In a flawless form Fril flipped over Rouge and gazes into his dark green eyes with a hand behind her back and the other one sliding off his face. Giving him a big smirk she slowly pulled her hand from behind her back carrying along with it a giant bladed sword. As Rouge's eyes wandered onto the blade he noticed it was shimmering bright gold as the handle shined with polished steal and a leather strap wrapped around the shaft of the handle.
As the sword came into full view Rouge's eyes widened to the size of an acorn. He looked up and down the blade in wonder at it majestic perfection. "What is it?!" Rouge gawked in astonishment.
"It's called a Godfather..."
Earlier that day
After leaving the tent, Fril quickly made her way through the encampment towards the blacksmiths hut. Seeing a few tents here and there she knew the encampment wasn't doing so well and knew that she might be able to finally finish what she has been working on for a couple months now without having to spend too much money. As she walked through the camp she heard a whistle behind her and looked back to see a bunch of guys sitting around a fire staring at her behind. With a swift flick of her wrist the one that whistled fell to the ground. His companions quickly rushed to him and checked what was wrong and found a needle stuck in his shoulder right beside his neck. Fril turned her head back and gave them all a big grin and continued on her way.
Coming up to the outside of the blacksmith's hut she started to wonder if he even had the tools for her to finish what she was working on. Although stepping inside his hut changed her mind on that matter.
"May I help you?" The blacksmith asked with a gentle smile as he looked up to his costumer.
"I think you might be able to." Fril replied. "Have you received a package from Lut Gholein?" She asked him in a soft voice.
"Lut Gholein you say? Hmm, I think I got a package from them a week ago let me check my storage." The Blacksmith answered and walked out of his hut through a back door leaving Fril to stand there waiting.
In a few minutes he came back with a big crate with the letters F and L. "Is this the package you are looking for?"
"Yes, yes it very much is." Fril proclaimed walking up to it and running her fingers over the letters. She grabbed a lever from his workbench and slid it into the wooden crate. Pushing with her weight she cracked the nails off and took off the top board. She set down the lever and reached into the crate. Pushing past some packing string she felt a big leather cover and let out a sigh from holding her breath. She lifted it out of the crate and pushed the crate onto the floor setting the leather material onto the bench. "You think you can help me with this?" Fril asked untying a leather string that held the material together. Pulling the string away she slowly opened the leather flaps revealing a long sword with a shimmering white handle and a long blade of steal.
"Whoa! Is that what I think it is? A... Godfather?" The Blacksmith asked in astonishment.
"Yep!" Fril squealed in almost a little girls voice putting a smile that goes from ear to ear. "Its for my big friend. I think you met him earlier."
"You mean Comman... oh ah Rouge right? The man that stopped that guy stealing my Emeralds." The Blacksmith heaved out almost saying the wrong thing.
"Ah, yeah that's him." Fril answered raising an eyebrow at his change of words wondering what he was going to say. Quickly putting her bright smile back on her face she explained what she needed his help with.
"You need a silver hammer, a Topaz gem, and a skull?" He asked her almost in bewilderment. "That's not cheap stuff miss. You sure you can pay for all that?"
Fril gazed into the mans eyes and revealed yet another bright smile as she slid her hand into a pouch on the side of a leather strap and pulled out a big sack of coins and plopped it onto the table still looking in the mans eyes. "I think so." She said as the Blacksmiths dark brown eyes widened and lit up at the site of a few hundred gold coins lay on his bench.
Gawking at the money he quickly regained his composure and replied. "Yeah, I think you can cover the cost just fine." He quickly gathered up the material and pulled out the amount it cost from the bag of gold coins.
Fril quickly grabbed the pouch and replaced it back into the leather sack. "May I use your fire?" She asked the Blacksmith while looking over to a burning hot fire meant to mold steal.
"Yeah, sure. No cost for that." He replied waving his hand at fire to motion her to go ahead.
