#Titan quest ragnarok the wisest being free#

We have time to train our forces, but we cannot draw from those who are throwing themselves against the Trojans.”

We know that she will not strike until the war reaches its peak, and the walls of Troy are strong. The Tuatha Dé Danann fear their isle shall sink again, and the Jade Emperor is taking an account of his forces.” The Aesir fear that Jormungandr will awaken, Ra is preparing for Apep to break free. “You know that Echidna and Typhon are simply the names my people gave to the two. “I believe Goibniu and Ptah would disagree.” “…she is not ready to leave the forge.” The forge god said, darkly.

We are looking for mortals of exceptional skill… and in many cases, exceptional lineage.” Ozpin said, eyes glancing over at the young girl, who was now fixing the blade to a metal snaith. I thank you, good Atlantean, for bearing this message to me.” If they require weaponry, my forge shall supply it. She acts through mortals, and as such, so shall the gods.” Ozpin said. Their vision is clouded by the chaos of this war. But they do not know who she acts through.

#Titan quest ragnarok the wisest being free#

My master, and his brothers, believe she means to free Typhon. “Oracles across our world have spoken as one. “Then what is it? Say your prophecy, and your master’s requests!” The mountain itself seemed to shake at this proclamation. “I’ve told him already: Nothing I say will convince Aphrodite to support our side.” “To relay a prophecy, and ask for your assistance.” “Well, son of Atlantis? Why has the master of the seas sent you to me?” The god was unimpressed, but if Poseidon himself sent this man, then he must be important. His hair was grey, and his eyes were brown. He wore long, green chiton, with dark green chlamys as a cloak. Your master sent word of your impending arrival.” I bear the approval of Poseidon himself” the man replied.įrom deeper in the smithy, a deep, booming voice replied “Enter.

I have come to speak with your master, good smith. “Who enters the domain of the smith god?” he cries. This young girl, Ruby, daughter of Hephaestus, is who we are here for.Ĭedalion noticed the stranger first. With strength belying her age of only fifteen years, she works with hammer and anvil, shaping a scythe’s blade. Not one of metal or of stone, but one of flesh and blood.Ī young girl, with eyes like polished silver, hair black and red like the volcano around her, wearing a light chiton, and a blacksmith’s apron. Automatons, lions made of gold, strange tripods that move on their own.Īnd of course, the god of the forge himself, the lame one, the renowned artificer, Hephaestus, crafter of wonders, master of smiths, who was cast out of Olympus by his mother Hera, only to use his skill and guile to return.īut we are not here for the forge god, but one of his creations. The dwarf Cedalion, first tutor to the forge god, later his servant. Brontes, Steropes, Pyracmon the three cyclopean assistants. Strange creatures work here, in the smithy of the gods. The clang of hammer on metal, the rasp of bellows, the rumbling and bubbling of magma in the forges. In the fiery depths of Mount Vesuvius, the sounds of a smithy echo. Something I've been working on over on AH.com, thought I'd post it here, too.įeedback, comments, and suggestions are welcome and appreciated.