Chapter 18
Ramisse had been in the forges for three days. Finally she came out and presented her creations to her partners. "It has come to my attention that we need better armor if we're to fight Cthulhu. I've been in the forges for days making weapons and armor."
"What do you have for us?" Calythé asked.
"For Calythé, I have beautiful spectre armor crafted of ectoplasm, guaranteed to leech life from your enemies when-"
"Actually, I already made that," Calythé interrupted, holding up a similar set. Ramisse glared at her and threw the spectre armor out the window.
"I used all that chlorophyte for nothing? You could have told me you had already made it!"
"I would have, but you were in the forges!"
Ramisse sighed and held up the next item. "I also found a few rare magical items for you to use. This staff summons a ghost to fight for you, and this book summons a homing magnet sphere. Or do you have those too?"
"These will work perfectly."
"THANK you. Next, for Monavelle, I have made great ranger armor out of shroomite, which is chlorophyte infused with mushrooms, because she was apparently too cool to help me out in the forges. I also made her a chlorophyte repeater, plenty of special homing arrows and a new quiver." She held up a set of strange-looking blue armor, a green crossbow and a large leather quiver. Monavelle took them gratefully. "Thanks, Ramisse. This shroomite armor is really cool."
Ramisse finally held up a set of scaly brown armor covered with vines. "This last set of armor is for me. It's made of chlorophyte and turtle scales, and it has an immense thorns effect. If Cthulhu so much as touches me, he'll be hurt. As for weapons, I'm keeping my old partisan," she said, gesturing to her chlorophyte spear.
"Don't you need a sword?" Calythé asked, pointing to the empty hip sheath on the armor.
Ramisse grinned. "Excellent question. I've been saving the best for last." She turned around and picked up a huge sword, even larger than her chlorophyte greatsword, that glimmered with golden light. She took a tissue from her pocket and tossed it in the air. Then she swung the sword. Though the sword did not touch the tissue, a glowing green likeness of the sword flew from the blade, sliced the tissue in two, and thudded into the opposite wall, where it quivered until it disintegrated. Ramisse turned to her partners. "This sword is made from the swords of heroes. The True Edge of Night. Mighty Excalibur. It is the sword that will ensure Cthulhu's downfall. Friends, I present to you… the Blade of Terra."
Monavelle set the shroomite helmet on her head and cackled with delight. "We're coming, Cthulhu. And we're not happy."