Moving over to the fire she grabbed the Topaz and Skull and placed them into little holes in the blade. Sliding the blade into the fire she watched as the gems started to melt into the blade. Covering the holes and sealing them. Fril pulls the blade out as soon as it is red and takes the silver hammer and pounds on the spot where the gems to put in. A thin layer of silver and steal covers the melted gems and she replaced the blade back into the fire. The silver quickly melts into the blade and with a shot of light the blade quickly starts to shine gold in the flames. She slid the blade out of the fire and placed it into a barrel of water. Watching the steam rise from the water as the blade cools she slides a piece of material covered in a polishing substance out of her bag. As she pulls the blade out Fril slides the material over the surface of the blade drying it while also shining it to a perfect sparkle. Looking into the blade and seeing her reflection in the golden glow she thought to herself. "There is just one last thing." She grabbed a leather strap wrap many times around her upper thigh. Unwrapping it she slides it over the hand and wraps it around and around and ties the two end parts together at the bottom. Grabbing the base of the sword she gazes into it feeling that she had finally finished and was ready to give it to him.
Looking outside Fril realized she was already late and quickly grabbed her bag and ran out the door leaving the silver hammer behind knowing she would never have a use for it. Running through the camp she saw Nobeman rushing from the tent and heading towards the gates. She quickened her speed and stopped in front of the gates and asked the guard. "Has a big guy with lots of armor and weapons been by here?" The guard told the guy was just outside leaning against the outer wall of the encampment. She slowly walked to the edge and put the sword behind her and reached her hand over the edge and covered his eyes and pressing her face into his ear. "I have something for you big boy." She whispered lightly into his ear.
Present
"Did you make it for me?" Rouge asked in wonder has his eyes felt the glow from the sword.
"Well not just me. All those nice Blacksmiths helped me, but I did all the work." Fril answered looking into her dark green eyes. "Please say you will take it." Fril said in a whisper while looking up into Rouge's face.
Returning Fril's gaze he regained his composer and quickly grabbed the handle. "Of course ill take it." Rouge exclaims with a chuckle. "Who would be dumb not to accept a gift from a woman." He said looking back into Fril's eyes and pulls her Katars from his side and hands them to her.
Noticing her face heat up with embarrassment Fril turns around grabbing her Katars from his hand and starts to walk away from the camp as Rouge followed behind you.
"YEEEEOOOOOUUUCH!"
As the sword came into full view Rouge's eyes widened to the size of an acorn. He looked up and down the blade in wonder at it majestic perfection. "What is it?!" Rouge gawked in astonishment.
"It's called a Godfather..."
Earlier that day
After leaving the tent, Fril quickly made her way through the encampment towards the blacksmiths hut. Seeing a few tents here and there she knew the encampment wasn't doing so well and knew that she might be able to finally finish what she has been working on for a couple months now without having to spend too much money. As she walked through the camp she heard a whistle behind her and looked back to see a bunch of guys sitting around a fire staring at her behind. With a swift flick of her wrist the one that whistled fell to the ground. His companions quickly rushed to him and checked what was wrong and found a needle stuck in his shoulder right beside his neck. Fril turned her head back and gave them all a big grin and continued on her way.
Coming up to the outside of the blacksmith's hut she started to wonder if he even had the tools for her to finish what she was working on. Although stepping inside his hut changed her mind on that matter.
"May I help you?" The blacksmith asked with a gentle smile as he looked up to his costumer.
"I think you might be able to." Fril replied. "Have you received a package from Lut Gholein?" She asked him in a soft voice.
"Lut Gholein you say? Hmm, I think I got a package from them a week ago let me check my storage." The Blacksmith answered and walked out of his hut through a back door leaving Fril to stand there waiting.
In a few minutes he came back with a big crate with the letters F and L. "Is this the package you are looking for?"
"Yes, yes it very much is." Fril proclaimed walking up to it and running her fingers over the letters. She grabbed a lever from his workbench and slid it into the wooden crate. Pushing with her weight she cracked the nails off and took off the top board. She set down the lever and reached into the crate. Pushing past some packing string she felt a big leather cover and let out a sigh from holding her breath. She lifted it out of the crate and pushed the crate onto the floor setting the leather material onto the bench. "You think you can help me with this?" Fril asked untying a leather string that held the material together. Pulling the string away she slowly opened the leather flaps revealing a long sword with a shimmering white handle and a long blade of steal.
