe as so many new things were presented to him all at once. First, a strange, soft object, dyed vividly in the color of his blood, which he saw when he was pricked by a loose splinter on Gaia. Before he could begin his physical examination, the woman in front of him had a blazing, shifting mass of light combust from her hands, the very same color as the strange object Vakudar held in his hand. Then, the woman began producing those strange, beautiful noises from her mouth again, this time gesturing to two things in concesion. First, she held up the hand with the strange blazing orb in it, and said "Fire". Taking some sort of cue, the young God did the same, gesturing to the blazing orb, repeating her words. Then, she picked up the strange ground with her hands, and held it up as well, saying "Dirt". Vakudar did the same, taking a scoop of the soft earth, and replicated the sound she made.*
Marci
Olivia nodded her head in approval, as she looked around she pointed to a volcano in the distance.

"Volcano, fire, hot, ouch"

*When she said ouch she pretended to be in pain to further explain what ouch meant.*
Horace
*Vakudar looked at the woman with keen focus. He saw her gesture to what seemed like a massive heap of solid 'dirt'. She associated the sound 'Volcano' to it, which he repeated as the young God pointed to it. Then, she said 'fire' within the same association. At first, this confused him, but with her adding the extra 'hot' while gesturing to the flames in her hand and at the volcano, and then saying 'ouch', while giving the same expression as Vakudar did when that splinter of Gaia had cut him. With this link crossed, he understood well.*
Marci
Olivia saw he finally understood, so she'd have to play sherades huh? Hmmm she was never good at that game... She wondered what else she could do. So the next thing she wanted ask was his name... Hmm how could she do this. She pointed at Vakudar and asked:

"Name?"
Horace
*Vakudar saw her pointing to him, labelling him as 'name'. He remembered, though, that she had said the same thing earlier, meaning that there were two possibilities in his mind in what this woman could have meant. Either he was 'Name', or she was asking what he was called, as she made the same gesture while labelling all the other items and objects prior. He thought, that she must have been trying to find out the latter, as she would not have seen him beforehand, which would mean that there was no way for her to have known the noise that was associated with him. But there was just one problem if that was the case. He did not know what he was called, but rather had a single, simple word ringing in his head since he was formed from his fallen fruit. Figuring there was nothing else for him to say, he said the only thing he could have identified with.*

"Va... Kudar." He said, with a voice of uncertainty.
Marci
*Olivia smiled she felt like a proud parent, though she felt silly for feeling that way. As she looked at Vakudar, she tried to figure out what else to show him but there was nothing she could think of. Sudden she started laughing as she thought about him seeing a frog and a snake for the first time, so she got us and caught a frog and brought it to him.*

"Frog"

She then took a snake and brought the snake to him, with its tongue darting in and out. 

"Snake"
*She figured she'd let him take that in before introducing him to the birds.*
Horace
*Vakudar seems to have taken this with exception, with these objects being actively animated in a way that felt very different from the fire that he had just witness. With intrigue, he reached for what the lady held in her hand, before noticing the sheer amount of other 'frogs' and 'snakes' around, which he promptly captured. He did so with proceeding caution, as he had a suspicion that the snake had the capacity to 'ouch', as it showed some very sharp white thorns from its mouth when held. Either which was, Valudar held them and examined them throughly.*
Marci
*Olivia was happy he finally showed skills he was a quick learner, and quick to observe from this point on she just left him to explore and sat down on the log watching him as he did so.*

*Her thoughts began to wonder again as she thought of ittou she had taught her so much about the sword, but melon said trust no one else. This confused her, she felt torn because she cared about meloncolia deeply but her logic seemed flawed. She would have to bring this up to her the next time she saw her. Until then the thoughts of being evil were subdued like a fire being put out with water, the water of friendship.*
Horace
**Timeskip: one week**

*Over this seemingly short space of time, Vakudar would develop rapidly, showing his fortuity for learning, creativity and deep introspection. During time, between Olivia and the mortals in her realm, the young Vakudar learned much about not just language, but art, craftsmanship, science, literature and philosophy, where he subsequently learned of his domains during this time. From this period of time, he also grew to consider Olivia as a sort of guiding figure, or parent maybe. By the beginning of the second week, he was as learned as the most knowledgeable of mortals.*

*By the third week, there was not much for young Vakudar to learn. He had heard the stories of how almost all of the other Gods established their own realms as among the first things they did. And with this, his curiosity not yet fully satiated, he went to Olivia to inform her of his new project; to make a realm in his own artistic ìmage, with a society to culturally and intellectually developed, that it shall be renowned as the pinnacle of the sapient mind; and the greatest example of what greatness mortals and forward Gods alike could achieve. It did not take much time for Vakudar to locate Olivia, to whom after a small curtisy, he addressed.*

"Good day, Olivia! How were you since last I saw you? I myself made quite some progress over the last three days I was studying, and I believe that I may finally be ready to manifest a realm of my own."
Marci
"Vadukar I am glad you have progressed in your learning, it is as I thought if I let you explore and learn from the land you would develop in your own way. I wish you nothing but blessings, as you go on this next adventure to create your own realm for a gods greatest joy is creating. Please my boy go in peace and establish yourself on the tree of realms, please be careful of the void it is a dangerous place should you fall to the void you will die."

*With this Olivia got up and grabbed his hand and looked in his eyes* "Go in peace"
Horace
*With a pensive smile, I bowed my head slightly to Olivia, thinking of all the ways in which she had helped me during my time in her realm. Then, all the new possibilities of adventure and creation enveloped my mind alongside my sentiments. In sucession, I grasped Olivia's hand back, as I began to speak.*

"Thank you, Olivia. I promise that no matter what, I will always keep you in mind as the one who established me as I am today. I hold you with high respects, and would wish to keep in contact from times, and I would make sure to visit... I won't forget. Farewell."
*I said in a quiet, thoughtful tone as I released her hand. With her nod of approval, I turned to the direction of where I would be exiting her realm, not before turning back one last time to say another heartfelt 'thank you', before going on my way.*