"Whoa! Is that what I think it is? A... Godfather?" The Blacksmith asked in astonishment.
"Yep!" Fril squealed in almost a little girls voice putting a smile that goes from ear to ear. "Its for my big friend. I think you met him earlier."
"You mean Comman... oh ah Rouge right? The man that stopped that guy stealing my Emeralds." The Blacksmith heaved out almost saying the wrong thing.
"Ah, yeah that's him." Fril answered raising an eyebrow at his change of words wondering what he was going to say. Quickly putting her bright smile back on her face she explained what she needed his help with.
"You need a silver hammer, a Topaz gem, and a skull?" He asked her almost in bewilderment. "That's not cheap stuff miss. You sure you can pay for all that?"
Fril gazed into the mans eyes and revealed yet another bright smile as she slid her hand into a pouch on the side of a leather strap and pulled out a big sack of coins and plopped it onto the table still looking in the mans eyes. "I think so." She said as the Blacksmiths dark brown eyes widened and lit up at the site of a few hundred gold coins lay on his bench.
Gawking at the money he quickly regained his composure and replied. "Yeah, I think you can cover the cost just fine." He quickly gathered up the material and pulled out the amount it cost from the bag of gold coins.
Fril quickly grabbed the pouch and replaced it back into the leather sack. "May I use your fire?" She asked the Blacksmith while looking over to a burning hot fire meant to mold steal.
"Yeah, sure. No cost for that." He replied waving his hand at fire to motion her to go ahead.
Moving over to the fire she grabbed the Topaz and Skull and placed them into little holes in the blade. Sliding the blade into the fire she watched as the gems started to melt into the blade. Covering the holes and sealing them. Fril pulls the blade out as soon as it is red and takes the silver hammer and pounds on the spot where the gems to put in. A thin layer of silver and steal covers the melted gems and she replaced the blade back into the fire. The silver quickly melts into the blade and with a shot of light the blade quickly starts to shine gold in the flames. She slid the blade out of the fire and placed it into a barrel of water. Watching the steam rise from the water as the blade cools she slides a piece of material covered in a polishing substance out of her bag. As she pulls the blade out Fril slides the material over the surface of the blade drying it while also shining it to a perfect sparkle. Looking into the blade and seeing her reflection in the golden glow she thought to herself. "There is just one last thing." She grabbed a leather strap wrap many times around her upper thigh. Unwrapping it she slides it over the hand and wraps it around and around and ties the two end parts together at the bottom. Grabbing the base of the sword she gazes into it feeling that she had finally finished and was ready to give it to him.
Looking outside Fril realized she was already late and quickly grabbed her bag and ran out the door leaving the silver hammer behind knowing she would never have a use for it. Running through the camp she saw Nobeman rushing from the tent and heading towards the gates. She quickened her speed and stopped in front of the gates and asked the guard. "Has a big guy with lots of armor and weapons been by here?" The guard told the guy was just outside leaning against the outer wall of the encampment. She slowly walked to the edge and put the sword behind her and reached her hand over the edge and covered his eyes and pressing her face into his ear. "I have something for you big boy." She whispered lightly into his ear.
Present
"Did you make it for me?" Rouge asked in wonder has his eyes felt the glow from the sword.
"Well not just me. All those nice Blacksmiths helped me, but I did all the work." Fril answered looking into her dark green eyes. "Please say you will take it." Fril said in a whisper while looking up into Rouge's face.
Returning Fril's gaze he regained his composer and quickly grabbed the handle. "Of course ill take it." Rouge exclaims with a chuckle. "Who would be dumb not to accept a gift from a woman." He said looking back into Fril's eyes and pulls her Katars from his side and hands them to her.
Noticing her face heat up with embarrassment Fril turns around grabbing her Katars from his hand and starts to walk away from the camp as Rouge followed behind you.
"YEEEEOOOOOUUUCH!"